When she saw Wen Zhouyuan at close range, Feng Feng was still a little dazed. She looked at him intently and found that his eyes were black and blue, there were bloodshot eyes, and his complexion was not very good.
Feng Feng asked: "Are you okay if you haven't rested? You look so bad."
Wen Zhouyuan's hand tightened on the luggage handle, but his face showed a consistent smile, "Maybe it's been too long since I haven't been back to China, and I can't get over the jet lag."
Feng Feng said "Yeah", "Where are you staying? I'll take you back to the hotel."
Wen Zhouyuan reported the address of the hotel. It was a hotel Feng Feng knew well, and it was located in the city center.
When the two came to the parking lot, Wen Zhouyuan said habitually, "Give me the key and I will drive."
"Let me drive, you have a good rest." Feng Feng opened the passenger door for Wen Zhouyuan.
Wen Zhouyuan looked at Feng Feng's calm appearance and suddenly laughed. After several years apart, he could still feel the changes in her. Although she had always had a calm temper, she was much more mature now than before. Seeing him
From now on, I no longer have the same unsettling feeling I had back then.
In fact, Wen Zhouyuan could no longer judge her inner thoughts from her expression.
Back then, he could easily understand her thoughts when she showed an expression. She was almost a blank slate in front of him.
On the way back to the hotel, Wen Zhouyuan and Feng Feng chatted all the way, asking her how her work had been in the past few years. Feng Feng answered her, but did not ask about Wen Zhouyuan's situation there.
The car stopped at the hotel, and Feng Feng and Wen Zhouyuan went up to check in together. It was already half past five. Wen Zhouyuan glanced at his watch and asked, "Would you like to have dinner together tonight?"
He was probably too tired, and his voice sounded weak.
Feng Feng looked at his situation and said, "Just eat in the hotel. After eating, you can go to bed early."
Wen Zhouyuan smiled and said, "Okay."
There was no one in the restaurant of the five-star hotel. Feng Feng habitually found a seat by the window and sat down. Wen Zhouyuan handed her the menu and asked her to order.
Feng Feng did not refuse and ordered a few dishes according to their tastes. When she and the waiter reported the names of the dishes, Wen Zhouyuan had a little smile in his eyes.
Feng Feng did not forget his taste, and the dishes he ordered were all based on his preferences.
After the waiter left, Wen Zhouyuan poured lemonade for Feng Feng, "I didn't expect you to remember what I like to eat."
"I remember." Feng Feng said, "I have a good memory."
Wen Zhouyuan: "It's true that not many people have the ability to have a photographic memory."
Feng Feng picked up the water cup and drank water, but didn't answer.
Wen Zhou stared at her for a long time, "Why don't you ask me how I have been these past years?"
"Nothing to ask," Feng Feng put down his cup, "How could you be so bad at it?"
Although she had not taken the initiative to follow them, it was difficult for her not to look at the photos and gossip in the alumni group.
His career went smoothly, his family was happy, and even though he was divorced, he never had any unpleasantness with his ex-wife. He has always been the envy of others.
Wen Zhouyuan smiled and said nothing, probably because the topic was awkward and he turned to talk to her about other things.
Feng Feng did not deliberately avoid anything, and continued what he said calmly, just like chatting with an ordinary friend.
Wen Zhouyuan said that he wanted to buy a house in Nanjiang and asked Feng Feng if he knew of a suitable location.
Feng Feng asked, "Where is your company located?"
Wen Zhouyuan: "I don't have a company."
Feng Feng frowned, "What?"
Wen Zhouyuan could see that she didn't really believe it, so he repeated, "I mean, I didn't look for a job when I came back this time."
Feng Feng's usually calm face showed a rare expression of surprise. Wen Zhouyuan was a workaholic and he never did anything he was not prepared for. She always felt that Wen Zhouyuan must have found a job before returning to China.
"You said it naked?" Feng Feng asked.
Wen Zhouyuan smiled and said, "Yeah."
Feng Feng: "Not like you."
Wen Zhouyuan: "Then what does it look like to me?"
Feng Feng recalled it and concluded: "Be loyal to your work and work day and night."
Wen Zhouyuan is the best person Feng Feng has ever seen who can stay up late. In fact, basically everyone in their profession is good at staying up late, but Wen Zhouyuan can stay up better than anyone she has ever seen.
There was an acquisition case before and the time was so tight that he only slept one or two hours a day for a week.
Even so, his mind was very clear and he still fought a good fight.
At that time, Feng Feng felt that Wen Zhouyuan was born to be in finance.
After hearing Feng Feng's summary, Wen Zhouyuan's smile froze, "Well, that's a pretty good description."
"Maybe it's because I haven't rested in the past few years. Now I'm a little tired and want to take a good rest and enjoy life." Wen Zhouyuan said.
Feng Feng nodded, "That's right, you are not short of money anymore and can rest."
Wen Zhouyuan: "So it doesn't matter where the house is, as long as the community environment is better."
Feng Feng: "Okay, I'll keep an eye on it for you and let you know if something is appropriate."
Wen Zhouyuan: "Well, I will stay in the hotel during this period."
The meal lasted for almost two hours, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious, at least not as awkward as Feng Feng imagined.
She originally thought that since the two of them hadn't seen each other for so many years, there would be a lot of unnatural things when they met.
However, Wen Zhouyuan has a high emotional intelligence, and he would either not mention or skip some uncomfortable topics, so the two of them quickly regained the feeling they had back then.
When he came out of the restaurant, Wen Zhouyuan suddenly stopped and covered his stomach with a painful expression. His face was livid, his lips were pale, and his forehead was instantly covered with sweat.
Feng Feng was still talking to him, but his sudden behavior shocked people.
"What's wrong with you?" Feng Feng held his arm, "Does your stomach hurt?"
"Maybe." Wen Zhouyuan said, "It doesn't matter. I'll just go back to the room and take some medicine. You can go back first."
Wen Zhouyuan's voice was weak when he spoke, and it didn't sound like he said everything was fine.
Feng Feng: "Let me send you up."
"No need." Wen Zhouyuan refused.
But because of the pain, he had almost no strength. Finally, Feng Feng forcefully dragged him into the elevator and sent him upstairs.
After entering the room, Feng Feng helped Wen Zhouyuan to the sofa, then went to find his luggage, "Where is the medicine, I will give it to you."
"I seem to have forgotten to bring it," Wen Zhouyuan said.
"There is a pharmacy downstairs, let me go and buy it." Feng Feng said, "Just wait for me, it will be soon."
After she finished speaking, she walked away on high heels.
As soon as the door closed, Wen Zhouyuan supported the sofa and dragged his heavy body towards the bathroom.
He squatted in front of the toilet, unable to restrain himself, and coughed violently. The blood spurted from his mouth dyed the water in the toilet black and red.
Wen Zhouyuan's stomach has always been bad. Feng Feng often bought him medicine in the past, and it almost became a muscle memory. When she came to the pharmacy downstairs, she skillfully named the medicine, and after paying the bill, she took the medicine upstairs.
Walk.
When he returned to the room, he found that Wen Zhou was far away from the sofa and the bathroom door was tightly closed.
Feng Feng walked up and knocked on the door, "Are you in?"
"Well, come out right away." Wen Zhouyuan's voice was hoarse.