The thin white little hands clenched into fists in the air, and Qin Yiren gently knocked on Chu Xinian's door, wondering if his work was over.

The temperature in the corridor is lower than in the air-conditioned room.

Qin Yiren sneezed with her hands down and stood in front of the door for a minute, but she could not wait for the movement of Chu Xinian opening the door.

Her slender eyelashes trembled, and she felt a little indescribable panic in her heart, and urged her to knock on Chu Xinian's door again: "Chu Xinian, are you here?"

"……exist."

Behind him, the man easily picked her up and asked helplessly: "You are dressed like this again and ran around everywhere."

The heartbeat suddenly became chaotic, and Qin Yiren raised her hand to hook his neck, and suddenly realized that her uncomfortable mood came from the continuation of the nightmare.

Seeing her biting her lower lip obediently, Chu Xinian looked at her in surprise, not missing the fog quietly accumulated in her eyes.

"Yiren?" He frowned worriedly. He hugged her and returned to the housing prices of the two of them, and asked in a coaxing manner: "What's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable?"

Hearing that he couldn't help but feel anxious, Qin Yiren shook her head gently, and murmured with a hoarse voice: "I had a very bad dream, I dreamed that you had a car accident and I couldn't save you... It's too real,

I'm a little scared."

Chu Xinian leaned over and put her back on the soft big bed, stared at her eyes thoughtfully, and comforted her gently: "It's okay, it's just a dream. If you are worried, I will be in the next few days.

I don’t go out, okay?”

Qin Yiren's expression was a little stunned and asked a little confused: "Do you believe in my dream?"

Chu Xinian smiled and said calmly: "I heard that dreams are opposite. If I die miserably in your dream, it means that I will live a hundred years old in the real world and will accompany you to grow old slowly.

.”

As he spoke, his thin lips raised a curve of doting, as if he was looking forward to such a future.

Influenced by the calmness he showed, Qin Yiren's little heart gradually calmed down, her snow-white forehead pressed against the man's chest, and said softly: "I slept very heavily, that dream is too real, I'm so sad.

Can't bear it..."

Chu Xinian raised his hand and patted her slender back, guessing whether her dream was hinting at something.

After all, it was not him who had been in a car accident, but Qin Yiren himself.

Thinking of this, Chu Xinian held her arm tightly without any trace.

Although Qin Yiren is serious about regaining his memory as Huang Qian, to him, Huang Qian is like a ghost that only exists in the past.

Staying in the past like this is undoubtedly the best choice, don’t disturb his and Qin Yiren’s current life.

Rest in his arms and calm down.

Qin Yiren rubbed her eyes and blushed her cheeks embarrassedly, "Chu Xinian, I'm fine."

Chu Xinian put away those floating thoughts and looked down at her small face as big as a palm, "Really? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No..." Qin Yiren shook her head and asked even more embarrassedly: "Am I in trouble?"

"Little idiot, I can't be too happy for you to care about me like this, so how can I feel troublesome?" Chu Xinian pinched her cheek with a funny look, "Don't think about it randomly. Although I don't think it's troublesome, maybe the baby will laugh at you secretly.

”

Qin Yiren opened her eyes slightly and said seriously: "That's right, I'm going to be a mother, I should set a good example for the baby."

"Then wash your hands and have dinner soon." Chu Xinian kissed her forehead docilely, "It's not good for me. If I had known you would have nightmares, I wouldn't have left you."

"It's not your fault, dreams are unpredictable."

He pulled Chu Xinian's hand and stood up. Qin Yiren deliberately hummed a small song, pretended to be very happy and walked into the bathroom, holding an electric toothbrush in his mouth.

I guessed that she hadn't walked out of the shadow of the nightmare. Chu Xinian followed her in an endless manner, stood at the bathroom door and looked at her and smiled: "Do you want to know what delicious food I made for you?"

Qin Yiren bulged her cheeks, and her mouth was filled with toothpaste foam: "I want to~"

"Listen OK." Chu Xinian's serious dish name: "First of all, tomato and shrimp."

Qin Yiren's eyes lit up, and she expressed her affirmation with interest: "Yes!"

“Cream-baked corn.”

"Uh-huh!"

"Rock Sugar Bird's Nest."

"Yeah, yeah!"

“Winter melon and rib soup.”

“Hey…”

“Steamed bass.”

After Qin Yiren finished washing up, she raised her white and rosy face and muttered depressedly: "Hmph, I hate winter melons and fish the most."

"But the baby likes it, and he agreed to set a good example for the baby?"

Holding her hand, Chu Xinian took her to the restaurant and told the aunt to serve the food.

"Miss Qin, are you in better health?"

The aunt quickly served excellent and fragrant dishes, and kindly reminded: "Eat more quickly. Mr. Chu personally prepared these dishes, but he didn't allow me to help. It took two hours."

Qin Yiren's heart moved, looked at the handsome and gentle man, and asked with great distress: "You are so busy with work, why do you waste time preparing dinner?"

If she had known that it was prepared by him personally, she would definitely not have acted coquettishly just now.

"Where can I waste my time when making what you like to eat?" Chu Xinian smiled and picked up the chopsticks to pick up food for her: "And you are very sick and uncomfortable. I can't help you, so I can only take good care of you and let me take good care of you.

You feel a little more comfortable."

She tasted a soft taste of sweet soup in her heart, and the perfect warmth spread from the tip of her tongue to the bottom of her heart, making her smile involuntarily.

No matter how outstanding a chef is, he cannot be as familiar with her taste as Chu Xinian.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead. Qin Yiren had a rare appetite. He was ready to eat more and not let Chu Xinian work in vain.

Even so, her appetite is not big.

After barely adding a second bowl of rice, Qin Yiren drank the sweet soup in front of him and had to announce the end of the dinner.

"Good job, so well-behaved."

Chu Xinian gave her a thumbs up and gave her the rest of the endgame to the aunt to sort out, and took her hand to the living room.

During the two days of illness, Qin Yiren stayed at home and maintained a state of not leaving the door.

Looking at the night outside the floor-to-ceiling window, she raised her hand and pulled the collar, eager to try and take a breather.

"Yiren..." Seeing her little thoughts, Chu Xinian felt helpless: "You haven't recovered yet, really want to go out and play?"

After realizing that she was still sick, Qin Yiren naughtyly stuck out her tongue: "I'm not dizzy anymore, but you're right, I'll wait until I get back to health."

Chu Xinian looked at her with little trust, found the forehead thermometer and came to her.

The words thirty-seven degrees 2 are displayed on the screen, which is only a little higher than the normal body temperature. No wonder she looks lively.

"How is it, I'm right?"

After looking at the numbers on the forehead thermometer, Qin Yiren curled up the corners of his lips proudly, and then thought of something. Baji kissed Chu Xinnian's cheek: "It's probably okay tomorrow morning, you're taking good care of him."

"Happy cooperation, get rid of the cold." Chu Xinian looked at her with a smile on his face, soft-hearted as if soaked in water. "If you are willing to be wrapped in a quilt, I will take you to the terrace for a seat? Ten minutes

, no, five minutes?"

Although it's only five minutes, it sounds like a good offer.

Qin Yiren happily agreed, returned to the room wrapped in a quilt, shaking like a bulky little penguin, and followed Chu Xinian to the terrace.

In early autumn, the night breeze is slightly cool.

Standing on the terrace and taking a deep breath, Qin Yiren talked about gossip in a vigorous spirit: "Chu Shinian, is your cousin very beautiful?"

Somewhat surprised she suddenly mentioned this.

Chu Xinian narrowed his narrow eyes and realized that Zhou Beiyan had told Qin Yiren everything she saw.

Observing her expression without a trace, he slowly said: "The last time I saw her was five years ago, and I was very beautiful in my impression."

"You don't usually contact me?"

"She and her parents were very young when they left the country. Her parents would occasionally contact my parents, but we juniors had no friendship."

"I see."

Qin Yiren looked at the exquisitely crafted in the villa area, remembering Zhou Beiyan's unwilling expression, and asked for her classmates: "Beautiful than Dr. Zhou?"

Chu Xinian smiled slightly: "She asked you to ask?"

Qin Yiren nodded and said with some sympathy: "She has liked Professor Bo for a long time, and she mustered up the courage to confess and was immediately rejected. It's hard to let go of it for a while."

"Of course it's more beautiful than her."

The answer was concise and concise. Chu Xinian said that he could not understand Zhou Beiyan's delusion. "The Bo family in the capital is quite famous. I heard that it was an important family hundreds of years ago. She wanted to marry Bo Jingxing... No, it was completely impossible.

.”

Qin Yiren lowered her eyes quietly, and somehow she suddenly felt a little complicated.

She raised her hand and pressed the position of her chest. She unconsciously changed the topic: "You don't have to stay at home to take care of me tomorrow. The company's affairs are more important, and I'm already doing well."

Chu Xinian pondered for a moment: "Wouldn't it be boring to stay at home alone?"

"It's okay, Xiao Yunduo gave me a new game disk." Thinking of the big adventure that he had not experienced yet, Qin Yiren held back his little thoughts, "By the way, if I can help you with your job, whatever you want, please do whatever you want

Say you're welcome."

Seeing her serious look, Chu Xinian thought for a while: "There is indeed something. My family is scheduled to worship her ancestors this Friday, and there are three days to prepare. I have handed over these trivial matters to the studio in charge. You

Do you want to help you finalize the details?”

"Okay." Qin Yiren agreed without saying a word, and then asked: "Sacrifice to ancestors...the kind of ancestral hall in your home?"

Chu Xinian shook his head and patiently explained: "It's not a ancestral hall, the Chu family has a family cemetery, and all the descendants come back to pay tribute every five years. The rules left by the ancestors."
Chapter completed!