Rose Manor

Chapter 29 Cookies
When Zhu Yilan was in a trance, he suddenly heard the man in the back seat say in a low voice, "Stop."

Next to it was a large supermarket, before ten o'clock, the lights were bright, and there were very few people in and out.

It was inconvenient to park at the entrance, so Qu Mo drove forward for a short distance, looking for a suitable parking spot.The car finally stopped under a camphor tree ten meters ahead.

Zhu Yilan sat upright: "Mr. Chen, do you want to buy something?"

Fu Jichen was so tired that he was too lazy to open his mouth. He pulled up his clothes and got out of the car, striding towards the supermarket that he just passed.

Zhu Yilan's reaction was slow for a second, and when he came back to his senses, he quickly pushed on his seat belt and chased him out. He was still able to walk like flying in the stiletto high heels.

"Mr. Chen, I'll buy for you what you need." Zhu Yilan was running too fast, panting slightly.

Fu Jichen's steps didn't stop and tended to go faster and faster: "I'll go by myself."

Does he mean that she doesn't need to follow?Zhu Yilan was heartbroken.Even such a trivial matter, it was hard for her not to care.

Since when, she couldn't control her heart anymore.

Watching the man enter the supermarket, Zhu Yilan retreated back to the car the same way, looked up at the starless and moonless night sky, took a deep breath, the chest was heavy and hard to relieve.

"Hey, Qu Mo, where did that Shen Jianian come from?" Zhu Yilan asked the man squatting on the side of the road smoking, "Who is she?"

Qu Mo is Mr. Chen's personal driver, and he follows him every day. No one knows better than him when Shen Jianian appeared.

The person being asked looked indifferent and expressionless, raised his eyelids and glanced at her, threw down half of the cigarette, stomped it out with his foot, and dismissed her words as deaf ears.

Zhu Yilan felt displeased when he was ignored: "Qu Mo, didn't you hear me talking to you?"

Qu Mo picked up the extinguished cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can nearby. His expression was poor and his voice was dull: "You are confused and dare to inquire about the boss's private affairs."

He doesn't care what Zhu Yilan wants to do, but he's not that unruly, he won't say a word that shouldn't be said.

Zhu Yilan was devastated, and his face was a little ugly.However, after being reminded by Qu Mo, she also realized that her emotions were a little out of control, so that she forgot her identity and seemed indifferent.

After blowing the cool night breeze for a while, the gloomy mood eased a little. Zhu Yilan turned his head and saw Fu Jichen coming out with a white shopping bag in his hand.

Zhu Yilan subconsciously stood up straight, and when someone walked up to him, she couldn't help but aim at the plastic bag.The translucent bag contained... condoms, and a box of cookies.

Is she right?
He went to the supermarket in person just to buy these two things?
It's Shen Jianian again, right?The cookies he bought are for Shen Jianian to eat, and the family planning supplies he bought are for Shen Jianian to use together, right?
Zhu Yilan deeply felt the feeling of heartache to numbness, as if someone stabbed her heart with a blunt knife, and she lost consciousness after the pain.

It's a pity that the man didn't know her thoughts at all. He walked past her like a gust of wind, without giving her a look, and bent over and got into the car.

Zhu Yilan walked to the passenger seat. Because she was restless, the toe of her shoe hit the car body when she got into the car. The pain almost made her burst into tears, and she could not recover for a long time.

*
Rose Manor arrived, and after the car stopped, Fu Jichen went down with a shopping bag. His figure was slender and straight under the street lights, with a superior head-to-body ratio, as if drawn by the most outstanding painter in the world with a scale.

Zhu Yilan stared at the man through the car window, determined to fight for herself once, even if the consequences were irreversible, she was willing to bear it.

"Have you moved to Huajingyuan?" Qu Mo turned the car around and drove out of the gate and asked.

Zhu Yilan returned to his senses and glanced at him, then hummed: "It's troublesome."

Qu Mo didn't answer. It was too late to take a taxi. It was natural to take her back and it was not a trouble.

The Rose Manor behind is isolated by the shadows of trees, like a peach garden far away from the world.

On the way up the elevator, Fu Jichen took off his suit jacket and hung it on his forearm, untied his tie, reached into the pocket of his trousers to find the cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, bit it between his lips, and took out the lighter.

The third floor arrived in the blink of an eye. Before he could light it up, he got out of the elevator with a cigarette in his mouth.

No one came up at night, and the long corridor was so quiet that a needle could be heard, only the creaking sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor, stopping outside Shen Jianian's door.

Fu Jichen glanced at his watch, it was past ten o'clock, and he wondered if the people inside had fallen asleep.

He didn't knock on the door, but unlocked it and went in. The room was pitch black, and the only source of light came from the street lamp outside the window, which was blocked by a thin layer of gauze, and the light coming in was as pale as the moonlight covered by clouds and mist.

In such a dim environment, Fu Jichen still saw the person lying on the bed.

She was sleeping on her side with her back facing him, her shoulders under the quilt were pitifully thin.

Fu Jichen was afraid of disturbing her rest, so he didn't stay in the room for too long. He gently placed a box of cookies on the bedside table, trying not to make any noise, then turned around and left, closing the door.

He remembered that she had eaten this cookie during the day when she was taking medicine, and there was only one piece left in it.

The sound of footsteps disappeared outside the door. Shen Jianian on the bed opened her eyes, turned over and faced the outside, her eyes adapted to the darkness, and saw clearly an extra iron box on the bedside table.

Originally there was one, but now there are two, exactly the same.

*
The next day, the weather turned cloudy after a few days of good weather, and the temperature dropped, as if jumping from summer to winter overnight.

In such weather, I don't know how many times I have to repeat the horizontal jump before I can really enter the winter.

Shen Jianian's body was still weak, and she woke up naturally after falling asleep. She didn't plan to go to the company. Anyway, Fu Jichen's real purpose was not to make her an assistant to the president.

After resting in the room for a long time, someone knocked on the door: "Miss Shen, can I come in?"

A young female voice, probably a servant at home.Shen Jianian leaned on the lounge chair by the window, with a blanket covering his legs, and said in a calm voice with a hint of laziness, "Come in."

The door was pushed open from the outside. Shen Jia Nian looked up and saw a festive face with curved eyebrows. She had seen it before and heard Zhou Rongzhen call her Xiao Ai.

Xiao Ai was followed by several ladies in professional suits and small silk scarves around their necks.

"Miss Shen." Xiao Ai was in high spirits, her voice was clear and excited, "It's cooling down, sir sent someone to send you the latest autumn and winter clothes, as well as matching jewelry and bags! Looks good! Come and see which ones you don’t like, you can exchange them.”

Shen Jianian did not show Xiao Ai's expected happy expression, she froze for a moment, slightly embarrassed: "Miss Shen?"

"Let it go."

Shen Jianian picked up the magazine on the side and flipped through it, completely staying out of it.

Xiao Ai stood there dumbfounded, and the clerks of the luxury brand stores behind her did not dare to move around. Each of them carried several exquisite paper bags in their hands, like a human-shaped shelf.

The air was silent for a moment, Xiao Ai sighed helplessly, and could only decide by herself, leading a few people to the cloakroom, and sorting those things into the cabinet.

The clerks left one after another. Xiao Ai walked hesitantly to Shen Jianian and asked her with concern: "Are you unhappy?"

Shen Jianian was indifferent, not directed at her: "No."

Xiao Ai pursed her lips, she said no, but her expression was clearly unhappy.

Xiao Ai didn't understand, and opened her mouth to ask something, when she suddenly heard familiar footsteps approaching from far to near, she shrank her neck and closed her mouth, turned her head, and it was indeed her husband who came over.

(End of this chapter)