The hospital did not know that Cheng Zheng was already married, so Cheng Zheng had no reason to take a long vacation. Although it was the weekend, he had to run to the hospital when he received the call.
Cheng Zheng originally wanted to send Fang Yan home, but Fang Yan was too tired and did not want to cause trouble. She also did not want to delay Cheng Zheng's schedule, so she prepared to make do on the first floor for the night.
The December night was already so cold that it made one shiver.
Before Cheng Zheng went out, he turned on the heater. "The air conditioner is too dry for a night. I set a time. When the temperature of the heater rises, it will automatically turn off. If you can't sleep, you can leave a message for me. Call me if there's anything. If you can't reach me, call Xiao Song or Sister Liu, they will answer."
Fang Yan rolled her eyes and urged him to leave.
"I'm not a child."
Cheng Zheng smiled. "You don't want to do any work, and you're afraid of fighting with beautiful women over your husband. Of course you're not a child. You're a beautiful vase I invited back to keep at home."
Fang Yan blushed and pretended to kick him.
In the past, she actually felt that Cheng Zheng was easy to talk to. This was really a big scam from the People's Hospital.
After sending off the annoyance, Fang Yan returned to the table. It was the "pre-wedding gift" that the two of them had custom-made last time.
Fang Yan lifted the exquisite velvet lid, and a diamond-studded pendant lay inside.
The style was chosen by Fang Yan. One main diamond was placed at the key point connected to the chain, and the other few small diamonds were embedded in the platinum pendant below, like starlight scattered on the sea level.
It was really beautiful.
Fang Yan gently picked up the pendant and discovered that there seemed to be something engraved on the back.
It was carved by Cheng Zheng. "A blooming moon".
Fang Yan carefully touched it with her finger and could even feel the petals that grew wantonly in the monthly season. It was extremely exquisite. She did not know how Cheng Zheng did it. Was this the talent of holding a scalpel?
Fang Yan's mother, Zhang Rong, liked the Chinese roses the most when she was alive. She said that the Chinese roses were the flowers of hope, which meant that there was someone to stay with.
However, Fang Yan had never known what Zhang Rong was implying. Who was she waiting for? In Fang Yan's opinion, that bastard Fang Ke was not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as a beautiful thing like the Chinese rose.
Then who was she waiting for?
Fang Yan looked at herself in the mirror. Her neck was slender and fair, and the Chinese roses pendant was hanging a little below her collarbone. It was beautiful.
Then what about Cheng Zheng? Would he be someone she could treat?
When Fang Yan woke up on the soft sofa, it was already noon the next day.
There was an unread message on her phone. It was from Cheng Zheng, saying goodnight to Fang Yan.
Fang Yan looked at the time it was sent. It was already after midnight. It seemed that he had been busy for most of the night yesterday.
Fang Yan tidied herself up and decided to give herself half a day off to go to the home market.
Cheng Zheng accepted all of Fang Yan's strange requests. There were only two conditions. He would sign a gift contract and move to the small garden building to live with him.
Of course, there were two rooms on the first floor of the small building. Even if the two floors above had not been decorated, it would not conflict with Fang Yan's second request.
Fang Yan could not refuse.
In that case, she might as well think of a way to live more comfortably.