The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 61

He Zhishu stayed up all night, only staring through the small light-transmitting gap between the two curtains to see that the sky was getting brighter.

He himself feels that he is not a good person, and there is nothing to be liked by others. The appearance is unsightly, the character is undesirable, and even the body is not good. But it still occupies other people's place and feels at ease, which is not shallow. But he really couldn't respond to the doctor because he couldn't bear it.

He hoped that when he left, the doctor said that there was no ordinary man who had spent his time pursuing him, time to smooth all the scars, and then get married and have children back on track; instead of losing an unforgettable lover, he would have to bear the pain for the rest of his life.

If the doctor touched him, it would be considered a little compensation and settled a debt of love. If you don't touch it, as long as He Zhishu can live, you can remember Ai Ziyu in his heart.

He Zhishu came out of the bedroom very early, not even six o'clock, and only one side was lit up in the southern morning.

The living room is very tidy, and there is no trace of Ai Ziyu's loss of control last night. But in the past, a few vases and a complete set of Song kiln tea sets on the table were missing. But on the coffee table there was a red bowl of rock sugar hawthorn in a white porcelain bowl.

Ai Tzuyu came and sat on the sofa to look at the phone. When He Zhishu came out, she put the phone down: "Why don't you get up so early? Why don't you sleep a little longer?" The words were as normal as usual, and it seemed that nothing happened last night.

He

Zhishu caught a glimpse of the bruises under his eyes and the bloodshot eyes on his eyeballs: "...I'm sorry..." Ai Ziyu smiled, sighing and petting inexplicably: "...this fool." He rushed to congratulate him. Zhishu opened his arms and smiled flatteringly: "How could I be angry with you?"

"You didn't sleep all night." He Zhishu frowned, but he walked over to the doctor and hugged him.

"Go now. Sleep together?" The last word was clear and ambiguous.

He Zhishu knew that he was making fun of himself, his thoughts turned around before he realized the boldness of last night, and his neck and ears were red in embarrassment.

Ai Tzuyu touched his hair: "Go and eat some hawthorns. You didn't eat anything yesterday." When

Ai Ziyu went to medical school, she just wrote down what the patient can and can't eat, but now she is reduced to giving She's as old as a cook.

He Zhishu went to eat a few, the taste was quite good, and even drank a few sips of hawthorn soup.

Ai Ziyu saw that He Zhishu hadn't had a good rest last night, and he understood that He Zhishu's temperament was not something to let others down. After calming down, I only feel distressed. Ai Tzuyu thought for a while and felt that she might have been really upset and angry yesterday, because he didn't have some thoughts.

He does not blame He Zhishu at all.

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Longjing Road where Jiang Wenxu drove by himself, the exact address of Ai Ziqian's tea garden was posted on his cell phone last night, and he planned to come overnight, but again Hesitated.

I was afraid that I hadn't taken care of my beard for a few days, and my sloppy hair would be disgusting, and I was afraid that He Zhishu would be shocked in the middle of the night. Jiang Wenxu hasn't had such hesitation and hesitation for too long.

He drove around the West Lake several times last night without daring to get out of the car and take a walk. But even if he doesn't feel it personally, there are still clear scenes in his mind-He Zhishu, the bench next to the fifth willow tree in the north, sits most often, and he rides his bike to take He Zhishu around the lake. I went round and round, painted elephants for him, made kites for him, took him to the center of the lake, scared him not to kiss him, and then swim back together...

Jiang Wenxu squeezed the roots of his nose and said to himself There can be no tears. In the future, he will have the opportunity to bring He Zhishu to refurbish all the memories he had once again.

It takes less than half an hour from Xihu District Wetland Hotel to Longjing Road. Jiang Wenxu didn't know much about the division of the tea garden over there. It took another forty minutes to find the exact address.

Ai Ziqian's tea garden is only 35 acres, and the environment is very good. There is half a lake inside. The tea garden is a three-story small western-style building. The open space in front of the building is surrounded by a garden of flower seedlings-jasmine flowers.

Jiang Wenxu got out of the car and looked in from the wire fence surrounding the tea garden. A big golden retriever was chasing and playing with something by the lake. Jiang Wenxu's eyes have sometimes been dizzy recently. He must have watched it for half a minute before he could see that the dog was playing with a few kittens. Several kittens of He Zhishu.

He stepped in through the low wooden door, and pressed his lips tightly to knock on the door with less eagerness.

Ai Tzuyu persuaded He Zhishu to sleep in the bedroom for a while, and brought the door to go downstairs, and when he walked on the stairs, he heard someone knock on the door. Although the rhythm is not too rushed, but it never stops, and the people who listen to it are flustered.

He opened a small square door on the anti-theft door, and he saw a man in his thirties. His appearance was very good, with sharp eyebrows and high nose and thin lips, but the lip color was a little bit abnormal. The bruising. I'm afraid there is something wrong with the heart.

"Who are you looking for?" Ai Ziyu asked.

After many years of business wars, Jiang Wenxu saw that people had practiced something he had never forgotten, and at a glance he recognized that the man in front of him was the one in the surveillance. The tendons on the forehead jumped and

bulged : "You open the door." Ai Ziyu is even more unlikely to open it. He is not terrible by himself, but there is He Zhishu at home: "Who are you?" He asked again.

Jiang Wenxu smiled coldly, suddenly raised his fist and rushed to the door, but his tone was still calm and gentle: "

My name is Jiang. Jiang Wenxu!" Ai Ziyu was stunned for a long time-he thought it was a long time. But in fact, he didn't give Jiang Wenxu a second chance to knock. Ai Ziyu's movements have never been so fast. He rushed out like a little leopard, and even closed the door with ease.

"Fuck you bastard!"

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