The illness came like a mountain, and Cheng Jinheng's illness was more than a week.
This is the worst and longest cold he has had since he grew up.
However... he hoped to be sick for a longer time.
Fortunately, Han Zinc didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise he would have to be left to fend for himself.
Han Zinc put the tray on the table. On the tray was a large bowl of steaming hot and fragrant dumplings, which he made with his own hands.
"Let's eat." Han Zinc put a bowl of dumplings in a small bowl and brought it to Cheng Jinheng. There was no expression on his face, and he took care of Cheng Jinheng for a week.
"Thank you." Cheng Jinheng took the bowl with a smile. His mood was completely opposite to Han Zinc's. He only knew now that this feeling of being taken care of, having someone cook and wash clothes was such a blessing.
These days, he really has the illusion that he and Han Zinc are old wives.
However, Han Zinc just wanted to invite this "Bodhisattva" out as soon as possible.
He pushed his glasses and said, "I think your cold is almost fine. You can go back to your place."
When Cheng Jinheng heard this, he suddenly felt that the dumplings in his mouth were not fragrant.
He lost his appetite, put the dumplings back on the table, pursed his lips, and finally whispered, "Okay."
A second before the beautiful mood, at this moment, the dark clouds covered.
He said, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and packed his things in silence.
Han Zinc's eyes fell on the bowl of dumplings on the table, and he looked at the man's lonely back. For a while, he couldn't bear it.
At this time, Cheng Jinheng coughed again.
He didn't do it on purpose. His cold was indeed almost better, but he still had a cough. As long as he took the medicine on time every day, he would get better slowly.
But he felt very uncomfortable now, and he didn't mean to blame Han Zinc. He just suddenly felt that he had been thinking too much all along. Han Zinc had not changed, and his attitude towards him was still the same as before.
And he, in just over a week, unknowingly put his heart into it.
If before, he just had a good impression of Han Zinc, then now, he really likes it.
For more than a week, he seemed to have experienced the taste of home.
He really has the idea of living with him for the rest of his life now, and wants to form a home with him, a home that belongs to them.
However, he thought too much.
Cheng Jinheng coughed for a while and held back the itch in his throat.
He closed his eyes, pressed down the acidity in his heart, and quickly packed his things.
In fact, there is nothing, just two sets of clothes.
Packing up his clothes, Cheng Jinheng said to Han Zinc with his usual expression, "Thank you for taking care of me these days. I'll treat you to dinner another day, and I'll go first."
When the words fell, he lifted his feet and left without waiting for Han Zinc to answer, but his footsteps were far from as easy as he showed.
He didn't know why. He had only lived here for more than a week, but he felt like he had lived here for a long time. He was actually a little reluctant to give up.
When he came out of the living room, his footsteps paused, then smiled at himself, and strode away.
Han Zinc lived in the suburbs, and the house he just bought the year before last. The area of the two-story villa was really small, with two bedrooms and one living room, one bathroom and one kitchen. The balcony was only two meters long, and the total area would not exceed one hundred and thirty square meters.
This kind of house is very suitable for one or two people to live in. The layout is very warm and has a taste of home. From this, it can be seen that Han Zinc is a very attentive and enjoyable person.
Cheng Jinheng thought: This is probably what really attracted Han Zinc to him.
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