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The bedroom is very clean. Zhang Moyan took off An Yuan's shoes, covered him with a blanket, and then went to the kitchen to prepare some food.
Having not returned for over a month, the house had been cleaned by a cleaning service, but there was no one to buy groceries. The empty refrigerator only had some noodles left. Zhang Moyan managed to cook a bowl, but didn't put it on the table. He finished it in a few bites in the kitchen.
Time is limited, and he has to take advantage of An Yuan's sleep time to make a trip to the company.
He tore off a piece of note paper, left a message for An Yuan, and then stuck it on the bedside so that An Yuan could see it as soon as he woke up.
After the door closed gently, An Yuan opened his eyes on the bed, reached for a note, and estimated that Zhang Moyan would probably be back around four o'clock.
He got up, put on his clothes, and went into Zhang Moyan's office.
Before leaving the office, there was not much difference from usual. An Yuan sat in Zhang Moyan's usual seat, looking at the stack of documents on the desk, raising and then putting down his hand.
After sitting quietly for about half an hour, An Yuan still raised his hand and flipped through the documents.
On the desk are all documents related to the company, which meant little to An Yuan. He looked at the drawer below, took a deep breath, and carefully opened the bottom drawer.
A pair of light blue little shoes jumped into An Yuan's eyes. Looking at the chubby and cute little fish on top and the date underneath the shoes, his heart ached. Tears welled up uncontrollably, and An Yuan covered his mouth tightly, preventing any sound from escaping.
Under the small shoe is a blue-covered file, no different from the others, but An Yuan couldn't help holding his breath.
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After leaving the company, Zhang Moyan went to the supermarket and bought some food. Then he checked the time, realizing An Yuan was probably waking up soon. Zhang Moyan stepped on the gas pedal, increasing the speed of the car.
"Yuan, are you awake?" Zhang Moyan closed the door, but turned around to see An Yuan standing at the office door, with a pale face, staring straight at him.
"What's wrong?"
An Yuan did not answer him, turned and went into the study, Zhang Moyan's heart sank.
Walking to the door, looking at An Yuan sitting in front of the computer, he saw the baby's shoes hidden in the drawer, with a blue folder underneath. Zhang Moyan's pupils contracted instantly.
"Now, do you have anything else to say to me?" An Yuan had a thin face and sharp, black-and-white eyes that stared straight at him.
Thinking of being next to An Yuan, Zhang Moyan felt a heaviness in his feet.
"What did you say?" Zhang Moyan steadied his mind, perhaps An Yuan didn't know that he was deceiving him.
"I've already called An Ning and she told me everything." An Yuan spoke slowly and with a calm tone. He moved the mouse with his hand, and the voices of two other people, a man and a woman, could be heard in the room.
"I knew from the way you looked at him that you like him and want to possess him."
"So what if I do."
"After this, you can finally have your wish fulfilled."
Silence.
"Don't worry, I, An Ning, am not an ungrateful person. You helped me, so naturally I will help you." The room fell silent, An Yuan pressed pause, and his hand on the mouse trembled slightly.
Zhang Moyan The corners of his eyes drooped slightly, a bitter smile hanging on his lips. "An Yuan, you are not being rational right now. I won't discuss this issue with you."
Zhang Moyan turned and went into the kitchen. The newly bought vegetables were still on the sink, but he suddenly lost the mood to prepare them.
An Yuan turned off the computer and listened to the sound of washing vegetables and cooking in the kitchen. As he got up and opened the refrigerator, his hand hesitated over the usual place where the milk was kept, then hesitated again and withdrew. There was nothing in the refrigerator at this time.
Dinner was surprisingly quick to prepare. Zhang Moyan brought the final soup to the table, took off the apron, and said, "Let's eat. I have to go to the hospital later."
An Yuan took the bowl and ate silently. A cup of warm milk was placed in front of him. Looking at the milky white liquid in the glass, his eyes were teary. He felt like crying, but couldn't find a reason to. So he could only swallow the food in the bowl in big gulps, holding back the tears.
Neither of them ate much for dinner. Zhang Moyan packed some food in a lunchbox, fearing that An Yuan would be hungry in the hospital.
"Let's go."
An Yuan walked ahead, while Zhang Moyan followed behind carrying things.
The door closed gently, and the house, without the light, gained an extra layer of loneliness and desolation.
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