Liang Qihe didn't have the habit of sleeping in bed, but because he was thinking about Lin Zhiyu before going to bed, he didn't go to bed until late at night. He was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone at nine o'clock the next morning.
The caller was his brother, and he answered the call in a daze. His brother asked him to go to the company, saying that his father had something to report.
Liang Qihe rubbed his sore neck and opened the door. The room opposite was still closed. He thought that Lin Zhiyu was going to school in the morning and would not be at home at this time, so he went over and knocked on the door, but there was no sound inside. He turned the handle again, and not surprisingly, Lin Zhiyu locked the door again.
Yesterday Liang Qihe would feel resentful of his behavior, but now it's different. If Lin Zhiyu really had a secret to hide from him, then it would be normal for him to lock the door when he went out.
Although I have doubts in my heart, now is not the time to consider this matter. He had been back for a few days, but his father refused to give him any good looks. Now he suddenly called him to the company, and you can actually guess what he wanted to say.
Liang Qihe washed himself, changed his clothes and went out. But after passing the living room, he took two steps back and turned to look in the direction of the restaurant.
Yesterday, he ordered a bunch of late-night snacks. He wanted to use the food to see whether the elastic bandage on Lin Zhiyu's hand was the same as that of the dancer. However, Lin Zhiyu didn't give him the chance and left the pile of late-night snacks like this. No one was paying attention at the table. But now those plastic bags and disposable packaging boxes are no longer visible, replaced by a semicircular white gauze on the table.
Liang Qihe went over and took away the gauze, and a glass of orange juice and a handmade sandwich appeared in front of him.
Liang Qihe was a little surprised now. Looking at this posture, did Lin Zhiyu prepare breakfast for him?
He picked up the orange juice and took a sip. It was freshly squeezed. He picked up another sandwich and looked at it separately. He found that the vegetables and beef fillet inside were both his favorites. Even the cheese slices were the two thick slices he was used to eating. There was half a soft-boiled egg next to it.
When he opened the refrigerator yesterday, there was nothing in it. Then he ordered a bunch of things, but they were basically vacuum-packed cooked food. It was already twelve o'clock when Lin Zhiyu came back, so that guy only slept for a few hours before running to the supermarket?
Since he went to Italy to study, Liang Qihe could only eat the meals prepared for him after returning home. This kind of breakfast is what he often eats when he returns to China in the past few years. Zhao Man should have told him, so Lin Zhiyu would make it the same as what Zhao Man made for him.
Liang Qihe pulled out his chair, sat down, and began to enjoy the breakfast.
Lin Zhiyu's cooking skills are good. The beef tenderloin is quite tender, and it's great when paired with the slightly sour orange juice. But he only took two bites when his phone rang. It was a WeChat message from Yang Zhiheng.
Yesterday, he made an excuse to leave first. Wen Yang and Li Xuejing didn't notice anything, but Yang Zhiheng knew about it and asked him what was going on.
Liang Qihe hadn't found evidence that Lin Zhiyu was dressed as a woman, so he didn't want to talk about it rashly. He just said that he just moved yesterday and didn't organize a lot of things. Seeing that he refused to say anything, Yang Zhiheng didn't pursue the question. Liang Qihe swallowed the food in his mouth and was about to pick up the second piece but stopped again.
He wiped his hands, took a photo of the breakfast on the table, and sent it to Yang Zhiheng with a sentence: [How is it? It looks good]
After waiting for a few seconds, Yang Zhiheng came back with a disgusted expression: [What's so good about this? Not just an ordinary breakfast]
[Different] Liang Qihe typed with a smile [Made by Lin Ershao]
The top of the screen paused for a few seconds, and then it showed that the other party was typing. After a while, a message popped up: [Real or False? Will Lin Zhiyu cook for you? 】
[Isn’t it normal for him to cook for me? ] Liang Qihe picked up another piece to eat. When he was about to drink orange juice, he saw a new message: [Okay, then why are you showing off this? Don't you bother him anymore? 】
Liang Qihe rolled his eyes and directly sent a voice message this time: "What am I showing off for? I just want to show you the breakfast made by Lin Zhiyu."
This time Yang Zhiheng didn't reply. It wasn't until he finished eating that he received a voice message: "I won't tell you anymore, I'm busy here."
Liang Qihe didn't look back. He put all the plates and cups on the table into the sink and rinsed them before going out.
It was already past ten o'clock when he arrived at the company. The receptionist on the first floor immediately informed the general office, and a male secretary came over a few minutes later.
"Mr. Xiao Liang, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I will take you to Mr. Liang's office now."
Dong Xin bowed to Liang Qihe. Liang Qihe rarely came to the company, but because Dong Xin was Liang Weiyao's personal secretary and often visited Liang's house, he recognized him.
Liang Qihe followed Dong Xin to the top floor. Liang Qisheng was having a meeting in the conference room below. Dong Xin took him directly to Liang Weiyao's office.
Liang Weiyao was reading a stack of documents and waited for Dong Xin to go out before looking up at him.
Liang Qihe didn't sit down, he just put his hands in his pants pockets and looked at his father.
Liang Weiyao had a headache when he saw his uncertain look. He didn't want to talk nonsense with him and said straight to the point: "I asked your brother to assign you a position, which is the assistant to the director of the marketing department. Let's see when it is convenient to go to work these daysp, go to the Human Resources Department and report."
Liang is in the medical device business, and the marketing department is mainly responsible for purchasing. Liang Qihe understood what his father meant as soon as he heard it. He really wanted him to come to the company to help, and he learned from the grassroots level.
Liang Qihe's company in Italy also worked at the grassroots level, but it was not an ordinary grassroots level. He is responsible for architectural surveying and mapping. He spends most of his time outdoors, measuring data around various historic buildings.
He studied philosophy and architecture, and Italy is a capital of art. In his eyes, those buildings full of ancient European style are no less than lively beauties. It was a career he loved, so even if he had to be outdoors in the sun and rain, he didn't feel like it was hard.
But it was different when he returned to the Liang family. He had no interest in doing business, not to mention being under his father's nose. He had no freedom at all.
According to his past temper, he would have refused to leave immediately, but looking at the thick stacks of information on his father's desk and thinking about what his brother had said about his father's health getting worse, he couldn't do it and be as tough as before.
Liang Qihe walked to the desk and asked in a consultative tone for the first time: "Dad, I just came back, please let me take a breath."
Originally, Liang Weiyao was prepared to slap the table and scold him when he said no, but he didn't expect that he would actually look at him angrily.
The reprimand that came to his throat was swallowed hard, but Liang Weiyao still didn't give him a good look: "You've rested for a few days and it's not enough?"
Liang Qihe said helplessly: "Before I came back, I didn't know anything about your arrangement with Mom. Now I suddenly have to live with Lin Zhiyu and ask me to go back to the company to work. Dad, please give me some time to think about it. I need to adapt.”
It was rare for him to communicate with Liang Weiyao in this way. He thought that according to Liang Weiyao's temper, he would not nod easily. However, Liang Weiyao only looked at him with dissatisfied eyes and just moved his lips but said nothing.
Liang Qihe's words are not unreasonable. This time, Zhao Man did lie to him in order to get him back. And although his performance after returning was unsatisfactory, he was actually willing to move in with Lin Zhiyu.
This alone surprised Liang Weiyao, let alone the fact that he could still have the patience to talk to him today.
Liang Weiyao didn't know what had changed his son, who had always been self-centered and never willing to listen to him, but this change was enough to make him temporarily relieved. He didn't expect Liang Qihe to join the company right away. No matter how it was now, joining the company was not the most urgent thing. The main thing was Lin Zhiyu's side.
Liang Weiyao was dissatisfied with the Lin family, but he treated Lin Zhiyu as his daughter-in-law differently. After all, Lin Zhiyu was excellent enough in every aspect of his words and deeds, at least much better than Lin Luyan.
Liang Weiyao had not forgotten the first time he met Lin Luyan. If that pampered eldest lady really entered the Liang family's door, he might have had trouble with Liang Qihe.
Liang Weiyao's expression softened a lot. In addition to agreeing to give him time to adapt, he also had to tell him to treat Lin Zhiyu well and make up for all the neglect in the past year. Don't let the Liang family lose such a good daughter-in-law.
These words made Liang Qihe's ears tingle. He responded casually, and then found an excuse to escape. In the afternoon, his mother called him home again for questioning, which was nothing more than how we got along last night, what he said and did, and so on.
Liang Qihe's patience, which he had finally developed, was completely destroyed by his parents' constant bombardment. After leaving, he did not go back to Xiamen Bay, but went directly to Yang Zhiheng's office. After Yang Zhiheng got off work, they went to drink together, changing four places. I drank the fragment directly.
Yang Zhiheng couldn't send him back like this, so he could only take him back to his home. Liang Qihe didn't go home all night. When he woke up the next afternoon, there were a few missed calls on his phone, but they were all from unimportant people, not Lin Zhiyu.
He smelled of alcohol and just wanted to take a shower right away, so he took a taxi back. It was half past three in the afternoon when he got home, and Lin Zhiyu was still not at home. Liang Qihe didn't think too much, entered the bathroom on the second floor and started to take off his clothes.
He always lived alone in Italy. He didn't have the habit of closing the door when taking a shower. After washing, he would just wrap himself in a towel and come out. Therefore, he never expected that Lin Zhiyu, who should still be in school at this time, would suddenly come back.
Lin Zhiyu came back to change clothes. Today is his real birthday, and Fang Haowei has already reserved a table at his favorite Korean restaurant to celebrate for him. And he didn't want to wear this ugly white shirt and black trousers to see Fang Haowei, so he wanted to go home early to change.
When he took off his shoes, he saw Liang Qihe's shoes on the shoe rack and knew that Liang Qihe was back. He frowned and seemed to be taking his clothes out to change again.
He was thinking about what he should wear later. Fang Haowei thinks he looks good in women's clothes, but if he doesn't have to, he can't go out to meet people in women's clothes, so he has to dress more normally.
He stepped onto the last step of the stairs, thinking about wearing the light blue sports suit that Fang Haowei had praised.
After making up his mind, he wanted to go into the room to get it. Suddenly a bell rang. The sound came from Liang Qihe's room. He went over and saw that there was no one in the room, but when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Xiang Qihe. A man came out of the bathroom door opposite.
Liang Qihe stripped naked and was about to turn on the faucet he heard his cell phone ringing and had to come out to answer it.
As a result, he was spotted by Lin Zhiyu.
Lin Zhiyu's slender peach blossom eyes widened suddenly, with an expression as if he had seen something filthy. Although he did not scream, his face suddenly turned red, and he gouged him out angrily and entered the room.
Hearing the loud slamming of the door, Liang Qihe realized what had happened. The cell phone was still ringing, but he had no intention of answering it.
He just stood there, looking at Lin Zhiyu's closed door, and what appeared in front of his eyes was the way Lin Zhiyu looked at him just now.
To be honest, he has lived for twenty-three years and has never been disliked like this.
He lowered his head and glanced at himself. Although he was not as tall as a fitness instructor, he still had chest and abdominal muscles, and that was something that made him look promising...
So Lin Zhiyu has something wrong with his brain, right? You are as thin as a rib, but you still have the nerve to pick on him? !
Lin Zhiyu didn't know what Liang Qihe was complaining about in his heart. He opened the closet and obviously wanted to get the light blue sportswear, but his fingers were tightly clenched on the cupboard door. The dirty picture in his mind could not help but can't get out.
He didn't know if Liang Qihe did it on purpose, but they had such an awkward relationship. Since Liang Qihe had moved in, why couldn't he be more careful? Being half-clothed in a public area, is this a complete disregard for his feelings?
Thinking about the eye-catching thing he had just seen, Lin Zhiyu became very angry. he turned around and went to the bathroom. he turned on the faucet and poured water on his face. It took the heat on her face to go down and the anger in his heart to subside a little.
He packed his clothes angrily and stuffed them into yesterday's sports backpack. During this period, there were messages in the school's WeChat group. He read and replied. More than half an hour had passed when he opened the door again. Liang Qihe had finished taking a shower. After blow-drying my hair, he was looking for something to eat in the kitchen downstairs.
Seeing Lin Zhiyu coming downstairs with a gust of wind, and going to the entrance to put on shoes without stopping, Liang Qihe walked out and said, "Are you going out again? You won't be cooking tonight?"
Lin Zhiyu bent over to put on his shoes and replied angrily: "The food I cook is terrible. If you want to eat, just go home."
"Don't belittle yourself so much. The breakfast you made for me this morning was very good. Besides, isn't this my home?" Liang Qihe said in a matter-of-fact tone. He knew what Lin Zhiyu was angry about, but he was the victim of what happened just now. Lin Zhiyu had seen everything in vain. If someone wanted to be angry, he's the one who should be angry, right?
Lin Zhiyu didn't want to talk to him at all, he just wanted to go out quickly. Liang Qihe looked at the sports backpack behind him that was the same as when he went out yesterday. He couldn't help but think of what happened last night and asked, "Where are you going tonight?"
Lin Zhiyu opened the door for a moment, then turned around unbearably: "Late self-study."
Liang Qihe ignored his impatient expression, pointed at his watch and said, "You have to eat, too. If you don't cook for me, what will I say if mom asks why?"
Lin Zhiyu's last bit of patience finally ran out under Liang Qihe's repeated provocations.
He didn't forget his identity, so he endured his drowsiness and went to the supermarket to buy groceries to prepare breakfast for Liang Qihe. But he is not a cook. Besides, takeout delivery is so convenient now, so why can’t he order what he wants?
Today is his birthday, and this birthday is his real date of birth, not the day on his ID card. It was a day that only his biological mother and Fang Haowei knew about. He really didn't want to force himself to do something he didn't want to do on such a meaningful day.
So he didn't put down his backpack and go into the kitchen, but opened the door directly: "I'm really not free today. If you want to eat, from tomorrow, you can tell me in advance. It takes time to buy groceries and prepare them."
Seeing him leave without looking back, Liang Qihe put down the half-bitten apple, put on his shoes and followed him out quietly.
E/N: stalker husband alert