What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Are You Not Satisfied That I Am Your Wife? 2

This is how Lin Zhuo took his clothes after he entered the room.

But today, after Duan Yunqi chose his clothes, he was not in a hurry to leave. He hesitated for a long time, and finally quietly opened the door connecting the cloakroom to the master bedroom.

The master bedroom where Lin Zhuo slept was actually a small suite. The door of the cloakroom was more convenient to enter than the door of the master bedroom, but the two of them had a tacit understanding and each had his own door, never disturbing each other.

This was the first time that Duan Yunqi had stepped into the house that originally belonged to Lin Zhuo since he entered the house.

When he went in, Lin Zhuo was sleeping very soundly, and even when Duan Yunqi walked over to the bed and sat down, he didn't wake up.

Lin Zhuo was sleeping on his side, his handsome eyebrows slightly wrinkled; he was mumbling with a very small sound, he seemed to still be a little hot, with one arm stretched out.

Duan Yunqi reached out and touched his arm outside the quilt, and sure enough, it was ice cold.

Duan Yunqi sighed, took Lin Zhuo's arm back, and then covered him with the quilt.

He looked at Lin Zhuo's sleeping face, feeling a little confused. He didn't know what happened to him tonight. After coming back, he especially wanted to take a good look at him, even though he and Lin Zhuo had been together for more than a month.

Ever since they met at the hotpot restaurant, Duan Yunqi had inexplicably felt that Lin Zhuo seemed different, but he couldn't tell exactly what was different.

Maybe he is more clever than before? When we met tonight, the turbidity in his eyes was gone, like a transparent gem.

It's a very strange feeling.

Duan Yunqi touched his chest and thought.

But he should leave now. If Lin Zhuo wakes up and sees him, he won't be able to explain himself.

...

"Good morning, sir."

When Duan Yunqi went downstairs to eat, Uncle Tian greeted him.

Duan Yunqi nodded: "Is he up?"

I don't know if it was to please me, but as long as I was at home, Lin Zhuo would definitely have dinner with me, rain or shine.

"Uh..." Uncle Tian hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

"Xiaozhuo has already gone out." Uncle Tian said with his head down.

"At this hour? He's already gone out?"

I haven't even gone to work yet, but Lin Zhuo has already left? Why? Isn't he going to have breakfast with me today?

"He said he had an appointment with a friend."

Duan Yunqi didn't say anything, sat down at his seat and started eating.

It's better without him, it seems quieter.

Duan Yunqi seemed to be in a bad mood, and Uncle Tian didn't dare to disturb him. The restaurant was silent for a while.

Suddenly, Duan Yunqi clenched the chopsticks in his hand: Friend? Is it his friends or the lady from yesterday?

For the first time, Duan Yunqi felt that his breakfast was tasteless.

...

"My dear lady, why are you calling me to go out so early in the morning? I'm so sleepy." Lin Zhuo followed behind Wan Linlin like a wronged ghost, yawning from time to time.