Chapter 1 Why are you here?
S city.
After finishing an event, Song Jinhe declined the organizer's dinner invitation and went back to the hotel directly.
She had been standing in high heels all afternoon today, and now her calves felt really uncomfortable.
Song Jinhe frowned and pinched his calf with his hands, but the dull pain never dissipated, which made Song Jinhe feel a little unhappy.
"A hot compress may provide some relief." Assistant Zhang Ting handed over the hot compress bag she had always prepared.
"Thank you." Song Jinhe said in a low tone. He took the hot compress bag from Zhang Ting and placed it directly on his aching calf.
"What do you want to eat? I'll have someone bring it to you." Zhang Ting asked.
Seeing that Song Jinhe was not feeling well, she felt bad in her heart, but Song Jinhe's calf was the sequelae of an injury in a car accident.
It hurts to stand for long periods of time and no one can help.
I can only say something else to divert my attention at the moment.
Song Jinhe lowered his eyes and said, "I won't eat. I will rest after cleaning up. Sister Ting, please go back and rest too."
She was too tired to eat and was not in the mood to eat.
Zhang Ting frowned slightly, "It's definitely not possible without eating. I know you have no appetite, so drink some soup."
Zhang Ting made the decision directly without asking Song Jinhe for his opinion.
Song Jinhe didn't say anything else, but the pain in his calf that didn't go away made Song Jinhe even more uncomfortable.
The hotel quickly delivered their orders.
After Zhang Ting had something to eat with Song Jinhe, she saw that Song Jinhe was really in a bad mood, so she could only let her rest early.
When Zhang Ting left Song Jinhe's guest room, Song Jinhe, who looked gentle and gentle just now and seemed like he couldn't even speak loudly, threw the hot compress bag aside angrily.
It has no effect at all!
Song Jinhe stood up and walked towards the bathroom unnaturally.
When the hot water poured down from the top of his head, Song Jinhe sighed heavily, and his back, which had always been straight, slumped under all this.
She just stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water wash over her.
After a long, long time, Song Jinhe made a move.
After coming out of the shower, Song Jinhe wiped his hair with a towel while walking. When someone suddenly protected him from behind, Song Jinhe screamed in horror, "Ah!"
Song Jinhe's heartbeat was beating violently, and his whole body was struggling wildly and forcefully.
"Suisui, it's me." The man didn't expect her reaction to be so big, so he spoke quickly.
When Song Jinhe heard the familiar voice and the special nickname, he stopped and took a clear look at the man behind him.
It's Chen Yucong!
"You scared me to death!" Song Jinhe looked like he was surviving the disaster, and sighed heavily, almost losing his balance.
Chen Yucong said very apologetically: "I'm sorry."
He half hugged Song Jinhe, looked at Song Jinhe who had not yet recovered from the panic, and kissed her on the forehead.
Song Jinhe also gradually regained her composure. She looked at the man in front of her and asked with some confusion, "Why did you come here suddenly?" "It's very close to Hong Kong City." Chen Yucong said.
The port city was indeed very close to S City, but Chen Yucong didn't tell Song Jinhe that even though the distance was very close, he didn't have time in the first place.
It was he who received a message from Zhang Ting, saying that Song Jinhe was in a bad mood tonight because of pain in his calf.
So even though he didn't have time, he still took the time to come.
"Why did you stand for so long this afternoon? Didn't I tell you not to stand for a long time?" Chen Yucong's tone was filled with reproach and distress.
Song Jinhe didn't speak. She knew she couldn't stand for a long time, but she insisted on being stubborn, which resulted in the unbearable pain in her legs.
But she was holding her breath at that time, just to see what she could do if she stood for so long.
Facts have told Song Jinhe that there is nothing he can do, it will just make him feel uncomfortable.
Song Jinhe lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Chen Yucong heard what happened from Zhang Ting and knew that Song Jinhe had been willful that afternoon, so he originally wanted to scold her.
But now that she was silent, she couldn't say those reproachful words, especially since the two of them hadn't seen each other for a month. Would they quarrel as soon as they met?
"Blow your hair first." Chen Yucong said, immediately picked up Song Jinhe, found a chair and sat down, and then went to get a hair dryer.
Song Jinhe just sat there obediently. There was no mirror in front of her, she couldn't see Chen Yu Cong behind her, and Chen Yu Cong couldn't see Song Jinhe.
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After Song Jinhe's hair was dried, Chen Yucong carried Song Jinhe to the sofa and sat down, holding a small bottle in his hand without even a label on it.
"What is this?" Song Jinhe asked.
Chen Yucong had already put Song Jinhe's legs on his knees and said while opening the bottle: "I asked someone to get the medicinal oil from an old Chinese doctor."
Knowing that it would definitely relieve the pain, Song Jinhe said in a low tone: "It's useless."
Chen Yucong glanced sideways at Song Jinhe and quickly looked away, "There's nothing to lose if you try."
It was obviously Song Jinhe's legs, but several people close to Song Jinhe were more concerned about her legs than Song Jinhe.
Song Jinhe didn't know what to say, so she could only let Chen Yucong help her rub the medicinal oil.
After rubbing it for about ten minutes, Chen Yucong stopped and asked, "Do you feel better?"
Song Jinhe looked at Chen Yucong's expression, and when he spoke again, he said softly, "Much better."
Chen Yucong didn't know if it was really better or if Song Jinhe was lying to himself, but he had done everything he could.
After twisting and placing the medicinal oil in his hand, Chen Yucong leaned over and kissed Song Jinhe, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm going to take a shower first."
The air was filled with the smell of medicinal oil, but Song Jinhe felt a little ambiguous. Her whole body was a little hot and her cheeks were a little red. She nodded slightly, "Yeah."
Chen Yucong chuckled lightly, with a hint of meaning in it, then stood up and walked to the bathroom.
When Chen Yucong went to the bathroom, Song Jinhe got off the sofa. I don't know whether the medicinal oil was really effective or whether it was her illusion. Song Jinhe really felt that the pain in his calf was not that bad.
Song Jinhe lay on the bed and started scrolling through his phone, and soon came across the news about Chen Yucong coming to S city late at night to meet his girlfriend.
Song Jinhe didn't even click in to take a look. After all, her relationship with Chen Yucong had already been officially announced.
Even though she is a female celebrity now and her status has a certain degree of specialness, meeting her boyfriend is a normal thing.
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