Long time no see, ex-wife!

Chapter 27

"Water." The man's hoarse voice came.

"Huh?" She looked up at him, and saw that he was looking at her with his eyes slightly open. She didn't know how long she had been awake.

"Oh, okay, wait a minute." She ran to the kitchen in a hurry, poured a glass of warm water, walked two steps, poured the water back into the pool, and picked up a bottle of pure water from the side with a look of reluctance. Water came out of the kitchen.

"Here, here you are." She handed the bottle over, while she sat and looked at him.

The man was stunned for a moment when he saw the bottle, and there was obviously a slight dissatisfaction in his eyes. He threw the bottle aside with one hand, and he fell back on the sofa with his forehead covered, without speaking again.

She leaned back on the chair angrily, and didn't want to talk to him anymore. If it wasn't for the fact that he might be her boss, she wouldn't have worked so hard to please him. Because the quality of drinking water in this area is very poor, the purified water she stored It's very precious, and I usually only use a bottle when I'm cooking. I usually don't want to drink it, but now I give it to him, and he throws it aside like garbage. It's really disgusting.

Thinking of this, she leaned forward and took the bottle to the kitchen, poured a cup of warm water from the thermos bottle, which was slightly yellowish, walked back to the living room, and put it on the coffee table in front of him with a bang.

"Hey, it's still warm, drink it."

The man squinted at the cup, then turned to look at her, paused for a while, and said, "Do you usually drink this?"

"Yeah, it looks a little weird, but it still tastes good, try it?" She secretly curled her lips and smiled.

The man looked at her suspiciously, propped his upper body up on his elbows, held the cup with his slender fingers, took it under his nose, sniffed it, and took another sip.

She has been paying attention to his movements from the corner of her eye. Seeing his cautious appearance, she makes a V-shaped gesture in her heart, but she still looks calm on the surface.

After the man took a sip, he smacked his lips a little, and suddenly put the cup back on the table with a livid face, covered his mouth and rushed to the bathroom with a strange expression.

"Hello? Hello? What's the matter with you. Don't go to the bathroom, there." She was only halfway through her words, when she saw the man walking out with a greener face, leaning on the wall, with a rather strange expression on his face.

She walked behind him pretending to sigh, closed the bathroom door, and said helplessly: "I just moved here yesterday, and the place hasn't been cleaned up yet, so it might be a little messy, but I've already reminded you, who told you It's moving too fast."

The man didn't speak, but his face was very ugly, his body was still shaking a little, and the fingers holding the wall were so hard that they turned white.

She couldn't bear it, so she had to say: "Otherwise, you can bear it a little longer? I'll go in and clean it up now, so you can use it again?"

The man automatically ignored her, walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, lay down for a while, then suddenly touched the sofa and took a look under his eyelids, the next second, the man jumped up from the sofa, dizzy again On the verge of falling down, he had no choice but to hold on to the coffee table to support himself.

She watched the man's movements quietly, and vaguely guessed the man's problem in her heart---cleanliness.

A handsome, rich man, it seems that even if he is a clean freak, it is not a big deal.

It's just that what she couldn't understand was that a man who loved cleanliness so much was half lying on the ground half drunk before, like a desolate vagabond, it was unbelievable.

But she is the owner of the house after all, and she can't let the guest stumble and get hurt all over, so she has to go over to ask his opinion, if he wants to go back, she will stop the car by the side of the road, if he can make it, she will give up the bed Give it to him, sleep on the sofa by yourself, it's okay.

She squatted in front of the man, seeing that the man's face was indeed getting uglier, so she had no choice but to hurry up and ask, "Uh, do you want to go home?"

The man hummed lightly, and she was happily wanting to ask his home address, when suddenly she felt the shadow on her head disappear, followed by a bang, and looking down, the man was lying on the ground without making a sound, maybe he was in a coma. Still fell asleep in the past.

(End of this chapter)