Watching closely, she noticed the BOSS taking all the leftover food out.
"Where are you going?" Gu Ziyou feared he might suddenly leave.
Shen Lingfeng didn’t even turn his head, "To throw away."
She covered her face with both hands, was it because he worried she’d eat leftovers tomorrow?
Imdiately taking the opportunity to report the progress to Xue ngng.
Xue ngng replied, maybe because these were giving off a sll in the room, he couldn’t stand it and went to throw them away.
Gu Ziyou, with tears in her eyes, said it made so much sense.
"But the bigger possibility is he’s concerned about you."
"Compensation is ineffective, the heart is broken."
Seeing the BOSS return, she quickly put her phone down, tucking it under the pillow.
Her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, "Mr. Shen, do you have other plans tonight?"
"If there’s anything, speak." Shen Lingfeng bluntly countered.
"Actually..."
"You can’t go to the rooftop." His tone was cool and firm, sitting on the stool beside her, "If you keep getting sick, I’ll have to fire you."
"..." Gu Ziyou instantly dared not speak.
Looking at him pathetically, this move was truly ruthless.
Shen Lingfeng looked at her gaze and spoke again, "It’s not easy having a subordinate living downstairs, most people can’t afford this rent."
The defensiveness in his tone felt like he was intentionally comforting himself.
Gu Ziyou’s gaze instantly dimd.
Even more piercing than the threat of being fired.
Was it just because it was convenient?
"If I didn’t live downstairs from you, would you have fired already?"
Shen Lingfeng replied slowly, "You didn’t do anything wrong, why would I fire you."
Gu Ziyou wanted to ask more, if she didn’t live downstairs, would she forever be a regular, non-anxious employee?
But as the words reached her lips, she couldn’t bring herself to ask, unsure of the answer she’d get.
She didn’t want to hear it.
"Sleepy? Or uncomfortable?"
Gu Ziyou had already laid down, feeling a little sad and aggrieved, compounded by her illness, her mood fell, making her face look worse.
A desolate appearance, with vacant eyes.
"No, I just..." Her voice sounded pitiful even to herself, so she casually found an excuse, "I kind of miss my mom. Mr. Shen, are your parents with you?"
The ntion of parents changed Shen Lingfeng’s expression.
The sudden chill, even Gu Ziyou beside him could feel it.
After a long pause, he calmly said two words, "They’re not."
"Then, about them..." Gu Ziyou looked at his expression, reluctant to ask, but suddenly felt this mont was familiar, "I won’t ask."
Long ago, she had t a boy unhappy at ho.
It had been a long ti, his face in her mory blurred.
Yet she felt she could still clearly see his expression when she accidentally ntioned his parents.
"Nothing. My mother passed away, my father, isn’t in the sa place as . He’s abroad, doing well." Shen Lingfeng answered softly, looking at Gu Ziyou, it was as if her gaze had pierced him.
Just like years ago, when she looked at him like that.
Perhaps it was her way of offering comfort, but such pity brought him a sense of distance.
He suddenly stood up, "Rest early."
"Mr. Shen..."
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