This time she confesses

Chapter 29

Jing Huan didn't block Ke Qingyun, but set the other party as chat only, and if she didn't deliberately click into Moments, she couldn't see what she had posted. Now that Ke Qingyun asked her face to face, Jing Huan was so embarrassed that she couldn't help but talk to her. She raised the bar: "You don't post on Moments, and it doesn't matter if you screen or not... right?"

"How do you know I don't post on Moments?" Ke Qingyun raised his eyes and asked suddenly.

Jing Huan was stunned, speechless.

Ke Qingyun smiled: "You still pay special attention to whether I post on Moments?"

"..."

Sure enough, you have to think carefully before speaking, otherwise you will explode yourself if you are not careful. Jing Huan pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable being stared at by Ke Qingyun. His eyes seemed to say, "Look, I know you secretly look at my circle of friends, Jing Huan Keeping your face away, a little bit of embarrassment turned into anger: "Can't you? It's not illegal to watch Moments."

"Well, it's not breaking the law." Ke Qingyun said bluntly: "I will also watch your Moments, the day before yesterday was very beautiful."

After being commented on the content of Moments in person, Jing Huan's face was a little hot, and he handed over the filled dumplings: "Stop talking, let's eat."

I know I'm pretty.

Not only the day before yesterday, but every day.

But the dumplings still couldn't stop Ke Qingyun's mouth, "Why do you care if I post on Moments?"

"Curiosity." Jing Huan served Ke Qingyun soup again, and laid out all the dishes by the way, trying to make her shut up and eat quietly, without talking so much.

The dumplings were placed in an insulated bucket, and they still burned their mouths after they were served. Ke Qingyun ate carefully, and did not forget to ask, "What are you curious about? I can tell you directly."

Jing Huan looked at her and said solemnly, "I'm curious what the life of a big leader is like."

The result is not much better than social animals, just as miserable.

Ke Qingyun: "Then what did you find?"

"Boring, boring, boring, boring." Jing Huan commented intuitively.

Ke Qingyun paused his hands lightly, and raised his head: "The content reflected in the circle of friends is very one-sided and cannot be used as a complete basis. If you really want to know, you can ask me in person."

"I don't want to for the time being." Because I already know the general idea.

As an assistant, judging from the more than two months of getting along, Ke Qingyun is the company and home every day, two o'clock and one line, and occasionally goes to Kan Guangqin's place to eat dumplings, helps pull the water pipes to water the flowers and plants, and continues to work the next day. Life is much more monotonous than Jing Huan's.

Ke Qingyun pursed her lips, put down her spoon and looked at Jing Huan, "In addition to work, I actually have many hobbies."

Seven years ago, the most frequently discussed topic between the two was mathematics and geometry problems. Seven years later, the two of them were still busy with work. It seemed that they really had no chance to know each other's hobbies, so Jing Huan couldn't help being a little moved, and lowered his eyelids. , Pretended not to care and asked: "What hobby?"

When she was really asked, Ke Qingyun was a little embarrassed to speak up for a while, but it was rare for Jing Huan to take the initiative to ask her questions and talk about her hobbies, which would help the other person understand her better, so she didn't shy away from it: "I learned piano when I was young. , and a little painting, although I haven’t touched it for a few years, but the basic skills are still there.”

Jing Huan was taken aback, wondering if this was a hobby, she thought it could be called a hobby, at least she would do it from time to time, like shopping, watching movies, playing games, cooking, reading books and so on.

I haven't touched it for many years, can it be regarded as a hobby?

"I think your biggest hobby is work." Jing Huan said, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have dragged a cough into the current pneumonia."

Ke Qingyun did not deny that a large part of the delay in coughing into pneumonia was due to busy work, so he smiled indifferently: "It will be fine after a while."

Jing Huan heard this sentence from Ke Qingyun countless times, and used it to encourage employees in meetings and comfort herself in private, but after a busy time, she will really relax.

Not necessarily.

Looking for a job in his position, as long as Ke Qingyun is still the leader, it is impossible to live a too comfortable and leisurely life.

Jing Huan doesn't have any ambitious goals in life, but she doesn't want to destroy the glory of others. She just thinks that it is not advisable to disregard her health because of her work. "You have worked for so many years, so you should already be very rich, right?"

"Huh?" Ke Qingyun looked at Jing Huan with a sudden change in painting style, and was very surprised.

Jing Huan also realized that his words were ambiguous, and quickly explained, "No, I'm not going to borrow money from you, I just want to say that if you get sick in the future, you should see a doctor first. After all, the body is the capital of revolution and life. Only a healthy body can make more money."

There should be no problem with this, after Jing Huan finished speaking, he glanced at Ke Qingyun anxiously.

Ke Qingyun lowered his head and laughed, and assured him: "This time it was an accident, and it will never happen again in the future."

There were also vegetables and soup for dinner, but Ke Qingyun didn't eat much. Jing Huan didn't finish the ten dumplings she served, probably because she was sick and had a bad appetite, so Jing Huan didn't force her to eat more. Ke Qingyun didn't move his chopsticks, and silently put them away.

Ke Qingyun quietly watched Jing Huan do all this: "Are you going back?"

"......what?"

Jing Huan was slightly taken aback, and turned her head to look. The TV and lights in the ward were not turned on, and there was a sense of desolation in the desolation, which made her unable to bear to speak, but the meal was finished, and she still had something to do, so she ordered it Nodding his head, he replied dully, "Yeah."

"It's really getting late. Uncles and aunts are probably waiting for you for New Year's Eve. Then call me when you get home. I'm so relieved."

Ke Qingyun smiled, paused for a moment and said, "I'm very happy that you can come to see me today."

Jing Huan nodded, remained silent, and put the thermos into a bag. At this moment, the mobile phone on the table rang suddenly. It was Kan Guangqin. Jing Huan's movements were also interrupted by the ringing of the phone. Ke Qingyun.

Before Ke Qingyun connected, he cleared his throat, his voice sounded much more joyful, "Hey, Mom, happy New Year's Eve."

"Eating New Year's dinner at a colleague's house, there are many people at night and it is very lively."

"Don't worry, I didn't drink."

"I've taken medicine, and I've stopped coughing for a long time. Don't worry about it, I'll take care of myself."

"Yeah, I'll try to go back as soon as possible and accompany you to see grandpa."

Ke Qingyun's voice was slow and soft, and it sounded very gentle in the silent night, but there was sourness behind his forced smile, Jing Huan couldn't move his feet, staring blankly at her lying to his mother, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

When the nurse came in, Ke Qingyun had already hung up the phone, and the faint smile was still on the corner of her mouth. The nurse glanced at her and said with a smile: "You seem to be in good spirits at the moment, come on, take your temperature again."

"Yeah." Ke Qingyun raised his eyes and looked at Jing Huan who had moved to the end of the bed, "Someone brought me food today."

"It's time for your friend to come over to accompany you. It's good to have someone to take care of you when you're sick." The nurse said with a smile, "The fever has subsided a bit, and the injection will be given later, and you can sleep well tonight." Good sleep."

"thank you."

"You're welcome, you should." When the nurse walked to the door, she suddenly turned her head and said, "There is a Spring Festival Gala in the next ward, if you feel better now, you can ask your friend to accompany you to see it. lively."

Jing Huan licked his lower lip, looked at Ke Qingyun, and asked, "Do you want to go?"

Ke Qingyun smiled and shook his head, "Don't go, there is also a TV in this ward."

"Then do you see it?"

Ke Qingyun's drowsiness disappeared completely after Jing Huan came, and he can't sleep now, it's good to listen to the Spring Festival Gala after Jing Huan leaves to pass the time, "Then help me open it."

"it is good."

With the Spring Festival Gala as the background sound, Ke Qingyun finally felt a bit of the atmosphere of the New Year. He looked up and found that Jing Huan was still standing by the bed. Ke Qingyun worried that it was too late and it would be unsafe for her to go back, so she said: "I'm fine, You go back quickly."

"..." Jing Huan turned his head, paused and sat down on the nursing chair next to Ke Qingyun's hospital bed, "I'll sit for a while, anyway, I'm going to watch the Spring Festival Gala when I go back."

Ke Qingyun was slightly taken aback, turned his head, and stared straight at Jing Huan: "If you sit a little longer, you won't be able to go back tonight."

After ten o'clock, she will not let Jing Huan go back alone.

"I can't go back... I won't go back."

Jing Huan stared at the TV screen as if nothing had happened. The dancers inside threw off their sleeves and danced beautifully, but Jing Huan didn't appreciate it. He only regretted that he didn't have melon seeds at hand at the moment, so that he could look more natural: "Isn't there still Empty bed, that, you can give me a raise later."

"That's for sure." Ke Qingyun raised the corners of his lips, "Work overtime on New Year's Eve, and get three times the salary."

Jing Huan said nothing.

At 10:30, the nurse came in and put a bottle on Ke Qingyun. Seeing Jing Huan sitting next to her, she told her: "The bottle is almost out of medicine, remember to ring the bell."

"it is good."

The content of the Spring Festival Gala is similar every year. Many people find it boring, but because of feelings, even if they are playing on their mobile phones, they have to turn on the TV and use the Spring Festival Gala as background music. Some people watched it very seriously, and she was too embarrassed to fish for it, so she just followed a program and watched it with relish.

After Jing Huan had been sitting for a long time, his body would unconsciously find a comfortable position to lean on. When he came back to his senses, half of his body was already leaning against the head of the bed, as if he was fighting for a seat with Ke Qingyun.

"Sorry." After Jing Huan found out, he quickly sat up straight.

The chair is made of wood, and it is really uncomfortable to sit for a long time. Ke Qingyun turned his head and asked, "Do you want to lie on the bed?"

"..." Jing Huan's heart skipped a beat, and when he raised his head, there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

But Ke Qingyun smiled indifferently, and explained to her: "The bed next to it can be rented."

call!It turned out to be the bed next to it.

Jing Huan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh good, then I'll rent it."

When Ke Qingyun finished her injection, it was already the penultimate Spring Festival Gala show. She moved her wrist lightly, and when she turned her head, she saw Jing Huan lying on the bed next to her, feeling warm in her heart, and asked: "Are you still used to sleeping?"

"Get used to it." Jing Huan was not so pretentious: "It's much more comfortable than the bed in the dormitory."

Ke Qingyun smiled: "That's fine."

As it was approaching zero, Ke Qingyun looked down at his mobile phone from time to time, deliberately waiting for a certain time to arrive, and wanted to say happy New Year to the other party again, but when it was only 1 minute away from the clock.

Jing Huan's cell phone rang suddenly, and it looked like it was deliberately stepped on. The ringtone was very urgent, and it seemed that she couldn't wait to welcome the New Year. This made Jing Huan have to answer the phone first, and the cheerful voice immediately came from the receiver. It came out, "Jing Xiaohuan! Happy New Year."

The time card is just right.

The new year is here.

"Happy New Year to you too, Sister Yaoyao."