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Chapter 80

Just leave, Xiao Yige and Suhang didn't call for an assistant, and the two drove back to the alley where they broke each other's feelings at mealtime.

The Spring Festival will be celebrated in a few days, and every household in the alley begins to decorate with lanterns and festoons.

Only Grandma Chang's house is deserted, with a spacious courtyard but few people.

Xiao Yige led Su Hang into the courtyard, the two looked at each other and smiled lightly.

Grandma Chang was fiddling with spices in the yard as usual, when she heard the movement, she turned her head and looked, with a smile on her face: "Ah, why are you here!"

Xiao Yige smiled apologetically at Grandma Chang: "Hanghang has been busy recently, and we haven't had time to come here. Thinking about it today, I came here as soon as possible."

Suhang just smiled slightly and didn't expose her.

Busy is one of the reasons, but when they are passionately in love, they always like to be alone together, so they always want to go back to Xiao Yige's Peach Blossom Land first, and then go back to Xiao's house, so they always ignore this renting place. small attic.

Grandma Chang happily took Xiao Yige's hand, "It's such a cold day, come in quickly. Have you eaten yet?"

Suhang said: "Not yet, we ordered some food delivery on the way, and I will cook."

Xiao Yige's eyes met Suhang's, the corners of his mouth curled up: "I'm with you."

"Then what am I going to do..." Grandma Chang scratched her head in distress, then suddenly said, "Ah, I'm going to pack the freshly dried rose petals into a sachet and give it to Yi Ge."

Suhang made a rare joke: "Then let's split up and see you in the yard later."

The wall of the yard is leaning against a sunshade, which is usually set up when eating in the yard.

Suhang took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves to set it up, then hung up the curtains to keep out the cold wind, pulled out a bright night light specially used for camping from his small attic, hung it on the top of the awning, a warm That's it for the small room.

Xiao Yige prepared the kitchen utensils in the kitchen, Suhang finished the awning and brought the freshly arrived takeaway ingredients into the kitchen.

It's cold, they plan to make hot pot.

Xiao Yige was in charge of cleaning the ingredients, Suhang prepared the condiments to make the bottom of the pot, put some ingredients evenly in the pot and boiled over medium heat.

During the short time waiting for the hot pot to boil, Suhang used a fruit knife to carve out the outline of a flower on a section of carrot, which made Xiao Yige both amused and pitiful.

She washed and dried her hands, and stretched out a finger to touch her nose, "I don't have time to do design recently, is it suffocating you?"

Suhang concentrated on perfecting the edge of the flower, and muffled "um".

The hot pot gradually boiled, Xiao Yige reminded her: "Okay, let's eat first."

The moment Xiao Yige was going to serve the hot pot, Suhang trimmed the edges of the carrot flower, leaned forward and placed this small and delicate flower on the plate of boiled shrimp.

Xiao Yige burst out laughing, looking at Su Hang's satisfied eyebrows, his heart softened beyond words.

The life that Suhang likes is actually so simple, there is no intrigue, no conspiracy, and people and things you love are enough.

Their lives should be peaceful like this, and she will keep this peace for Suhang.

Before the meal, Xiao Yige called someone to bring Xiong Xiong over, and before they put the hot pot on the table, their big furry heads pushed through the windshield curtain and got in.

Grandma Chang likes Xiong Xiong very much, she teases it while eating, and chats with Xiao Yige about Xiong Xiong's daily life.

The hot pot meal was lively and comfortable. After the meal, Xiao Yige put Xiongxiong in the custom-made nest, and then took a bath with Suhang and went back to the room.

Coming back here again is like going back to Suzhou and Hangzhou in the summer when I always go to the archery to shoot arrows.

Xiao Yige nestled into the sofa and mixed various essential oils made by Grandma Chang into the incense wood to create a fresh fragrance.

Su Hang wiped her hair and looked at her, put the towel on the back of the chair and sat down beside her, wrapped her body close to her, and watched her play with essential oils with great interest.

"There will be nothing to disturb us anymore," Su Hang whispered softly in her ear, as if she was speaking to her, and seemed to be liberating her heart that had been fettered for many days, "I have finished the final homework. The company's recent situation has been dealt with, and then it will be handed over to you cleanly."

It is not very appropriate to give Xiao Yige now. During Cheng Zhiang's serious illness, many problems occurred. The rumors of speculating on the heir caused anxiety among shareholders and high-level executives, and made a mess.

At this time, hand it over to Xiao Yige, so of course it is Xiao Yige who bothers him.

She doesn't like being restrained, but she likes to be Xiao Yige's armor.

Xiao Yige turned slightly sideways and handed the incense stick in front of her, "Does it smell good?"

Su Hang sniffed, "It's very fresh and cool, what's mixed with it?"

Xiao Yige smiled triumphantly, "The ratio of Jasmine and mint is four to one. Too much mint will choke your nose. It's just right now."

Su Hang also liked this smell very much, and followed her heart and said: "Sister Ji An is looking for a new office building, my new office should use this smell of aromatherapy, it is easy to get tired of smelling cedar."

Xiao Yige put the diffuser wood back on the table next to the sofa, relaxed his body and snuggled into Su Hang's arms, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were rippling softly, "Other scents smell fresh occasionally, and it's okay to like them for three to five days. I don’t think much about it anymore, only the cedar fragrance will keep me in my heart.”

Sometimes, she likes to use the aroma to react to Suhang.

For example, when Suhang came quietly behind her, she would pretend not to know, and pull her long hair to one shoulder, causing Suhang to hug her involuntarily, and bury her face in her exposed shoulder.

The fragrance is cool, but the person is hot. This contrast makes her heart move.

Su Hang lowered his head and kissed her ear, "Did you not bring that card?"

Xiao Yige shrunk his neck, stretched out his hand to push that slender shoulder, and said softly, "You're addicted to playing, can you do nothing without cards?"

I don't know whether to thank Mo Feifei or give Mo Feifei a lesson.

Ever since he had that card, Suhang's interest was really all on the card, and he was full of anticipation of what new ways to play it.

This kind of thing is still used by couples who have been together for a long time to improve their interest. Suhang is just starting to fully use the technology.

Su Hang lowered his eyes, with a look that was hard to say, "I just think that has a sense of novelty..."

With such a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes, Xiao Yige noticed the blackness in her eyes.

After these busy days, Su Hang's face seemed to be thinner, the dark circles under his eyes could not be removed, and the tiredness was written between his eyebrows and eyes.

Xiao Yige reached out to touch the bruises under her eyes, and said softly with distress: "You haven't been sleeping well recently, and you still have dreams at night. Adjust your schedule first."

Suhang was a little disappointed, but still obediently said "um".

"Good boy," Xiao Yige kissed her eyes, "When you recover, you can play however you want."

Saying that, Xiao Yige urged Suhang to go to bed.

Even after returning to the secret base, Suhang still didn't sleep well.

She saw herself standing in the hospital corridor full of the smell of disinfectant, with the whistling wind in her ears, as if a wild animal was locked in a certain ward, struggling helplessly and violently.

There was another one of her in the ward, that one was also standing by the window, but said clearly and cruelly what she said that day to Cheng Zhiang.

Cheng Zhiang tightened the quilt on the hospital bed with a painful expression, while the person who looked exactly like her just looked at him coldly.

Suhang quickly ran into the ward to help Cheng Zhiang up, but her arm pierced through Cheng Zhiang's body and the hospital bed.

She grabbed the head of the bed in astonishment and anxiety, still holding hands full of air.

She wanted to stop the indifferent self at the window to stop talking, but no matter how much she screamed, she couldn't make a sound.

The person on the hospital bed rolled down to the ground just like that day, she squatted down reflexively to take first aid measures, but the person who was moaning in pain opened her eyes.

Those eyes stared at her with resentment and hatred, and the beast moaned hoarsely like a dying beast: "I could have lived, but you wanted me to die, it was you..."

Su Hang fell to the ground, and the darkness around her rolled towards her.

Cheng Zhiang covered his heart, his eyes were like dry wells and black holes, and he said to her lifelessly: "Your hands are not clean, they are stained with my blood, you have to atone for my sins in your life."

Su Hang desperately moved towards the door of the ward, but her back was already swallowed by darkness, and when she looked forward again, those eyes overflowing with lifeless energy were right in front of her.

She opened her eyes suddenly, sat up from the bed and took a deep breath.

There are warm arms hugging her into her arms, and a gentle voice comforts her incessantly: "Hanghang, don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Suhang's body was covered with sweat, and his chest heaved violently.

Xiao Yige kissed her eyes, and asked her cautiously: "You've been dreaming lately, can you tell me what's in your dreams, maybe it'll be good if you tell me."

This is not the first time Suhang has had this nightmare.

Since Cheng Zhiang passed away, Xiao Yige often heard Su Hang's sleep talking.

"I didn't, don't try to brainwash me..."

"I don't want you to die, I don't even want to see you!"

"Let me go... let me go."

These words were repeated over and over again, murmuring from Suhang's mouth like a mantra in the middle of the night when they fell asleep.

Xiao Yige guessed that Cheng Zhiang's death probably left a shadow in Suhang's heart.

Although Su Hang's face is cold, there is always a small beam of warm light burning in his heart, and he has never been the same kind as the vicious Cheng Zhiang.

Even if Cheng Zhiang treats her so harshly, what she thinks in her heart is to stay away and resist, and never hope that Cheng Zhiang will suffer misfortune.

She was the only one present when Cheng Zhiang had a heart attack that day, how could she get over this hurdle.

Suhang swallowed several times, his voice was deep and hoarse: "I dreamed of Cheng Zhiang, he said he died because of me, he said he could have lived..."

"Hang Hang, listen to me," Xiao Yige comforted her softly, and kept stroking her back, "His sudden illness was just an accident, but if anything goes against his will, he will become emotional. We It is impossible to wrong yourself to make him happy. And you know his situation, time is running out."

Suhang listened silently, trembling his hands and wanted to hug Xiao Yige back, but he stopped trembling when he saw his palm, "...Yige, I want to go to the bathroom."

Xiao Yige's eyes dimmed, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, "Go."

Suhang left her embrace, got out of bed and stepped on the slippers, and hurried out of the room.

Xiao Yige sat quietly on the bed for a while, then followed her downstairs with light steps.

At the corner of the stairs, she saw the lights in the bathroom, and Suhang was scrubbing his hands in panic, as if they were covered with thick mud.

Suhang rinsed repeatedly, putting his hands under the tap over and over again to rinse off the dense foam.

But those hands were clearly clean.

Xiao Yige stood in the dark stairwell and looked at her, pain and bitterness filled his heart.

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