At that time, she had just adapted to life in Bincheng and was preparing to start a new life in a hopeless marriage. Shen Wangjin also took great care of her and made comprehensive arrangements for her food, clothing, housing and transportation. Although the two did not spend much time together on a daily basis, they

The atmosphere is always great.

But this time, when Shen Wangjin faced her concern, his expression did not soften at all. He only said two words coldly: "It's okay."

Zhuang Yibo couldn't help but be startled, and turned around to look around. The servants in the house all stayed away from him, probably because they were afraid of Shen Wangjin like this.

She only felt surprised, but not angry. She guessed that something had happened to him, so she said: "If brother is not feeling well, stop busying with the company and have a good rest for a few days. I won't disturb him anymore."

"

After saying that, she got up and went upstairs.

She originally planned to practice the piano that day, but because she thought he was uncomfortable and didn't want to disturb him by making noise, she didn't touch the piano all day.

In the next two days, I heard from the servants at home that Shen Wangjin was always at home, but just stayed in the study. He didn't even go downstairs to eat, and he didn't eat much of the food the servants brought him.

She felt that she should always avoid suspicion and not care too much, but after seeing the servant's fear and hesitation, she took the initiative to help her bring the meal upstairs.

When she reached the door of Shen Wangjin's study, she stretched out her hand and knocked on the door, but there was no response.

She knocked harder and harder, but there was still no response.

Do you think this is the reason why the servants are reluctant to come up to deliver meals?

After hesitating for a moment, Zhuang Yibo finally reached out his hand and gently pushed the door open.

As soon as the door opened a little, Zhuang Yibo was choked by the smell of smoke coming from inside and held his breath. When he raised his eyes, he felt that the whole study was filled with smoke, and he didn't know how much the people inside had smoked.

The doors and windows in the room were closed, and even the curtains were drawn tightly. Shen Wangjin was sitting in a chair with his back to her, and there was still smoke floating in front of him.

Zhuang Yibo didn't know where he got the courage. He walked straight in, put the food on the desk, then walked to the window, opened the curtains with a "swish" sound, and then opened the window to let in the sunshine and air outside.

Come in.

Shen Wangjin, who was sitting in the chair, slowly raised his eyes and looked in the direction where she was.

"Brother went home to recuperate because he was feeling unwell. Is smoking so much good for recuperation?" Zhuang Yibo said, catching a glimpse of the two packs of cigarettes on his table, and suddenly stepped forward and pinched the cigarettes.

He held it in his hand and said, "I'll take this cigarette away. Brother, you should feel better if you breathe some fresh air and drink some hot soup."

She didn't dare to say too much, and she didn't dare to look at him too much. She took the two packs of cigarettes and left his study in a hurry.

That night, when she went downstairs for dinner, she suddenly saw Shen Wangjin, who had not been downstairs for two days.

He was sitting on the sofa, his expression had recovered a lot, and he was vaguely the Shen Wangjin she knew again.

Hearing the noise, he raised his eyes to look at her walking down the stairs, suddenly glanced in the direction of the piano, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why haven't you played the piano for two days?"

"Brother is at home, I'm afraid of disturbing your rest." Zhuang Yibo replied.

After hearing this, Shen Wangjin only said: "Don't bother me."
Chapter completed!