PDLP Chapter 150 Accident
Chapter 150 Accident
The early morning sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains. This is a rare good weather since the beginning of autumn, with such nice sunshine so early in the morning.
When Zhuang Xiao woke up, he felt wrapped in a warm body temperature. His hands were bent in front of him and were also held by a pair of big hands.
Zhuang Xiao looked at the time, it was already half past eight. After yawning lazily, he turned over his palm and scratched Tu Yan's.
The latter curled his fingers, wrapped her hand, and snorted softly in his throat, "Honey, stop making trouble..."
Zhuang Xiao snorted heavily, turned over in his arms, leaned against his chest, and said contemptuously: "I told you to go to bed early, go to bed early, but you didn't listen!"
"Yeah." Even in his sleep, Tu Yan still answered every question.
In view of Tu Yan's excellent performance yesterday, Zhuang Xiao gave him the red suspender skirt play. The direct result was that the latter was excited for most of the night and worked hard for half the night until he was almost kicked off the bed by Zhuang Xiao, and then he reluctantly stopped.
As the one who contributed, Tu Yan paid the price for it - staying in bed.
Of course, helping Zhuang Xiao, who was not in high spirits, to take a bath afterwards probably also consumed a lot of energy.
Last night, Zhuang Xiao looked at his energetic appearance and thought to herself for a while that it was fortunate that he had no flashback memory. If he had known that she filed for divorce at the critical moment in bed, he would probably have been traumatized and would no longer be as strong as he used to be.
"Bad guy!" Zhuang Xiao continued to curse.
"Yes." Tu Yan continued to respond vaguely.
"I'll punish you by making dinner for me today." Zhuang Xiao made a tentative request.
"Hmm." Tu Yan's mind was a complete mess.
"You are not allowed to do that this week." Zhuang Xiao took the opportunity to say.
"No." This time he spoke clearly and fluently.
"Pretending to sleep." Zhuang Xiao pushed his chest, not letting him hug her. "Liar."
Tu Yan's body remained motionless. He opened his eyes, his vision clear. "How can I dare to sleep when my wife is talking?"
Zhuang Xiao couldn't help laughing.
The two spent a plain and warm morning. Before leaving, Tu Yan told Aunt Wang, "I'll make dinner tonight. Help me prepare some crayfish, some plain noodles, and some sour plum soup."
Aunt Wang agreed readily.
Zhuang Xiao held his forehead with his hand when he heard this. His arrangement would cause more trouble to Aunt Wang than if she had done it herself.
Tu Yan did not miss Zhuang Xiao's expression. He turned around and looked at him puzzledly, "What's wrong?"
In order not to dampen Tu Yan's enthusiasm, Zhuang Xiao kissed him on the face in front of the aunts without any burden for the first time, "Come back early in the evening."
Tu Yan's attention was indeed diverted, and he agreed tenderly, then walked out of the yard, looking back every few steps.
After sending the clingy guy away, Zhuang Xiao finally had time to do his own thing. He entered the studio, looked at the paintings that had been taken back from the exhibition, and sighed.
Since the name "Zhuang Xiao" has changed its meaning due to the public opinion on the 23rd, and the audience's focus has completely shifted from the paintings to the gossip about her and Tu Yan, let's just not use it.
Zhuang Xiao took out his mobile phone, quickly switched to a backup phone, and registered a new account.
Secure your new canvas and indulge in new ideas.
On this day, she seemed to have rediscovered the purity of creation, creating simply out of love and expression.
This wonderful feeling made her not even notice the passage of time.
Of course, Tu Yan's message of attendance alerted her and prevented her from missing lunch.
However, at dusk, Zhuang Xiao sat in the living room early, flipping through the TV program list while looking at the clock in the corner.
As the clock struck six to seven, there was still no movement at the door.
Zhuang Xiao was puzzled. Tu Yan almost never worked overtime, and he had promised to cook dinner for her. Why hadn't he come back yet?
Zhuang Xiao dialed Tu Yan's number and listened to the ringing sound on the other end of the phone for a long time, and finally it turned into a cold female voice, "The number you dialed is currently unanswered, please call back later..."
Zhuang Xiao had no choice but to hang up and call the driver who was following Tu Yan, "Uncle Zhang, is Tu Tu on the way?"
The driver on the other end of the phone didn't seem to react, and after a while he asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Zhuang Xiao." Although Zhuang Xiao was surprised that Uncle Zhang didn't recognize her voice and didn't keep her number, she didn't have time to investigate further.
"Ms. Zhuang..." The driver took a while to react before saying, "Mrs. Tu, are you asking about Mr. Tu?"
"?" Zhuang Xiao couldn't help but frown. What happened to Uncle Zhang today?
"Yes, why hasn't Tu Yan gone home yet? Is he off work?" Zhuang Xiao asked again.
"Mr. Tu seemed to have something to do today, so he left work early. He also said that tomorrow was Saturday, so he didn't need me to take him home, so he drove back by himself." The driver explained: "He probably...left work at four o'clock."
When Zhuang Xiao heard this answer, he felt a little confused for no reason and replied hastily, "I know, thank you."
After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Xiao called Assistant Liu and Tu Yan in turn. The former, like the driver Uncle Zhang, was extremely slow to react. It took him a while to figure out that the caller was Zhuang Xiao. Not only did he speak vaguely, he seemed to be trying to hide something.
Zhuang Xiao felt something was obviously wrong, but couldn't tell what was wrong for a while. After hearing Assistant Liu's words, "Mrs. Tu, please wait a moment. I'll ask Mr. Tu," he simply hung up the phone.
Zhuang Xiao continued to call Tu Yan, one call after another, the cold and standard female voice rang in his ears over and over again.
During this time, Aunt Wang came forward and asked, "Madam, it's getting late, why don't you have dinner first?"
Zhuang Xiao shook her head. Now a bunch of questions popped up in her mind. How could she have an appetite?
Aunt Wang didn't try to persuade her any further and just said "eh" softly.
Zhuang Xiao remembered something and called Aunt Wang, "Put the packed crayfish in the refrigerator first, it would be a pity if they go bad."
Aunt Wang was startled when she heard this and asked softly, "Do you want to eat crayfish? I'll go buy some now..."
Zhuang Xiao turned his head sharply and stared at Aunt Wang, "What did you say?"
Aunt Wang seemed uncomfortable being stared at by her. She took a cautious half step back, looking nervous, "Don't you want to eat crayfish?"
"Don't you have any at home?" Zhuang Xiao frowned. Didn't Tu Yan tell her in the morning to make crayfish for her in the evening? Aunt Wang also confirmed with her how big she wanted it before she left in the morning. It was impossible that she didn't buy any.
Aunt Wang was a little uncertain when asked, "Let me see..."
Then a voice sounded from the kitchen, "Madam, you have a good memory, it really is there, do you want to eat now?"
At the same time, Aunt Wang and the others were talking in low voices, "When did you buy it?"
"It looks like it was bought fresh this morning."
"Morning? Why don't I have any recollection of this?"
"This has been cleaned. Who cleaned it?"
……
Listening to Aunt Wang's voice, Zhuang Xiao felt a growing ominous premonition in his heart. Thinking back to the strange reactions of driver Uncle Zhang and Assistant Liu on the phone just now, it was obvious that there was something wrong with their memory of themselves.
It must be number 23’s fault!
Zhuang Xiao is very sure about this.
But these are not important. Zhuang Xiao had a premonition that No. 23 would gradually reach out to the people around him. The question is, why can't he get in touch with Tu Yan?
At this moment, a female voice came from the phone in her hand that was dialing mechanically.
Zhuang Xiao didn't even have time to identify who was on the other end of the phone. He only felt a loud bang in his head. It took a long time before he heard his own dry voice, "What car accident..."