In the meeting room.
Alan sat at the forefront as usual.
With a cold face, frowning brows, two straight long legs overlapped and fingers lightly against his chin. His eyes are not looking at the employee who makes the report but keep tapping the screen of the phone from time to time, as if waiting for a reply.
Suddenly, the screen lit up.
Alan immediately sat up straight and looked intently but it was just a spam text message.
He silently pressed off the phone and without looking up, he said solemnly to the employee who was suddenly stopped because of his actions, "Go on."
He has sent several messages to Jeff in the past few days and none of them got a reply from Jeff.
Of course, he would not blame Jeff for this. In fact, he was already very happy when he was not blacklisted.
Alan was just wondering if the content of the messages he sent was too boring, so Jeff was not interested and didn't pay attention to him.
He want to go home, want to see him.
But it doesn't work.
Alan was a little upset, but the confession that day was still too impulsive.
He couldn't help sighing, and the frozen silence in the conference room was restored.
In the past few days after Alan moved out, Lil Rak asked Jeff with his fingers every day, when Uncle Alan would be back.
Jeff didn't feel much about it and work like usual every day, taking Lil Rak back and forth, although very busy but happy.
However, although Alan was not at home, he did not forget to buy things for Jeff and his son.
After confessing, Alan's love became blatant and he did not hesitate to give things away.
Jefg would have new gifts every day when he comes back home.
The cost of food and clothing, nothing he can't think of, the room is almost full.
As for the messages that Alan sent him, Jeff actually read it. He has no friends except for Pete and Charlie.
Only Alan would send him messages but many times he couldn't understand Alan's messages.
He wants to say something but never reply and briefly read it, then throw it aside.
In the afternoon, Jeff was dozing off in the store, and Charlie ran over in a hurry, "P'Jeff, can you help me send this document to P'Alan?!"
A sealed document bag was handed to Jeff.
Before Jeff had time to answer, he ran out again, "I sent you the address via phone. This is a very important thing. I dare not let others send it casually, but I have something to do now. P'Jeff, please send it for me!"
"Oh, oh, wait for a while!"
Jefg ran out, but he watched as Charlie got onto a car and disappeared.
Jeff had to deliver it anyway. The bag of documents seemed to be very important. After thinking for a moment, he decided to send it to Alan.
It seemed like what Charlie said was it quite important.
Charlie quickly sent the address. It was not far away, he should have arrived in an hour and a half by car.
Only at this point in time, shouldn't Alan be in the company?
A little doubt floated in Jeff's heart, but it quickly disappeared.
His task was to send the documents to Alan anyway, and nothing else had anything to do with him.
Jeff soon arrived at the condominium where Alan was lived.
He searched for the address given by Charlie, rang the doorbell gently and it took a while for someone to open the door.
Alan low and slightly impatient voice accompanied the opening of the door.
"Who?"
As soon as the voice fell, Alan's face immediately showed a hint of joy when he saw the incoming person, "Jeff, why are you here?"
"I helped Li to deliver the documents." Jeff looked at Alan, thought he looked tired and listless, then asked casually, "Are you sick?"
Luo Qin got dizzy this morning and had a sore throat, so he asked for a day off to rest at home.
"It seems I had a cold." Alan stood aside, "Come in."
Jeff shook his head and handed him the document, "I'm just here to send something. I'll go back first."
Alan stopped talking, and finally saw Jeff again after a few days.
Alan only wanted to keep him stay and say a few more words to him, but he was worried that he would find himself annoying so he didn't dare to say anything.
Standing at the door, looking at Jeff's leaving figure, feeling very lonely.
Jeff took two steps, not knowing what he thought of and suddenly turned around, "Have you taken the medicine?"
This is caring about him, Alan loneliness was washed away by his words and he smiled at him, "I have eaten it."
Looking at his smile, Jeff was puzzled. Didn't he just take the medicine? Why he is so happy?
Jeff thought for a while, and said, "I'll cook some porridge for you."
Alan froze slightly, and then couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, "Okay."
The house where Alan lives is quite large but there is coldness everywhere, and can still feel chilly when the heater is turned on.
He opens the refrigerator door, the fruits and vegetables are all available but it seems that Alan hasn't moved it at all, and there are leftovers of instant food packaging in the trash can.
Jeff can guess how Alan spent these days after just a few glances.
Alan followed Jeff step by step. Jeff turned around and found him standing behind him, "Go and rest."
Alan shook his head, "I'll help you."
"I don't need your help in cooking the porridge."
Alan still didn't move, standing by and watching him silently.
Jeff didn't care. He cut some vegetables and prepared to cook them together.
People who have a cold probably have no appetite for anything, and porridge is the best choice.
He didn't feel sorry for Alan, he just felt that Alan, who had just leaned on the door and looked at him eagerly, was a bit pitiful.
After all, he moved out for Jeff's sake. If Alan got sick in Hemmawich's house, Jeff would not care about him.
"Where is the salt?"
Jeff didn't find the salt and asked Alab, but he didn't get a response.
He looked over and found that Alan was looking at him in a daze. Lin Zhixia waved in front of him, "Where is the salt?"
"Ah... oh." Alan came back to his senses, "It should be in the upper cabinet."
After saying that, he walked over and opened the cabinet above Jeff.
He took out the seasoning box, and put it in Jeff's hand.
This action made the two of them very close.
Jeff quickly leaned back against Alan's chest. He indifferently picked up the seasoning box and concentrated on cooking porridge, but Alan's heartbeat was extremely fast and his face was hot.
Jeff is actually quite tall, but he looks much smaller in front of Alan.
Alan's heart was full of hearts, and he could wrap this whole person from behind.
"By the way, don't buy us gifts anymore. We can't use up so much." Jeff used a spoon to gently stir the porridge in the pot, "Don't buy snacks for Lil Rak, he doesn't know what fullness is. He eats as much as he buys. He's been heavier in the past two days."
Alan immediately remember a small dumpling with swollen cheeks in his mind, his brows softened a lot, "I don't know what you want, so I bought everything when I saw it. "
Jeff sighed softly, "We just want a peaceful life."