Chapter 233: ：Healing sweet daily routine (7)

The translated content is
Cover my eyes and I can still see you.
Cover my ears, I can still hear you.
Without my feet, I can still walk towards you.
Without lips, I can still call you. ,
Break my arm, I can still use my heart instead of my hands to hug your shadow.
Take my heart off, my thoughts are still beating.
Even if my mind and thoughts are brightened, I can still lift everything about you with the blood of my whole body.
...
He rested his chin and watched the beautiful photo of Rong Xue in the photo that was frozen in an instant, looked at the postcard with the English version of the love poem, and then examined the scanned e-mail, and finally noticed it. Handwriting time indicated below.
May 201X, in New York, USA.
These are photos and poems that Rong Xue pasted on postcards a year and a half ago, but what does it mean to scan them and send them to Zuo Hancheng?
Anhao had a bold idea inexplicably. He closed the mail and searched for Zuo Hancheng's mailbox. Seeing that his mailbox contained only simple correspondence with the company's subordinates, of course important letters would not be in this private mailbox. .
However, there were more than a hundred letters in the garbage collection bin of his mailbox.
An Hao blinked and clicked on the trash recycling bin in his mailbox. In an instant, he saw more than one hundred emails from Rong Xue, one every week, and all of them were unread. Zuo Hancheng didn't read any of them. .
Strange, isn't it tiring to delete so many messages one by one?
After reading it carefully, Anhao raised his eyebrows.
It turned out that Rong Xue's email address had already been rejected, but the humanized function of this mailbox dumped all the emails she sent to the recycle bin.
Zuo Hancheng has never seen so many emails, and even rejected Rong Xue’s emails. These more than one hundred letters, one a week, prove that Rong Xue had been trying to contact Zuo Hancheng two years ago. .
As a result, Zuo Hancheng coldly threw them into the rejected column, and didn't read any of the many emails!
How did Rong Xue offend Zuo Hancheng? It turns out that once a man becomes unfeeling, it is so terrible.
Anhao saw that the email she opened just now went straight into the trash recycling bin, and she didn't care about it at all, and she didn't bother to open other unread emails about Rong Xue.
Although she was quite curious, she could only see Rong Xue's persistence over the past two years and her determination to re-enter Zuo Hancheng's life in a trickle after reading one.
Therefore, there is no need to look again.
I'm afraid that I have long pinholes when I see too much. After all, it is disgusting to always use my beautiful photos as pictures.
...
"Ah! Cover my eyes, I can still see you. Cover my ears, I can still hear you~"
"Ah~Break my arm, I can still use my heart instead of my hands to hug your shadow. Take off my heart, my thoughts are still beating~"
Anhao was very diligent in the afternoon holding a mop to clean, but he kept reading poems in his mouth, accompanied by a grandiose expression on his face.
Zuo Hancheng frowned. She was harassed by the letter in her hand. He couldn't stand it at all. He glanced at her lightly, "What is it?"
Seeing that he hadn’t heard the mystery in the poem, he stopped wiping the floor, clasped his hands on the mop, put his chin on his hands, and looked at him with a smile: "Are you treating these foreigners? Are you interested in poetry?"
Zuo Hancheng frowned again, staring at her with the same look of neuropathy: "Not interested."
"Really not interested?" Anhao grinned.
Zuo Hancheng was obviously unwilling to continue with her idiot topic, lowered his eyes and continued to read the letter in his hand.
"Then what are you interested in?"
"Why? I found out that your husband is good now, and I'm not willing to push it to others anymore. Is this trying to do what I like?" Zuo Hancheng glanced through her and looked at her as if.
He was embarrassed, and he was half right.
But obviously the poems that belonged to the distant place that Rong Xue had sent him over the past two years were completely ignored by him.
Fortunately, if her husband is really interested in things that are so sour that she is about to fall, she will probably be greatly reduced by her endless worship of Zuo Hancheng, such as the Taotao River.
"Yeah, because you are still an injured patient, I can make you happy occasionally. Why not do what you like? Come on, what are you interested in?"
Anhao looked at him excitedly while talking.
Zuo Hancheng looked at the letter without raising his head, his voice was clear and cold: "You."
Settling on the mop, he almost staggered and fell down with the mop.
She hurriedly stabilized the mop, and then raised her eyes to see Zuo Hancheng's calm and relaxed attitude: "I'm going to be serious with you! What are you interested in!"
Why is this girl so noisy this afternoon?
Zuo Hancheng lifted his eyes and glanced at her lightly, and saw that her eyes didn't seem to be fooling around, but they turned out to be a bit serious.
He put down the letter in his hand: "Come here."
Anhao immediately took a step back and looked at him guardedly.
There is no good thing every time he says these two words.
Seeing her backing away, Zuo Hancheng's eyes showed a thought-provoking smile: "Isn't you wanting to know where my interests are? Come here."
"No!" Anhao held the mop.
"Don't make trouble, put the mop down, come and sit down." Zuo Hancheng's voice was soft and deadly.
Seeing that his eyes seemed to be serious, Anhao hesitated for a while before putting the mop aside, and then hesitated for a while before walking to him.
Zuo Hancheng motioned for her to sit down, and she sat directly beside him.
She was about to move a little to the side. The man beside her had already embraced her shoulders, and at the same time, he pressed her into his arms and bowed his head and kissed her hairline: "I have never heard that the most unobtainable Okay? You look like a rabbit and you can’t catch it. I can’t describe you with simple interest."
"What do you use to describe it?" An Hao wondered, but leaned in his arms with enjoyment.
Zuo Hancheng smiled, and when she raised her head to look at him, she bowed her head and stamped a kiss on her slightly opened lips, and slowly said with a dark voice, "It's...desire-hope."
An Hao raised his hand and slapped away the hand he had already unkindly climbed to her chest.
"Shameless!"
Zuo Hancheng had no sense of shameless people at all. He just smiled and still squeezed twice in front of her chest. This purely molesting action made An Hao's whole body retreat: "Down-flow!"
Zuo Hancheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled meaningfully: "This kind of rare and leisurely life can only be quiet, it is really a torture."
After understanding the implicit meaning of his words, Anhao jumped aside from the sofa, picked up the mop again, turned and ran away.