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008: Let's talk about your husband

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    No matter how dull Cheng Youyou is, he still understands that this is the woman who came to her door!  There was a sharp pain in her heart, which made her involuntarily break the pencil in her hand, unable to speak.

    "About Mingyuan, let's talk about it, how about it?" Although the wording was for discussion, there was a tone of bravado in the tone.

    Cheng Youyou feels that so far, he has been passively attacked by the enemy, and all the details have been secretly investigated. The extreme insecurity covers the whole body, and the coolness behind him seems to be watched by countless pairs of eyes in the dark. What should I do?  !

    "Hello?" The waiter over there got impatient and urged.  "Are you listening?"

    "I'm very busy now, please wait for me to contact you." Cheng Youyou spoke calmly, and hung up the phone without waiting for a response.

    Do not fight unprepared battles, Cheng Youyou understands this truth, and it is necessary to talk about it, but not now!

    She knows everything about herself, but I don't know anything about her!

    Before he could recover, the phone kept ringing, and it was still the strange number.  In this scorching summer, Cheng Youyou's hands and feet were icy cold. Holding up the coffee cup, the warm boiled water inside could bring some warmth.

    The small coffee cup in his hand is a pair with Zou Mingyuan. He sometimes drinks espresso, so he chose this one himself. It is 100cc. It does not hold much and is full of enamel, which is suitable for such an elegant leisure moment.

    Cheng Youyou watched with a wry smile as the phone returned to silence, this woman's perseverance is really not small.  Just as I was about to pick it up and turn it off, another call came.

    Fortunately, this time, it was Zou Mingyuan.

    "Mingyuan." After Cheng Youyou looked at the call, he frowned and picked it up.

    "Yuyou, are you feeling better from your cold?" Zou Mingyuan's voice is so magnetic that you can feel it through your phone. There is still love in that voice.

    "It's okay." Cheng Youyou reminded him that the headache that was already aching, after a little subsidence, started to ache again.

    "Well, did you have lunch? What did you eat?" Zou Mingyuan heard that she had a stuffy nose, and asked with a little doting, as usual, as if she was living a normal life.

    "Oh, I haven't eaten yet. As soon as I picked up the paintbrush, I forgot about it." Cheng Youyou pushed back the long hair scattered on his shoulders, and looked up at the clock in the office.

    Ten past twelve.

    "Why are you disobedient?" Zou Mingyuan sighed slightly annoyed.

    "It's not too late now, I haven't painted here, and the paints haven't been mixed yet." Cheng Youyou realized that her progress was still a bit slow. It's been a morning, and the draft is not half finished yet.

    "Then you wait, I didn't eat. I have a break at noon, and I just brought you cold medicine." Zou Mingyuan felt sorry for Cheng Youyou, and he forgot her birthday yesterday, and this feeling of guilt has been lingering in his heart.

    "No, there's no need for it." Cheng Youyou subconsciously refused, why, he couldn't tell.

    "It's hot outside now. I'll call you when I'm about to arrive before you go downstairs. Also, you're not allowed to draw any more. Stand up and move around." Zou Mingyuan's irresistible voice came, as usual domineering.

    Cheng Youyou nodded when he heard that his words were full of concern for himself.  "okay."

    "Be good and be obedient." Zou Mingyuan might be a little busy there, so he lowered his voice and asked a few words.

    After hanging up the phone, before Cheng Youyou could follow the instructions, someone knocked on the office door and knocked three times.

    Cheng Youyou thought it was a colleague from the design department, so he said politely.  "Please come in."

    The door was pushed quietly, and a pair of leopard-print flat shoes were reflected in the curtain.

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