The host is irritable every day

Chapter 115 Xiao Qingmei is a little difficult to deal with (57)

"If you don't pay attention to protection now, what will you do if you get scars in the future?"

Qi Wan pursed her lips, lowered her head, and murmured in a low voice, "But it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Hearing this, Tang Junchen pinched her wrist, the anger between his brows was still growing, "Qi Wan, is this the main problem? You..."

Under his eyes, seeing the wronged and pitiful little appearance, Tang Junchen, who was so angry, couldn't bear it immediately. He sighed, leaned over, and kissed the girl's eyelids lovingly, "Can you listen to me?"

Qi Wan looked at him with a mist in his eyes.

Tang Junchen touched her head tenderly, "Huh?"

The voice was hoarse with concern.

"…it is good."

...

After eating, Tang Junchen washed the dishes in the kitchen, while Qi Wan walked around the house leisurely.

She has never been to the study.

The door was closed tightly. I have been here so many times before, and I have never been curious about other people's study, so Qi Wan decided to go in and have a look.

Open the door, very dark.

The curtains inside were drawn down, tightly blocking the view from the window.

When he touched the light switch, the lights on the ceiling suddenly brightened and filled the whole study.

The study room is not too big, but it is very tidy. There is a bookcase on the left hand side of the entrance. The third or fourth floors above the bookcase are for books, and the first or second floors below are for some medical simulation equipment.

Facing the bookcase is a set of desks and chairs. There are only a laptop and a pen holder on the table, which is quite empty.

Qi Wan opened the bookcase and looked at the books on the third floor. They were all about medical research.

Most of them are related to the research projects of their own departments, and a small part is a simple understanding of other departments.

When she was about to close the cabinet door, she inadvertently raised her face, and saw an obvious box on the fourth floor where the books were placed.

Blue, with a little pattern, looks like an iron box.

It seems to be the shell she gave as a birthday present...

Curious whether the contents inside were still the fountain pen she gave to Tang Junchen back then, Qi Wan lifted her foot and stretched her hand to take it.

The bookcase on the fourth floor was really high, and she could barely reach the edge of that floor with all her strength.

Biting the corner of her lip, Qi Wan supported the door of the cabinet with one hand, and jumped up with the help of it. Finally, she reached the box, but because of her staggering feet, she lost her grip and fell to the ground.

With a very crisp sound, the box tilted open, and the contents inside fell out.

This peeping must not be very good. Before Tang Junchen noticed, Qi Wan hurriedly picked it up, but when she looked down at those things, she was stunned.

In addition to the pen she gave to Tang Junchen back then, there is also an old square notebook and a small stack of photos.

Those photos are not selfies, group photos, or landscape pictures, but her.

Comparing hearts at the elementary school graduation ceremony, smiling casually standing on the track at the junior high school sports meeting, the side face with the short sleeves rolled up to the shoulders in the high school women's basketball game, with the eyebrows and eyes tied in the hands slightly...

There are quite a few photos that represent bits and pieces, vivid and nostalgic, but because of inadvertently, she has never had an impression.

Qi Wan picked up all the things scattered on the ground, held them in her hands and arms, and turned one of the photos over.

There are words, and there are words written by Tang Junchen on the back of each photo.

The font was beautifully engraved, and the written words looked very moving, but Qi Wan's expression froze for a while.

"Rare and cute" "Five years, five months and five days of crushing on you" "You look good with your hair tied up, confident and proud" "There are very few boys in the liberal arts class, but as long as you are there, it will be easy." Okay" "Qi Wan, I really want to say something to you, 'The gift you gave is very good, I like it very much'"...

Too many words with the same feelings as her crush over the years...

Qi Wan's searching gaze was in a daze for a moment, and the fingertips holding the photo couldn't help trembling.

Among the photos about her front face and side face, one is particularly prominent, which is the back view of Tang Junchen sending her to the airport as she drifts away.

"You still have to go..."

You can understand his mood by reading the words on the back, very lost and humble.

In recollection, Qi Wan didn't feel too well that day. If Tang Junchen could have kept her, she might not have gone abroad.

Arriving here, Qi Wan pressed the eye sockets that were a little moist, and opened the book again, like a diary, the first page began with, "××year×month×number, a girl rescued me today" until the page number It's over, everything is about her...

Qi Wan's mind suddenly kept flooding with bits and pieces of memory. Tang Junchen hurt her, not only saying that she was rambunctious like a boy all day long, but also that she bluffed like a frizzy lion. Except for the duplicity of worry from time to time, he never showed it to her. any liking...

Now she understands that all the indifferent worries of people, the care that is due to her, and the inadvertent approach... are all protective colors to cover up his liking for her.

It turned out that the person Tang Junchen had always liked was her.

Qi Wan's heart was stabbed inexplicably, and then it seemed to be filled up crazily by something, the sweetness after the sadness.

Her eyes were moist, the end of her eyes were flushed, crystal clear teardrops slowly slid down her cheeks, one drop just happened to fall on the photo, and stuck to the word "secret love" written by Tang Junchen...

Soon, her sobbing voice reached Tang Junchen's ears.

Tang Junchen had just finished washing the dishes, and now he was cleaning the kitchen and cleaning the stove, when he heard the sound of someone sniffling from a distance.

He frowned slightly, quickly put down the work in hand, and left with the sound.

The study door, which had been closed all the time, opened. Tang Junchen supported the door frame, and saw Qi Wan's tears streaming down his face and red eyes as soon as he entered.

I didn't pay attention to what she was holding, but I felt distressed when I saw tears in her eyes.

Tang Junchen walked over, bent slightly, gently wiped away the tears from the bottom of the girl's eyes with his fingertips, and said softly, "Why are you crying?"

Qi Wan sniffed her nose, and her little face shook a few times, trying hard to hold back her tears, but found that she couldn't help it, and the more she cried, the more she cried.

"Qi Wan..."

Seeing that the person didn't answer, and was crying more and more with a sullen face, Tang Junchen panicked all of a sudden, held her face in his hands, and kept wiping the teardrops gushing from her eyes with his fingertips a little clumsily.

"Qi Wan, don't cry, did I make you unhappy, I..."

"Bastard!" Qi Wan pushed away his hand, turned away angrily, her voice was a little unsteady, and she was sobbing, interrupting his comfort.

Tang Junchen's brows were deep and puzzled, "Qi Wan..."

Qi Wan wiped away two handfuls of tears with the back of her hand, held up those photos, her eyes were flushed, "Why didn't you tell me if you liked me?"

After finally noticing the thing in her hand, Tang Junchen's eyes flashed the panic of being knocked out of the secret for a moment, and he rolled his throat: "You know?"

Hearing such a rhetorical question, Qi Wan's nose was reddish, and tears were still in the corners of her eyes, and she suddenly became angry, "Do you know what?! Tang Junchen, if I didn't see this today, are you planning to Don't tell me forever?"

"No, I'm going to find a suitable time to tell you..."

(End of this chapter)