The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 14

    Jiang Wenxu is still young after all. When he is successful in his career, it is inevitable that some men have a common problem, that is, guarding the bowl and watching the pot, delusion that the red flag at home will not fall, and the colorful flags are fluttering outside. But Jiang Wenxu forgot to live with him is also a man who is arrogant even if he is gentler. In addition to the indulgence based on the initiative of love, there are other persistent stubborn things that Jiang Wenxu does not understand.

    He Zhishu forcibly suppressed the nausea after the meal and walked in front of the bright balcony dazzled by the sun. He just looked at the oxidized black silver ring on his finger, and the corner of his eye was slightly wet.

    All the feelings of the past fourteen years, just so? Or is it easy for people to share adversities, but it is difficult for them to share prosperity?

    He Zhishu has never been so soberly aware that he is regretting. What he regrets is not his desperate love for decades, but that he shouldn't give up his pursuit for love. The bottom line should not be lowered into the dust, and should not be given up as a man to go out to open up the world.

    Jiang Wenxu stayed at home for another day and then left. It is said that the supervisor called him and said that there was a problem with a large order. I just said that I was busy before I left and I would come back sooner.

    He Zhishu just tied Jiang Wenxu with a heavy navy blue cashmere scarf, then smiled and waved his hand: "Don't be silly, I know you are not afraid of the cold, but your body can't stand the cold wind."

    Jiang Wenxu also kissed him in cooperation. Zhi Shu's profile, the witty no longer mentioning Ai Ziyu, and he took the car key out of the house with a lot of thoughts.

    He Zhishu watched Jiang Wenxu leave from the balcony, sighed slightly, called Ai Ziyu, and someone answered immediately, "Doctor Ai, is it convenient now?"

    "Come on, I'm on duty today. There will be surgery in the afternoon, so come here early."

    "Well, trouble you." He Zhishu dialed the long and fine bangs, thinking that he could only come back and cut his hair.

    Ai Tzuyu paused before taking another sentence that had nothing to do with treatment: "Chill down today and wear more clothes."

    He Zhishu was taken aback, and he reacted hurriedly to say thank you. Afraid of affecting Ai Ziyu's work, He Zhishu didn't say much, so he set up the phone to change clothes.

    It was really cold outside, and the cold air stimulated the nose to penetrate deep into the respiratory tract. He Zhishu has a habit. He doesn't like wearing a mask, and he doesn't like it anytime. He doesn't know why.

    Ai Ziyu still had a few patients there, and he just sat and waited quietly. Unconsciously, He Zhishu was a little distressed when he saw the despair and sadness of the couple crying in the office with a child who was diagnosed with leukemia.

    If his parents were there, he would definitely feel distressed...even if he is a child who has been so unfilial.

    "What do you want?" Ai Ziyu called him after some time, with a slight smile in his voice: "Can you take off your down jacket? You rent it?"

    He Zhishu didn't feel hot, but it was too heavy. Clothes are troublesome after all. He also smiled and took off his clothes and sat on the chair opposite Ai Ziyu's desk.

    Ai Tzuyu also wanted to make a joke about He Zhishu so that he should not be too nervous when he was about to talk about the treatment, but he couldn't control his slender neck and hesed deeply—he was right. If it is, it is a hickey.

    He Zhishu didn't notice, he lowered his eyes to look at the cover of the magazine that was in the issue at the corner of the table, thinking that he hadn't subscribed to the magazine for a long time.

    Ai Tzuyu also reacted back, knowing that she was a doctor who didn't care too much, so she was shocked, folded her fingers and looked at He

    Zhishu seriously: "You will have chemotherapy tomorrow..." Ai Ziyu is an academic level. A very dazzling young doctor, when talking about treatment and illness, he is objective and without personal emotions at all. He Zhishu felt colder the more he listened, and he took a cold breath.

    "You are still young, I will do my best. You can't give up on yourself." Ai Ziyu said, finally adding such a comforting sentence.

    He Zhishu just wanted to answer and the phone rang. It was Jiang Wenxu's call. He was used to not letting Jiang Wenxu wait for a long time and immediately connected.

    "I won't be back tonight, don't be afraid of trouble yourself, eat something good."

    The volume of the microphone is not small, and the sound waves in the silent room travel far. He Zhishu smiled awkwardly at Ai Ziyu, and walked out the door while pressing a low volume.

    Ai Tzuyu turned the Parker pen between his fingers and looked at the two orchids. No one knew what he was thinking.

    He

    Zhishu came back a few minutes later and smiled apologetically: "I mute the phone this time... I'm sorry." "Are you gay?" Ai Ziyu felt that his brain was eaten by a dog, not a small person. , I don’t know what to say or not.

    He Zhishu was stunned, and forced a smile: "That's me..." Roommate. Did not say, was interrupted.

    "You have a hickey on your neck, more than one place."

    He Zhishu reflexively pulled the collar, and then immediately noticed how embarrassing and embarrassing this action was. He sighed for a long time, and used a gentle joking attitude to find the steps for both parties: "Is the hospital still gay?"

    Ai Ziyu shook his head, a little bit distressed and inexplicably hated: "I don't care about sexual orientation. But I don't know you. What's the situation in between. First, do you think your body can bear it?" Ai Ziyu is not a fool, and the trace shows that it is a show of possessiveness sucked out.

    "The second is the most important thing. What is the positioning of your relationship? From your examination to the confirmation of treatment, it has always been yourself..."

    "Doctor," He Zhishu interrupted him, with a cold tone: "It's me. Tell him, I'm afraid he will be sad, is it okay?"

    He Zhishu didn't like someone to criticize him and Jiang Wenxu, but he didn't have enough righteousness to defend Jiang Wenxu. Can only interrupt a topic unwisely like this.

    Ai Tzuyu was still busy in the afternoon, so he arranged a time tomorrow for He Zhishu to come again.

    He Zhishu coughed twice, and his bones hurt. He thought that if someone tells a lie, he is afraid that all the disgusting and obsessive excuses can be made up seamlessly. If Jiang Wenxu could still love him so much, he would never endure it like this. He would cry when it hurts, and instruct the man to boil water and pour medicine. The last words will be squeamish and willful-you can't go anymore if I leave. Bring people around.

    Not anymore. So there is no other way except to endure it and try not to be annoying.

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