Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

Chapter 52 Don't Mention Me Again

The assistant was silent for a while, and asked, "Sir, do you regret it?"

Bai Jinzhou shook his head lightly.

He just regretted that he didn't even have an excuse to snatch him overboard.

"Ahem...Xiaohua, I'm like this now, I'm afraid I won't last until that day..."

Bai Jinzhou's voice was hoarse, "If he is not happy, if he wants to leave, you can take him away, take him to a place where no one can find him..."

"What if he doesn't go?"

He took off a dead leaf in his hand, and whispered softly, "Then send him a bouquet of flowers for me, and wish him a happy wedding, happiness and health."

"Just... don't mention me again."

Qiao Wanan returned to Chu's house, taking it for granted that she should go back to the place where she slept before.

Bai Jinzhou has already torn off his mask, and he should have thrown away his luggage without hesitation after returning.

As soon as he walked to the door and put on the doorknob, Chu Yan pressed his hand, "An'an, can we not sleep here? Go back to the master bedroom and sleep."

"I'm used to sleeping here." In fact, he just didn't want to sleep with Chu Yan.

"This room hasn't been cleaned yet, why don't you go back to the master bedroom to sleep first, and it won't be too late to move in after I ask someone to clean it."

He had long expected that Qiao Anwan would not sleep in the master bedroom, so he had to let people deliberately not clean it, so that he would have to sleep with him.

Good night, Qiao didn't know his tricks. I guess the other rooms weren't cleaned either...

He didn't want to have a meaningless dispute with Chu Yan, or maybe he wanted to see how far Chu Yan could go.

He followed Chu Yan into the master bedroom with his clothes bag, and threw the bag in the corner, "I'll cook."

Does he have to draw a line with himself?

Chu Yan's eyes darkened, and after Qiao Wan'an went out, he went to the corner to open his bag, and hung up the few two sets of clothes inside.

It seems that he has never worn any good clothes, they are all sold out, and he was reluctant to wear the famous brands that he bought for him before, until he didn't want them anymore, and he didn't take any of them with him.

Chu Yan hung his cheap clothes together with his own, and couldn't help laughing.

Nice, it looks like they've been living together.

He called the butler and asked him to send some new clothes, not too expensive, just comfortable to wear.

During the meal, Qiao Wan'an sat in his previous seat as usual, and it was inconvenient for Chu Yan to get him a dish, so he simply moved the stool and sat next to Qiao Wan'an.

"An An, thank you for your hard work, come and eat more meat." Chu Yan eagerly put a piece of beef into his bowl.

Qiao Wanan looked at the beef in the bowl and said calmly, "I don't eat beef."

Chu Yan's face froze, and he quickly pushed his bowl over to change it with him, "I'm sorry, I don't know... you can eat this from me, I haven't eaten it yet."

"No need." Qiao Wanan took out the beef and another piece of roasted eggplant, and started to eat with the rice.

So Qiao Wanan cooks food that he doesn't like, just because he likes it?

Chu Yan got up suddenly, took the plate of stewed beef into the kitchen and threw it away.

"Hey, don't waste it."

Chu Yan said: "If you don't like it, I won't eat it in the future."

Qiao Wan'an said helplessly: "Chu Yan, everyone has their own preferences, there is no need for you to accommodate me like this."

"But..." Chu Yan was sad, "Aren't you always accommodating me?"

He sat back beside Qiao Wanan, and said earnestly: "It was my fault before, but I will care more about everything about you in the future. I will like what you like, and I will not want what you don't like. This is not right for me. Accommodating, I am willing."

Qiao Wanan glanced at him, and after a long while spit out two words, "It's up to you."

After dinner, Chu Yan told him to rest and he would wash the dishes.

Qiao Wanan was very suspicious of whether he could do it.

But at Chu Yan's insistence, Qiao Wan'an was pushed out of the kitchen.

Sure enough, not long after walking out of the kitchen, there was a sound of broken porcelain ping-pong inside.

Qiao Wan'an walked in and saw Chu Yan picking up broken porcelain on the ground. How could a young master like him who was born with a golden key in his mouth have ever done such rough work?

But Chu Yan was very flustered. He was afraid that if he couldn't even do this well, Qiao Wan'an would definitely be disappointed with him. How dare he say that he would take care of him for the rest of his life.

So he hurriedly picked up the broken porcelain, squatted down and didn't pay attention, the injury on his leg was pulled again, and at the same time, a lot of blood was pierced on his hand.

Chu Yan flinched in pain, but when he saw Qiao Wan'an coming in, he immediately said, "I, I'll be fine soon..."

Qiao Wan said nothing, helped him up, and took the broom to clean up the broken china.

Chu Yan looked at the blood on his hands, and at the scars on Qiao Wan'an's hands, he was suddenly speechless.

"Did you... hurt that day?"

Qiao Wanan swept the floor, and raised her head to look at him when she heard the words, "What day?"

When……

The day he was sick and wanted to take a glass of water but his hand was cut by broken porcelain?Or did he witness the day he and He Xiran were having trouble with each other?Or the day my finger was trampled off...

Too much pain, more heart-piercing each time, he couldn't count it.

So, what day did Chu Yan ask?

Chu Yan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head slumped, his voice hoarse, "I'm sorry..."

He never yelled that it hurts, so he always thought he was not in pain.

But he didn't know that the pain that Qiao Wan'an endured was tens of thousands of times higher than his own until he experienced it himself.

In the evening, Qiao Wanan didn't see his clothes when he took a shower, so he opened Chu Yan's closet, and sure enough, he found his clothes inside. He took out his clothes one by one and hung them in the corner.

While picking up the clothes, he saw a familiar ball of thread under the closet. He hesitated to lift the clothes on his face and saw that it was half a scarf and a few balls of cashmere that he had lost that day.

Qiao Wanan unconsciously reached out to touch her.

"I think it's a pity that you threw it away before you finished knitting..." Chu Yan stood behind him at some point.

Qiao Wan'an was startled, and quickly got up, put on her clothes and ran to the bathroom.

When he came back from the shower, Chu Yan was still holding the ball of thread in his hand, his eyes were gentle, "I read on the Internet that this weaving method is called love at first sight, right?"

"An'an, will you finish knitting it?"

Qiao Wanan sneered, "Didn't you just give the scarf when we broke up? Do you want more?"

Chu Yan forced a smile, "I lied to you at the time, we only give scarves to people we like."

Qiao Wan'an took out the hair dryer and said to him before turning on the switch, "Then go find He Xiran."

Chu Yan was at a loss for words, what else did he want to say, Qiao Wan'an was already drying his hair, and it seemed that he refused to communicate with him.

Chu Yan sighed, and sat down to pick up the hair dryer to blow his hair. Qiao Wan'an looked at the band-aid in his hand, it should not be stretched, so he let him do it.

After Chu Yan finished blowing to him, he hugged him tightly, buried his head on his shoulder, and sniffed the fragrance of the shower gel on his body, "If you still misunderstand, then I will say it again. An An, He Xiran and I have already Break it cleanly, he will not appear in our life in the future, and you are not a substitute, you are my lover."

Qiao Wan'an lowered her eyes and looked at the hands around her waist, "Are you finished?"

"..."

"Go to bed when you're done talking."

Qiao Wanan pulled his hand away, lifted the quilt and lay down by herself.

Chu Yan looked at his empty hands and smiled wryly.

He put away the hair dryer and the ball of thread, turned off the light and climbed into bed.

Looking at the back that Qiao Wan'an left for him, Chu Yan hugged him from behind without hesitation.

"Chu Yan, sleep well and don't move your hands or feet."

"An'an, you used to sleep face to face in my arms." Chu Yan said disappointedly.

"Really, I don't remember."

Chu Yan's eyes gradually turned red.

Obviously Qiao Anwan has come back, and he also promised himself that he would not leave again, but he still didn't believe in himself and refused to forgive himself.

Even if they live under the same roof, even if he eats and sleeps with him, they still can't go back to the past.

Chu Yan hugged him tightly, as if wanting to rub him to the bone, "Don't worry, I won't touch you..."

"I'm just afraid that you are cold, and you will be warmer by leaning on me."

"Why did you go early..." Qiao Wan'an murmured softly.

Chu Yan's heart ached even more, and every word of Qiao Wan'an could easily pierce his heart, piercing his most painful wound.

But now he would rather suffer from Qiao Wan'an's sneer than him not by his side.

Qiao Wan'an was really sleepy, she couldn't screw him up, so she just gave up.

He was woken up by the heat in the middle of the night. Chu Yan's body was too hot, and he was covered tightly. In late autumn, he felt like he was about to get prickly heat.

He pushed Chu Yan, trying to get him away, but found that his hands were still holding him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear when he woke up.

Chu Yan was woken up by him, and dazedly touched Qiao Wan'an's face for a while, and then he was relieved to confirm that it was him.

Then he was startled awake again, Chu Yan stood up and said nervously, "An'an...what's wrong?"

"Does your stomach hurt?"

He reached out and touched Joe Goodnight's belly.

Qiao Wanan was a little embarrassed by him, "No, don't hug me so tightly, it's a little hot."

In the past, if such a trivial matter disturbed him to sleep, Chu Yan would have scolded his mother long ago, but this time he seemed to be a different person, whispering: "It's hot..."

Chu Yan lifted the quilt on his face, hugged him tightly again, and rubbed against his ear, "Would this be better?"

Good night Joe: "..."

He didn't want to torment Chu Yan in the middle of the night, and now that he was wearing a large dog skin plaster, it wasn't so hot, so he didn't bother with him anymore if he could fall asleep.

"Well, go to sleep."

Qiao Wan'an has neglected her studies for the past few years, and lived a waste-like life in the Chu family for two years. Naturally, better employers cannot get in.

But as long as he can have a job, Qiao Wanwan is very happy. He ended up working as a shopping guide in a supermarket.

Although Qiao Wan'an is not very good at talking, he is good-looking, gentle and kind, and can attract people's favor. In addition, he has received similar training before, and his service is thoughtful.

He was in charge of the toiletries area, and after spending a few days getting to know the products, he began to become proficient.

Some young girls also bought a lot of things under the pretext of asking him for WeChat.

He was on the evening shift today, and Chu Yan came to pick him up on purpose. When he walked into the supermarket, he saw a few girls pestering him for WeChat. He frowned, and walked over in two or three steps, "An'an, are you leaving get off work soon?" ?”

Qiao Wan said: "It will take a while."

"Then I'll wait for you." Holding on to his crutches, he stood beside Qiao Wanan as if no one else was around.

The girls glanced at them, sensed something, and pulled their companions away.

There was a girl who didn't believe in evil, and said before leaving: "Little brother, remember to reply to my message~"

Chu Yan didn't dare to say good night to Qiao, so he glared at the girl angrily.

Qiao Wan'an didn't have time to take care of him, he still had to organize the goods on the shelves, and Chu Yan wanted to help, but Qiao Wan'an stopped him, "Your leg injury is still not healed, don't move around."

Chu Yan was flattered, "Are you caring about me?"

Joe had a good night meal, "I'm just afraid that you won't help."

Chu Yan withdrew his hand in embarrassment, "...Oh."