Chapter 3 - Fried Dough with Soy Milk and Xiao Long Bao

From the day of breaking up, Jiang Kezhou consciously distanced himself from Ye Zheng. Due to his character, he is not good at refusing to take the initiative to be strong, but he is close to strict with himself. He didn't want to be an entangled and annoying ex after breaking up. Since he chose to make a clean break, he should avoid suspicion, even if the fever seemed to make Ye Zheng temporarily forget the fact that lay between them.

　　With a little effort, he broke away Ye Zheng's hand.

　　"It's getting late, go to bed. If you feel uncomfortable at night, call me next door."

　　Ye Zheng probably didn't expect that he would refuse, opened his eyes and stared at him, frowning because of discomfort, for some reason he appeared a little coquettish. He's unhappy.

　　In the people's impression, Jiang Kezhou seemed to have a good temper that was naturally submissive, even if Ye Zheng was overwhelmed by the fire, he could endure it without saying a word. He fulfilled his duty of "selling oneself" with due diligence, and Ye Zheng wanted to give him an award.

　　Although this rejection was euphemistic and unobvious, it subtly pierced Ye Zheng's nerves. It was like a bright warning line, indicating that he had given up the initiative first.

　　He turned his back to Jiang Kezhou, coughed sullenly, and said with an urn sound: "Go to sleep."

　　Jiang Kezhou moved his lips, feeling a bit unbearable, and stretched out the hand that wanted to tuck the quilt hesitantly. After a while, it did not fall. He sighed silently in the darkness, got up and left the room.

　　There was a lot of things happening tonight, too much information, exhaustion and alcohol failed to save his fragile sleep, Jiang Kezhou tossed over and over on the bed, and finally became a little sleepy in the middle of the night, dimly drowsy, suddenly he was awakened by the sound of coughing in the next door.

　　He waited for three minutes with his eyes open, then got up and went to the living room to pour the medicine.

　　Half of Ye Zheng's face was stuffed in the quilt, his coughing was suppressed very low, and the shaking of his shoulders could be seen through the dim light in the night. Ye Zheng said that he was too lazy to get home, so he didn't even know when he got up and pour a glass of water. If he fell asleep and didn't hear it, this man might have survived the whole night in silence.

　　"Get up and drink some water," Jiang Kezhou pulled Ye Zheng out of the quilt, and put his palm on his forehead to test the temperature, "Take some medicine. Where else is it uncomfortable?"

　　Probably because of sleepiness, he lost the indifference that he had deliberately avoided before. The tone and action are subconsciously like a partner who has lived together for many years, and no longer resists physical contact. Ye Zheng leaned on the bedside sickly, and swallowed the pills with his hand. Although he was ill, watching Jiang Kezhou turned his head to cover his mouth and yawned, he felt that he couldn't press it in his heart. If you say that people are cheap, you don't cherish it when you put it in front of you, but you feel good after you leave it behind.

　　"Is it bothering you?"

　　"It's okay." Jiang Kezhou blinked, and his eyelashes cast a gentle shadow under his eyes. Ye Zheng's heart moved with a tired expression, and he grabbed his wrist again when he got up to go to the living room and forced him to pulling back to his side: "Don't toss around, just sleep here."

　　Jiang Kezhou did not sleep well, and the causes of insomnia were strange. He recognized the bed as one of them. But a normal person would not toss and turn in another bedroom of his house, but he can't. Ye Zheng reserved half of the place for him. Jiang Kezhou weighed the balance between "Go back to his room" and "Get a good night's sleep and go to work tomorrow." The desire to sleep immediately prevailed overwhelmingly.

　　He didn't struggle any more, went around to the other side and climbed onto the bed, dividing half of the quilt from Ye Zheng.

　　Ye Zheng didn't want to give him the illness. Fortunately, the bed was big enough. They kept a wide distance between them. They said goodnight to each other and went to sleep.

　　It was Ye Zheng who woke up early the next morning. Jiang Kezhou didn’t rest a few days ago. Last night, he had a half-night sleep, and finally fell asleep. He was curled up in the quilt and slept well. Ye Zheng didn't get up holding the quilt, feeling as if it was the first time that he looked at his face so seriously.

　　Jiang Kezhou's looks and temperament are gentle and pure, and to put it bluntly, he is the posture of a middle age man, and there is no earth-shattering beauty. Ye Zheng's career in the entertainment industry has seen more glamorous skins, and he has his own set of immune system. But at this moment, he faced Jiang Kezhou's undefended sleepy appearance, but suddenly had a certain inexplicable feeling of nostalgia.

　　For three years, from the hotel to the apartment, they spent the night together, either Ye Zheng had something to leave early, or Jiang Kezhou got up early. Early morning was often the time to go away. The so-called dew marriage is nothing more than that.

　　Ye Zheng looked at the morning light shining through the gaps in the curtains, shook his head, and said that he was 80% convulsive, and what was so sour here in the morning.

　　He heard the door knock gently when he was shaving in the bathroom. Jiang Kezhou was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants. His face was already tender and his hair was still a little shaggy, like a teenager who hadn't awakened: "I just came back from a business trip and there is no food at home. What do you want for breakfast? I’ll buy it.”

　　Ye Zheng cleaned the foam on his face, and said without looking up: “Meat porridge, fried eggs, coffee, I want to eat your own food. Any food.”

　　Jiang Kezhou sighed.

　　Ye Zheng didn't have any problems during the relationship, and his personality was barely passable. The biggest problem was that he was forced. In the early morning, whoever has the heart to cook porridge for him must prepared fried egg and meat porridge with flowering rice, moderate grains, and no onion, ginger and garlic. The omelette can't be too well done and too tender. The coffee must be freshly brewed. Only the last sentence "the casual food" was the answer to Jiang Kezhou's question, but it didn't sound casual.

　　Jiang Kezhou put his hand in his pocket: "Fried dough with soy milk and xiaolongbao, you like to eat or not, I have nothing else."

　　Ye Zheng squinted at him from the mirror: "Then you are still here to talk nonsense to me, hurry up."

　　Jiang Kezhou slammed the door and walked away.

　　After washing, Ye Zheng called the driver: "Come to Zichen to pick me up in a while. I'm driving. You should go back to the villa first and bring me a formal suit."

　　The driver put down his phone, remembering that he just helped him move a few days ago. Mr. Ye had moved from Zichen, why did he suddenly go back again?

　　When Jiang Kezhou came back from buying breakfast, he met the driver Liu Zhun walking into the lobby. The two met at the door. Jiang Kezhou greeted him and said politely: "Have you eaten? Would you like some breakfast?"

　　"No, thank you, Mr. Jiang, I have eaten before I came." Liu Zhun handed the bag in his hand to Jiang Kezhou, "This is President Ye's clothes, please take it with you."

　　Jiang Kezhou took the paper bag: "Come up and sit down?"

　　The driver waved his hand and said not to bother, thinking how he would dare to go to the boss's lover's house and "sit down", especially when the two of them did everything they did last night. That's not good.

　　Ye Zheng sat neatly at the dinner table and watched the news. At the beginning of the fourth quarter, several films and TV series produced by Xihua Entertainment are in the promotion period, and there are still several cooperation projects to be discussed. Although Ye Zheng was a little looser in his private life, he didn't dare to slacken his attention to business matters. He still deserves the words "love his job and work hard."

　　Jiang Kezhou was a step behind Ye Zheng, and Ye Zheng happened to finish his breakfast when he finished washing and tidying up. Jiang Kezhou's heart was eager, and he thought that this ancestor was finally about to move. Ye Zheng raised his eyelid and glanced at him, and said slowly: "Hurry up, let Xiao Liu drop you to work in a while."

　　Jiang Kezhou twitched his eyebrows: "I'm not in a hurry, you go first."

　　Ye Zheng didn't take his faint protest to heart at all, and glanced at his watch: "Twenty minutes."

　　Ye Zheng didn't send Jiang Kezhou to work personally, but Xiao Liu took the driving. After a long times, he still remember the way. It was the morning rush hour, and they were stuck in a long traffic stream. There were only female voices on the radio broadcasting the weather and road conditions. Xiao Liu looked straight ahead, not even daring to diverge to the right, pretending that he was just a cloud of air. On the other hand, Jiang Kezhou in the back row looked at the left window intently, as if the unmovable traffic outside the window was such a rare sight.

　　The three of them maintained a stiff to solidified atmosphere until they arrived at the company basecamp. Jiang Kezhou picked up the computer bag and got off the car. He remembered something halfway, and said with a stiff mouth: "Don't forget to take medicine. If you have a fever again, you should go to the hospital."

　　Ye Zheng didn't seem to expect that he would say that, and he choked. He paused for a few seconds before nodding: "Well, I see."

　　"Then I'll go upstairs first," Jiang Kezhou smiled politely at him, preparing to close the car door, "Thank you for sending me over, see you later." Ye Zheng sat in the car. The glass all rose up, until Jiang Kezhou walked into the building, his back was hidden by the crowd, and then Xiao Liu turned around and went to the company.

　　He answered a phone call on the way, and the other party yelled him to go to the party at night, and by the way, he had a relationship with several directors and producers. Ye Zheng held the phone and asked lazily: "Oh, you just woke up after hearing this? I'm thinking about the next one?"

　　The other party laughed indifferently, and it sounded like the whole person was still confused. Ye Zheng was too lazy to argue with the drunk, so he had to say: "Okay, I know, go there when you have time. You should also drink less, and if you continue to do this, sooner or later you will get alcohol liver."

　 In this morning, the hangover soup was over there, and it tastes good and he sleeps well. Now he was ready to go to work refreshed, and he can see the quality of life at a glance. Ye Zheng felt satisfied in the comparison and at the same time remembered Jiang Kezhou again. He held his forehead in silence for a moment, and suddenly said to Xiao Liu: "Stop in front of the pharmacy and go buy me some cold medicine."

　　Xiao Liu listened and led the way.

　　On the way to the company, Ye Zheng pinched a few flat pill boxes and thought: "Is it really my mistake?"