Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

Chapter 40 He Regretted

"have you eaten?"

After leaving the gate of the club, Bai Jinzhou asked him.

Qiao Wanan didn't want to cause trouble, so she subconsciously shook her head.

Nai He's stomach didn't live up to it at all, and immediately began to protest after shaking his head.

Goodnight Joe was a little embarrassed.

Bai Jinzhou laughed out loud, "Let's go, poor boy."

Bai Jinzhou didn't ask him what he wanted to eat, probably because he knew that Qiao Wan'an would not order food so peacefully, so he asked, "Are there any taboos?"

Qiao Wanan replied cautiously, "I...can't eat spicy food."

After finishing speaking, he began to regret, if Bai Jinzhou deliberately made him a table of spicy dishes like He Xiran...

Bai Jinzhou was a little surprised. You can eat spicy food everywhere in G City, but this person is as good as he is, very bland.

But he didn't say anything, "What else?"

Qiao Wan'an secretly clenched the corner of her clothes, hesitating in her heart, "It's gone."

Bai Jinzhou said to the bodyguard and driver in the driver's seat, "Go to Cross Street."

Good night Qiao had never heard of this street, he guessed it should be a high-end place where these rich people often go.

When he got off the car at the intersection, Bai Jinzhou ordered the bodyguards to park the car and took a taxi back, and took Qiao Wan'an into the street.

Surprisingly, Shizi Street is a very ordinary street. If you want to say something special, it is probably that Shizi Street radiates from the center to four directions. There are small restaurants along the street, and there is no luxury of luxury.

This street is brightly lit and noisy, but not particularly crowded. The smell of food wafts from various restaurants along the street, which makes people move their index fingers.

He was also a little surprised that a young master like Bai Jinzhou would bring him to such a place.

Seeing the strange look in his eyes, Bai Jinzhou clicked his tongue lightly, pretending to be fierce, and said, "What expression? Do you look down on small places?"

Qiao Wan'an was amused by his expression, "No."

The flesh on his face was pinched, Qiao Wan'an was taken aback, Bai Jinzhou withdrew his hand, and said seriously: "Fortunately, I can still laugh, otherwise I would wonder if Chu Yan cheated me with a whole piece of wood."

Speaking of Chu Yan, Qiao Wan'an gradually restrained her smile.

"Tsk." Bai Jinzhou secretly scolded himself for being cheap.

"Okay, don't think so much, let's eat."

Bai Jinzhou took him to a hotpot restaurant. It was late summer, but the inside was extremely hot and spicy, which made Qiao Wanan, who was a casual person, terrified.

He started having stomach pains.

Sure enough, Bai Jinzhou was not safe...

"Why are you standing there?" Bai Jinzhou took two steps forward, saw that he didn't follow, and gave him a hand, "Come here."

Good night, Qiao staggered, "Huh?"

Bai Jinzhou frowned, seeing Qiao Wan'an staring at the Sichuan hotpot, he couldn't understand, "Do you want spicy food?"

Qiao Wan'an was startled, "It's not you..."

"Say you're stupid, you're still counting the money after being sold."

Bai Jinzhou snorted and dragged him into the nearby Cantonese restaurant.

The store is not big, but the decoration is neat and clean. The aroma of thick soup wafts through the whole store. Qiao Wan'an has never felt so hungry.

Bai Jinzhou seemed to be very familiar with the owner of the store, and he walked in and said, "Uncle Zhao, is the stall at the door yours? The road is blocked."

Uncle Zhao is a middle-aged man with a wide heart and a fat body. He is paying customers the bill. Hearing his voice, he smiled and said, "Wait a minute."

Qiao Wan'an didn't quite understand it, so she guessed it was Cantonese, which meant to ask them to wait a while.

He looked back at the door of the store, and only then did he understand why Bai Jinzhou had brought him in from the nearby hotpot restaurant.

There are small barbecues on the stalls at the entrance, and some small battery cars parked on the side of the road, which really blocked the road.

Chu Yan didn't say a word on the way back, and He Xiran spoke several times but failed to arouse his interest in the conversation.

Chu Yan was extremely irritable. Thinking of Qiao Wan'an's back turning her back and resolutely walking towards Bai Jinzhou, she couldn't hold back several times and almost wanted to turn around.

The car was extremely quiet, and Chu Yan heard a faint sobbing sound, he braked the car and stopped by the side of the road, "What's wrong?"

He Xiran shook his head stubbornly, his tear-wet eyes flashed a little bit in the dark night, and he was really wronged.

Normally, when He Xiran was like this, he would go up and hug him for a long time, but today Chu Yan didn't move, and he was faintly impatient.

Seeing that he didn't come forward to comfort him, He Xiran held it back for a while and couldn't hold it anymore, and said, "I'm fine... just thinking about the past two days, I still feel a little scared."

"Ayan, I'm really afraid that I'll never see you again."

It's so serious, and Bai Jinzhou doesn't know how to eat people, but Chu Yan thought of another question, "Why did Bai Jinzhou treat you?"

He Xiran choked. Bai Jinzhou was annoying him at most, but he had no reason to move him. He just wanted Chu Yan to feel sorry for him. If he really wanted him to say something, where would he go?

He Xiran was quick to wit, and flinched a little, with a frightened expression in his eyes, "Don't, don't ask... okay?"

Chu Yan had never seen him show such a fearful expression before, and he couldn't help but feel guilty. He Xiran must have suffered something terrible, and his question at this time was undoubtedly exposing his scars.

Besides, He Xiran suffered because of him, he should comfort him well, thinking of this, he hugged He Xiran in his arms, "It's okay, Aran, I'm here, don't be afraid."

It's very strange, obviously He Xiran should be happy when He Xiran came back safely.

But he always couldn't help thinking, how about good night, Joe?He faced Bai Jinzhou alone, and he was so timid, he must be very scared, right?

Chu Yan suddenly felt a little helpless.

Back home, Chu Yan changed the slippers handed by the butler, and was about to put them away, but saw Qiao Wan'an's slippers quietly placed on the shoe rack.

He remembered the pair of fur slippers.

Qiao Wan'an never knew how to cherish herself, even in the winter she wandered around in a pair of sandals.

Chu Yan once saw the red and swollen chilblains on his feet and felt distressed, so he took him to buy a pair of thick fur slippers.

The feet stepped on the fluffy and soft fur, soft and soft, as comfortable as lying in the warm spring.

It was nothing more than a pair of slippers worth tens of yuan, but his eyes were red with joy.

Qiao Wan'an wore those shoes, looked left and right happily like a child, and said to him shyly and embarrassingly: "Ah Yan is so kind, no one has ever bought shoes for me before."

Chu Yan only thought that he was teasing him. After living with his family for more than [-] years, how could it be possible that no one bought him shoes?

He didn't know that Qiao Wan was barefoot in winter when he was a child.

Qiao Wanan said that he would repay him, but Chu Yan didn't understand why such a small matter needs to be repaid. Isn't it normal for a husband to feel sorry for his wife?

But Qiao Wan'an was thinking very seriously. He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't know what he could give Chu Yan.Chu Yan seemed to have everything.

Later, he came up with a whim and said that he would weave a scarf for him, and when it was finished, Chu Yan would wear it around to go to work every day, and his colleagues in the company would definitely envy him when they saw it.

Chu Yan said yes again and again, but he didn't take it to heart, and let him make things up for himself.

Later, due to some reasons, the scarf was not woven, and the shoes were not willing to throw away after wearing them for so long, but they left.

Chu Yan's eyes were a little sour, and he lowered his head for a long time without saying a word. The housekeeper thought he didn't want to see Qiao Wan'an's things, "I'll throw them away later."

"Don't throw it!" Chu Yan's voice was a little scary.

He's coming back...

He Xiran and the housekeeper had a meal.

In order to ease the embarrassment, He Xiran took the initiative to ask the housekeeper, "What delicious dishes do you have tonight? I haven't eaten all night and I'm still a little hungry."

The butler followed his words and said a few dishes, all of which Chu Yan and He Xiran liked to eat, and they were all spicy dishes.

Chu Yan suddenly looked at the housekeeper, "What about him?"

"Who?"

Only then did Chu Yan remember that he was gone, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he said in a hoarse voice, "...he can't eat spicy food."

The butler hadn't had time to speak yet.

Chu Yan murmured to himself, "He can't eat, so what has he been eating for the past two years..."

Chu Yan's mind suddenly froze.

I remember that every time I went out to eat with Joe Goodnight and asked him to order, because I accidentally mentioned to him that I still like to eat with spicy food, so that I don’t have to compromise with others.

So he said with a smile: "I like whatever Ah Yan likes to eat."

But he always ate very little, and he became thinner and thinner. He thought he was a picky eater, and scolded him many times.

Later when He Xiran came, Qiao Wan'an didn't even come down to eat with him, how sad he must have been at that time, but he thought he was being petty.

He doesn't even know when he contracted the stomach bug.

Chu Yan always thought that although his attitude towards him was a bit cold, he had never treated him badly in other places.

But thinking about it now, it is clear that there is a debt everywhere, and there is no regret.

He didn't dare to think about what kind of life Qiao Wan'an had lived in the past two years when he married him.

Can't even get a decent meal...

He opened the door and rushed out of the villa.

The wind at the end of summer was a bit chilly, which made him sober up a lot. The memories he had left behind for a long time flooded back, and he remembered them all...

It was a winter night the year before last.

As usual, when he came home from get off work, Qiao Wanwan was the first to rush over to hug him.

But when Qiao Wanan saw him that day, she hid her hands in a panic. Chu Yan walked over and took a look, and couldn't laugh or cry.

This idiot didn't know how to do it. When winding the thread, he wrapped his hand into a dead knot and couldn't untie it. He was still sullen with himself, and was afraid that he would see him laughing at him, so he stayed silent.

Goodnight Jo was so stupid that he laughed when he thought of it afterward.

Chu Yan cut the thread for him holding back a smile, saw the frostbite on his hands, and asked him how he got it.

Qiao Wanan faltered and didn't answer.

Chu Yan looked at the messy thread and suddenly understood.

Qiao Wan'an's hands and feet have rough needlework, and her hands are entangled and exposed outside every day. After being exposed to the cold, she naturally developed chilblains.

Good night Joe is very afraid of the cold, he thought.

Chu Yan felt sorry for him, so naturally he refused to let him weave a scarf any more. Qiao Wan'an felt sorry for him, feeling that he couldn't do anything well.

Chu Yan teased him and said, "Do you know what we say about sending scarves?"

Good night Joe shook his head blankly.

"A person who gives you a scarf means that he wants to keep you warm, but why is he willing to let you be cold when he is by your side?" Chu Yan said nonsense seriously, "Only when the lover can't be with you, you need a scarf." Plant something."

That was the last warmth left by his lover.

Qiao Wanan panicked, and quickly explained: "I, I didn't mean that."

Chu Yan held his frozen hands and said to him, "So An An, I don't want a scarf, I just want you to be with me."

"With you here, the winter will continue to be warm."

In the backyard, two maids were throwing the day's rubbish into the garbage truck.

Chu Yan stumbled and ran into the backyard, looking around, then rushed into the pile of garbage, eagerly searching for something.

The maid had never seen him like this before, and she was frightened for a while, "Sir, what are you looking for?"

Chu Yan kept his hands in his hands, but his voice was trembling, "The bag, where is the black bag that was thrown away at night?"

The maid pointed to the side, "Is that it?"

Chu Yan hurried over and found the black bag from a pile of trash.

He was overjoyed at first, but then he became afraid. He was afraid that when he opened the bag, what he would see would be what he had guessed.

With trembling hands, Chu Yan opened the bag.

Then his whole body froze suddenly, he felt his head buzzing, and something seemed to be tightly clenched in his throat, which made him painful.

He suddenly became hoarse, unable to utter a word other than tears.

Inside the bag were a few broken bamboo needles, a few balls of intact cashmere yarn and a half-knit scarf.

The torment and support, irritability and hesitation during this period of time are all suddenly clear at this moment.

He hugged the scarf and rubbed it into his arms, howling and crying bitterly.

How disappointed is his An An in him?

I used to love him so much, I would miss him as long as I wasn't around for a long time.

In the end, he could only knit half of the scarf clumsily by himself, silently preparing to say goodbye to him.

Until now, he is not even willing to keep him the last warmth.

The former love and affection, nostalgia and obsession have all been completely wasted by his cold treatment and severe criticism in the past two years.

In the end, all the love and hate became an understatement in his mouth: garbage.

he regrets...

How could he lose his An'an?