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In the office,
Zhang Moyan looked at the recorder on the desk again, feeling hesitant.
An Yuan and Yiyang met and the entire conversation was recorded, just delivered by Secretary Wang.
After a firm handshake, he ultimately picked up the recorder and then threw it into the nearby trash can. Since the two had already decided to be together, they should have sufficient trust.
"Let's just leave it at that for today."
Zhang Moyan gripped the steering wheel, feeling a sense of indescribable restlessness within.
It's the peak of rush hour on the road, and all the cars are moving slowly.
Looking at the coffee shop not far ahead, Zhang Moyan simply found a parking space and parked the car.
Yesterday and today, An Yuan came to this coffee shop twice, and Zhang Moyan also wanted to go take a look.
At noon, which was originally a busy time, Zhang Moyan pushed open the door. The coffee shop was very crowded, so she casually found a seat and sat down.
"Sir, what would you like?"
"A glass of milk, please."
"Okay." Soon the shopkeeper returned and placed a glass of milk on the table.
"Our milk here is highly recommended, and it's very popular with our customers. Sir, would you like to take a portion home with you?"
The shopkeeper smiled and pointed to the front desk not far away.
Zhang Moyan followed the direction and saw a large photo displayed prominently on the counter.
The protagonist of the photo is Omega, who is drinking milk. With slender hands, Omega holds a full cup of milk and smiles sweetly.
"Okay, I'll pack it up," the shop owner happily said as they walked away.
Zhang Moyan stared at the photo without blinking. What kind of milk could make An Yuan smile like that? Taking a sip of the milk on the table, Zhang Moyan pondered if it was because a few extra sugar cubes were added.
The shopkeeper delivered the packaged milk in a beautiful box, with a colorful string tied around it.
"Boss, can you give me a copy of that photo?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but this is private and cannot be touched."
"Is that so." Zhang Moyan doesn't remember when An Yuan became private property, but if it is, it should be his.
I took out my wallet and opened it, placing it in front of the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper, who was just basking in the sunshine, immediately turned cloudy.
"I'm really sorry, I'll bring it to you right away, sir."
The wind chimes at the coffee shop jingled and jangled.
Zhang Moyan Sitting in the car, looking at the photos in hand, although not as grand as the front, it is more intimate.
An Yuan It's time to go home, just don't know if he has eaten on time.
Zhang Moyan stepped on the gas and accelerated.
The courtyard was very quiet, and Zhang Moyan casually parked the car in the corner.
"Yuan." Knocked on the door, no response from inside. Zhang Moyan took out the key and opened the door, the room was also very quiet.
"Yuan?"
Looking through the rooms one by one, did they go out again?
Putting the packed milk into the fridge, Zhang Moyan suddenly remembered the soup she made yesterday, and wondered if An Yuan had drunk it.
"Dong!" A heavy object fell to the ground in the bedroom.
Zhang Moyan was startled and immediately rushed in the direction of the sound, dropping what was in their hands.
Shaking his dizzy head, An Yuan reached out to the wardrobe door in front of him, trying to stand up.
Feeling a tightness in his side, An Yuan turned around to see Zhang Moyan standing behind him, lips pursed.
"When did you come back? Why didn't you call me?"
"I did call you, but you didn't answer me," Zhang Moyan said with a serious expression.
An Yuan smiled, "I didn't hear anything when I was looking for clothes in the wardrobe."
Zhang Moyan had looked in the dressing room before, there was no reason such a big person wouldn't have seen it. Looking at the wardrobe, it was very messy inside, obviously someone had been lying in it.
An Yuan is a bit unsteady, probably stumbled, Zhang Moyan helped An Yuan slowly lie down on the bed.
"Have you had lunch?"
"What?" Taking his eyes off the clock at the head of the bed, An Yuan looked at Zhang Moyan in a fluster.
Something must have happened.
Zhang Moyan gave up asking and directly placed his hand on An Yuan's stomach, "Haven't eaten yet." When looking at An Yuan again, there was a hint of reproach in his eyes.
But this time, Zhang Moyan didn't rush to cook for An Yuan, but instead sat down next to him.
An Yuan never takes the initiative to speak out about what's on his mind, so Zhang Moyan can only ask himself.
"What's going on?" His voice was somewhat cold.
Zhang Moyan cherishes An Yuan, but only within limits.
Faced with such a Zhang Moyan, An Yuan found her tongue tied and unable to tell a lie, so she could only speak the truth.
"Just, in the wardrobe, slept for a while."
Looking at An Yuan's hands tying the blanket, Zhang Moyan's face softened, in this situation An Yuan couldn't lie. Zhang Moyan kissed An Yuan, who was nervous, and spoke softly, "Good, are you still tired? Do you want to sleep a little longer?"
"Okay.
It is a fact that I am lying in the wardrobe, but whether I fell asleep or not, this matter still needs further confirmation."
An Yuan fell asleep, and Zhang Moyan brought out the prepared medicine for injuries at home, gently massaging the area where An Yuan fell.
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