Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

The rain was so heavy that it hurt to hit the body, but Filip seemed to feel nothing, he hurried back and forth to bring in all the forty pots of roses in that corner. His whole body was dripping as he stood fixed in front of Starry.

Filip took a look at the roses that he had "rescued", "They're all back."

Araria City is already rainy in spring, and this year's rainfall is even heavier than last year.

Today such a heavy rain is not the first time, those roses have long been less delicate, otherwise they would not be able to grow wildly until now.

Starry had pruned yesterday, and the forty or so roses looked even thinner after they were brought in.

The open petals were almost knocked off, but the unopened flower bones are very tough, even if the leaves are knocked off, they are still "standing" on the branches, waiting for the storm to pass, and then bloom.

Hearing Filip's words, Starry looked over to the side of the wall where roses were piled up.

Forty-six pots of roses were neatly placed there, each with only one branch left to hold it up, looking bare without the slightest hint of beauty.

But Starry knows that they are "saved", as long as the rain stops, and then give them a little time, they will be able to grow back to green and vibrant branches, blooming bright red petals.

She looked at it for a long time, until a gust of wind blew over and blew up the cold, Starry sneezed, and she gradually found some sense of reality.

Starry touched his arm and inclined his head to look at Filip, "Thanks. Go take a shower, it's not good if you catch a cold."

Filip nodded a little and looked at her but didn't move, "What about you?"

"I'm going to take a shower, too."

She also felt cold, only it didn't seem so cold.

Filip responded, his dark eyes looking straight at her, "Then go up."

Starry answered very softly and turned around and went upstairs.

She walked not too fast or too slow, her feet dragging up the stairs, the rain on her pants leaving a drop of rain on each flight of steps.

Filip followed her, his bathrobe all watery, all the way up, rainwater dripping from everywhere he walked.

The two went back to their respective rooms, outside the wind and rain hissed, the rain has not yet to stop the meaning.

After spending more than ten minutes downstairs, it was already a bit dark at this time of the day.

Starry soaked in the hot water, the mood has recovered a lot.

After the last medication, she is in a much better state, Doctor Atkins also said that the medication is only an auxiliary treatment, she has to come out completely, in the end, she still relies on herself. Taking medication isn't good for your health, and Starry doesn't want to make it that bad for herself.

She just didn't expect to meet Jackie even when she went snowboarding.

She has, in fact, tried very hard to make herself happy.

It's just that it's not usually hard for her.

The water inside the tub was already a little cold, so Starry got up and walked under the shower to rinse off. The whole thing was warm when she came out of the bathroom, and she was in a much better mood.

Her hair is long and it takes more than half an hour to completely blow dry.

Starry blew to 70% dry and did not continue, sprayed the spray, turned around and left the room.

Filip had already washed up, and there were no more clothes for him to wear in the guest room, he only wore a bath towel, and his upper body was visible.

Starry's face heated up a bit as her naked body suddenly caught her eye. She steadied her eyes and looked up at Filip's face: "Aren't you cold?"

"It's okay."

Cold is not cold, just sitting for a long time some cold.

But Starry didn't have any of his clothes here, and the only bathrobe was no longer usable.

Starry poured two cups of hot water, one for himself to hold and the other to hand to him, "Sorry."

She took a small sip of hot water, went around to the sofa and sat down, looked down at the glass she was holding and thought for a long time before speaking, "I have depression." Starry actually didn't want people to know she was depressed, she always felt she would get better and was convinced she would.

But it's too hard.

This disease is like a strong adhesive wrapped around her body, she tried very hard to tear off can not be torn off.

Emotions can change faster than the weather in Araria City, sometimes under control, sometimes not at all.

Like just now, she had gone back to her room to sleep, but lying in bed, inexplicably thought of those roses downstairs, a very strong desire to go down to see.

Then it went down, like a madman.

She sometimes hates herself like that.

Filip did not expect her to confess that there were no clothes on his upper body, in fact, he was a little cold, but the water Starry handed him was very hot, he held it in only one hand, and that heat source spread throughout his body from the palm of his hand.

No one continues to speak, the living room is so quiet that only the sound of the storm outside, Filip like quiet, but feel a little uncomfortable with such quiet.

He raised his eyebrows for a moment and looked at Starry, who was sitting on the sofa to one side.

He had not yet considered how he should speak to her earlier remark.

Should I tell her that I already knew, or should I ask her what's going on.

Starry didn't intend for Filip to respond either, she would tell him just to let him know why she was like that.

"Did you see a doctor?"

A deep, thick male voice came from one side, and Starry raised his head, "Read it."

She had some difficulty in speaking, and her eyes were not so open when she first looked at Filip.

I thought Filip would say something, but he didn't. He just took a sip of water and spoke again, on a truly unrelated topic, "Can you teach me how to make dessert?" Starry was rarely a bit stunned, "You-"

"Frances has a craving you know, and Aunt Martha says the outside snacks are too sweet and bad for her health, and not as good as the ones you make."

He said, after a pause, "So I thought that learning from you would be the best solution."

Starry got it: "Dim sum is not hard to make."

Although she had used the expression that he had less company for old Mrs. Pearson when she had driven Filip away, she also knew that Filip had nothing to say to old Mrs. Pearson.

"I haven't done it, it's not up to you if it's hard to do, it's up to me."

Starry rarely heard him say these words, she couldn't help but hook her lips and smile a little: "Today is also too late, the day you are free, tell me in advance, I soak the beans, you come over on the line." Filip raised an eyebrow, "Thanks in advance, then."

The two have a rare peace of mind, and Starry finds that Filip is actually not that difficult to get along with.

At a quarter after six, it was completely dark and the doorbell downstairs happened to ring.

The horror movie was at its climax when the sudden ringing of the doorbell startled Starry for a moment.

Filip, on the contrary, did not look different, "It's Austin, I'll go down."

Starry stroked his chest, "Do you want to, like, put on my jacket?"

It's pretty cold outside too.

"No, it's not cold."

With that, he got up and headed downstairs.

Starry glanced at the horrific images on the TV in front of him, and finally pressed pause.