Chapter 288 Kneeling on the Keyboard, Kneeling on the Durian

"Next time I..."

Gu Nianshen almost blurted out, "Next time I'll make it for you", and the words stopped in time.

In case this idiot refused, saying that he didn't want to eat the food he made, it would be too embarrassing.

"Next time I'll let Aunt Zhou cook what you like."

After speaking, he immediately raised the thermal insulation bucket in his hand, "The doctor said, you can't eat hard and irritating things these days, I... cooked porridge."

Hearing 'my porridge', Lin Yiqian's jaw almost dropped.

"I'll pour it out for you."

"I'm not hungry, thank you."

That thank you made Gu Nianshen feel that they were separated by thousands of miles in an instant. He held the heat preservation bucket in both hands and watched Lin Yiqian approach indifferently.

He suddenly became nervous and stretched out a hand, but Lin Yiqian had already walked past him, and his hand was empty.

His heart was also empty, and an indescribable tension made him involuntarily raise his heels.

At the bedside, Lin Yiqian bent down and sat down, while Gu Nianshen carried the thermal insulation bucket, always feeling that he should do something further, but he didn't know where to start.

"Lin Yiqian..."

He opened his mouth and called out Lin Yiqian's name after a while, "I have to go to the company for a meeting. I've put the porridge here. How much do you want to eat?"

Obviously I wanted to use a coaxing tone, but when I said it, it changed the taste and became an order.

He simply didn't say anything anymore, and unscrewed the lid of the thermal insulation bucket. There was a bowl in the middle, and he poured the porridge into that bowl.

She wanted to lift her hands up, and quickly glanced at Lin Yiqian, she closed her eyes and didn't intend to pay any attention to him.

His hand endured, and was taken back.

The familiar footsteps drifted away, Lin Yiqian opened his eyes.

He turned his face sideways, squinting at the back of the man leaving.

The door opened and closed, and an empty sense of loss attacked my heart without warning.

Only then did she realize that she wasn't really angry, she should have made it clear that she was not qualified to be angry, but she still wanted to be hypocritical with him. As for how hypocritical...

she does not know.

Maybe he wanted him to feed her a mouthful of porridge with a spoon, or maybe he wanted to bring the porridge to her hand.

Lin Yiqian thought and sneered.

He took his eyes back from the door and looked at the thin white rice porridge on the bedside table.

How to do? I still don't have the guts to pick it up and drink it.

...

On the lounge chair in the corridor, Gu Nianshen has been working on his phone for half an hour.

I have been staring at a certain emotional forum, and the post he sent: "My wife cooked dinner last night, I don't know, she didn't go home to eat, maybe she... seems to be angry and can't be coaxed, what should I do? ?"

The following piles of unreliable replies, none of which are suitable for him.

"Send gifts until she forgives you."

"Kneeling durian."

"Kneeling over the keyboard."

What is this, let him kneel down on durians with Gu Nianshen? Kneeling the keyboard?

He refreshed, and there was a new reply.

Social Xiaoqiang: "Brother, women's hearts are very fragile, and they pay special attention to these small details and sentiments. My ex-girlfriend divorced me because I ignored these details. I feel that you are also cold."

Gu Nianshen's face darkened, and he couldn't help but go back: "You are cool, not only are you cool in your feelings, but you are also cool as a person."

After replying, he also clicked on the person's information and reported the person.

Then look at the next one.

Sad cousin: "What should I do if my wife is in trouble? Mostly I'm used to it. Just drag it out and fight."