The Life of Mary Sue

It's windy outside.

The winter wind is not at all gentle, blowing the bare branches around.

The car is like another world.

Xu Qiyan turned on the warm air very much, and the warm air had a faint woody fragrance, which was low and restrained.

Cheng Xueyi lowered her head to fasten her seat belt, and the clean and chilly smell on her coat lingered on the tip of her nose.

She remembered that she was in Shi Yi's car that day at the housewarming banquet, and she was next to Xu Qiyan. At that time, he also smelled like this, and there was an ironing in her heart for no reason.

Xu Qiyan didn't speak, he didn't even ask her what happened in the police station, he just turned on the car music, then started the car and drove towards Cheng Xueyi's residence.

The warm air is gently sent, and the soft and slow melody flows slowly in the car.

The tense nerves finally relaxed, and even the awkward silence turned into a comfortable fit.

The police station was only a ten-minute drive from Cheng Xueyi's residence.

The car drove all the way to the underground garage and stopped, Cheng Xueyi unbuckled the seat belt, but the moment she was about to open the car door, she was obviously hesitant.

After all, such a terrible thing happened last night, and now she has a bit of a psychological shadow on the underground garage.

Xu Qiyan could see it naturally, he turned off the engine and unfastened his seat belt, and said in a low voice, "I'll accompany you up."

Cheng Xueyi couldn't care less about being polite at this time, and having an extra man by her side felt overwhelming.

The two took the elevator to the 15th floor.

As soon as the door is opened, the familiar and warm atmosphere that belongs to home blows in.

Unexpectedly, she could come back alive, Cheng Xueyi had the urge to cry.

She was really tired, she didn't care about her image, she kicked off the boots on her feet, she didn't want to think about anything now, she just wanted to get rid of the shackles of her whole body and rolled back and forth on her comfortable and soft big bed. , and then let it go all day.

She put on slippers, turned around and said to Xu Qiyan, "Thank you, Mr. Xu."

In addition to thank you, there is a subtext in this sentence that you can go.

It's not that Cheng Xueyi is ungrateful, but she really wants to be alone for a while now.

She thought he should understand.

Unexpectedly, Xu Qiyan didn't play cards according to the routine at all. He raised his thin lips and asked, "Why, aren't you going to invite me in for a cup of tea?"

...

Since he said so.

Of course please please! Savior!

Don't talk about a cup of tea, even if it's Romani Conti, she wants to invite it.

Xu Qiyan entered the door, and Cheng Xueyi struggled to find the men's slippers he bought last time from the corner and handed them to him.

I don't know what he was thinking, but when he took the slippers, the corners of his lips curved slightly.

e, it's funny to smile.

Cheng Xueyi silently looked away, turned around and went to the kitchen to make tea.

She doesn't like tea on weekdays, and there is only a small amount of tea that Penny bought casually at home. After the last housewarming dinner, it was shelved.

She stood on tiptoe and wanted to open the cabinet where the tea was located, but her body was a little weak, and she tried to tiptoe and her fingertips could barely brush the edge of the cabinet.

At this time, a slender and clean hand stretched out calmly behind itself.

Xu Qiyan's height is superior, he easily opened the cabinet door, took out the tea box and handed it to her, "Do you want this?"

Cheng Xueyi wanted to nod her head, but her head suddenly became dizzy, and she held onto the edge of the sink to stabilize her body.

I couldn't sleep well in the hospital yesterday. There was a cold wind blowing in front of the police station just now, and the car was very warm. She was afraid of catching a cold from such a hot and cold toss.

The limbs are weak, and there is a vague heat.

In a trance, the back of the hand with a little coolness suddenly covered her forehead.

? ? ?

Cheng Xueyi raised her head suddenly, and she ran away in an instant when she was tired and tired.

All that remains is the infinitely magnified terror and consternation.

She stared and said nothing.

But my heart is full of galloping horses.

What is the president touching me for?

Is this a foul?

Serious foul!

However, the other party didn't seem to be aware of his behavior of crossing the line. He pursed his thin lips tightly, his eyes were as dark as ink, and he tried several times with the back of his hand on her forehead before frowning and saying, "You have a fever."

His voice was low, like a melodious cello, gently rubbing his cochlea.

Yes, she must have a fever, otherwise why would she feel so hot?

Cheng Xueyi took a step back in a panic, "That...that, I'll go look for medicine."

She was a little flustered for no reason, and her mind was not very clear. She rummaged around in the house and found no commonly used medicine box.

She rummaged through the glove box in the living room several times, "Strange, I remember it was clearly here."

Behind him, Xu Qiyan couldn't help but sigh, he stepped forward and took the medicine box that was close at hand, and said in a very serious tone, "Go and lie down."

"Um?"

"I don't want to repeat what you heard."

Cheng Xueyi was embarrassed, "Okay..."

She was really out of strength, her body was sore and weak, and walking was like stepping on cotton, and she felt like she could faint at any time.

She went back to her room, closed the door, changed into her pajamas, and tucked herself into the thick quilt.

She had chosen the mattress for this bed for a long time, and it was soft and comfortable to sleep on. In the past, no matter how tired she was every day, as long as she lay on it, she immediately felt very at ease and stable.

After a while, Xu Qiyan came in with a cup of hot water and antipyretics.

This was the first time he went to Xueyi's bedroom. The last time he came, he only took a cursory look at the door.

The master bedroom is not big, and it is filled with the feelings of a little girl. All kinds of dolls and plush toys are filled with bay windows. The windows are covered with white gauze curtains. The light in the room is warm and soft.

And Cheng Xueyi buried herself in the quilt, revealing only a pair of eyes, like an innocent child, blinking.

He handed her hot water and pills, "Take the pills."

Cheng Xueyi: "You are a bit fierce."

Xu Qiyan: "..."

His expression flashed a tangle, and after a while he repeated: "Take medicine."

This time, the tone was a little more relaxed, but it was vaguely awkward.

"Oh."

Cheng Xueyi took the glass and the pills.

The water temperature in the cup is just right, neither cold nor hot.

At this time, the wall clock on the wall began to strike the hour, which happened to be exactly eleven o'clock at noon.

Xu Qiyan looked at the wall clock subconsciously, it was noon.

She only had a small sandwich in the morning before going to the police station to make a transcript, and it was time for lunch.

So he asked, "Are you hungry?"

"what do you want to eat?"

Cheng Xueyi swallowed the antipyretic and said casually, "You can order takeout. There is a delicious rice noodle restaurant downstairs, and Hunan cuisine is also very good."

She loves spicy food.

Xu Qiyan frowned even more when she heard the words, "Cheng Xueyi, do you have any self-awareness as a patient?"

Cheng Xueyi: "...I have it."

Xu Qiyan looked at her as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Go to sleep first."

After he finished speaking, he got up and left the room.

Cheng Xueyi wanted to sleep for a while, but she couldn't.

Xu Qiyan temporarily blocked the news last night, but the fact that the artist was almost kidnapped must not be hidden for a long time.

The media still got the message.

After that, her phone didn't stop.

The first is Penny.

She has not recovered from the cold, her voice is hoarse like a man, and she is about to cry anxiously on the other end of the phone: "Sister Xueyi, are you alright?"

Cheng Xueyi: "It's okay, just lie down at home."

She couldn't blame herself: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't accompany you yesterday, but luckily you're fine..."

"You don't have to worry, isn't it alright on my side? Take care of your cold first, don't rush over here, I can do it on my side."

Next is Su Yu.

She was always short-tempered, and she covered her face as soon as she called: "Why don't you call me when such a big thing happens?"

"I can't believe the media news I received today!"

"I told you, you really don't take yourself too seriously. I called Penny just now to ask about the situation, but she said she didn't go upstairs with you yesterday. Why didn't you let her follow?"

Cheng Xueyi: "Didn't she catch a cold, so I'll let her go back first."

She was afraid that Su Yu would criticize Penny, and added: "I insisted that she not send it, and in that situation, Penny's presence was not necessarily useful, but it was more dangerous."

"I do not……"

Cheng Xueyi wanted to say something, but found that her hand was empty.

At the bedside, Xu Qiyan didn't know when to leave and return. At this moment, she was holding her mobile phone with a sullen face, as if the wind and rain were about to come.

He glanced at the caller ID and said solemnly to the microphone: "Push off all her recent work."

"Until I say yes."

? ? ?

What kind of overbearing president is this?

Cheng Xueyi wanted to protest with her actions, but she reached out to grab the phone.

Why do you want to quit your job?

She can get up and continue the day after a rest!

How can an artist rest easily during such an important rising period!

However, Xu Qiyan has simply hung up the phone.

Cheng Xue was so angry that she glared at Xu Qiyan, trying to tell him how angry she was now!

But in less than a second, she broke down.

Because she saw that Xu Qiyan was wearing her small floral apron...

The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up at his arms, and he was wearing a small apron. He was very tall, and his shoulders were like Pacific shoulders, very wide, and the small apron was indescribably weird on him.

So he is cooking...?

what happened?

Is this different from what we said? Why does the president still wash his hands and make soup?

The character has collapsed... huh?

Cheng Xueyi's head was numb, and after a long hesitation, she stuttered and asked, "Mr. Xu, you... what are you doing?"

Xu Qiyan: "..."

He didn't want to explain at all.

Xu Qiyan is actually not the kind of rich young man who does not eat the fireworks of the world and does not know the suffering of the people in the eyes of others.

The Xu family is a century-old family, and by Xu Qiyan this is the third generation.

Mr. Xu especially didn't like to hear one sentence, that is, he is only rich for three generations.

What does it mean to be rich for only three generations, but it is because the days of being rich and noble are too long, forgetting to work hard, losing the aggressive fighting spirit, and blindly coveting comfort and pleasure, so the whole family began to go downhill.

In their circle, such families are not rare.

Xu Jinming's heart was ringing, so he was always the most severe and harsh to his eldest son.

When Xu Qiyan was studying in the United States in the early years, his family gave him nothing but tolls and some basic living expenses at first. After nearly ten years of independent life, he completely relied on himself.

In those years, as long as he could make money, he tried all kinds of jobs.

Cooking simple meals is an essential basic skill in life.

But this was too unexpected for Cheng Xueyi.

The degree of surprise is no less than that of aliens visiting Earth.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang outside.

"Ding ding ding--" the ground kept ringing, and it was obvious that the people at the door were in a hurry.

Xu Qiyan moved slightly, then paused again.

This is not his home after all.

Cheng Xueyi was stunned for a moment, and then he said slowly, "I'll go drive."

She lifted the quilt and pulled her slippers to open the door, her mind still a little bit lost.

The person here is Yu Tongtong.

Seeing Cheng Xueyi appearing unharmed, she couldn't help but step forward and give her a big hug.

"God bless you, luckily you're all right!"

When Yu Tongtong is happy, it is easy to talk to herself, she hugged Cheng Xueyi and started to babble: "I was scared to death when I saw the news on the road, and the line was busy when I called you. The notice told the driver to drive directly to your house..."

"What the **** happened yesterday?"

"The report only said that you were almost kidnapped, and the details are not very clear."

Yu Tongtong changed her slippers and walked into the living room, "My heart is about to burst out, you know?"

She rambled on and on, and she didn't even pay attention to Cheng Xueyi's continued non-stop.

Until she passed the kitchen and saw a somewhat familiar figure——

"Eh?"

Yu Tongtong exaggeratedly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

Is she right?

Xu Qiyan actually wore a small floral apron to cook in the kitchen! ! !

...

Because this scene was too magical, her whole person was petrified.

She must be wrong! ! !

Xu Qiyan's cooking is already very... I don't know how to describe it.

And it's still cooking at Cheng Xueyi's house! ! !

Did she miss any important plot? !

Yu Tongtong felt that his three views on life and various views had been impacted by the destruction of the world.

After a while, she pulled the sleeves of Cheng Xueyi's pajamas, "Sister, tell me, am I blind?"

Cheng Xueyi didn't speak.

She also wants to know...