Lu Yunzheng's phone call lasted a little long, and he went to the doctor's office halfway, and when he returned to the ward, he met the nurse who came to pull out the needle for Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao bit his lip and stared at the back of his hand motionlessly, frowning faintly, looking scared and afraid to make a noise.

Wen Qiao has been afraid of injections since he was a child, Lu Yunzheng has always known it, but it was not pleasing to Wen Qiao at that time, he remembered that once Wen Qiao was waiting for him from school at the entrance of the alley.

That afternoon, he happened to have something to do and left early, and Wen Qiao was stubborn to wait for him, unless he had something wrong with his brain before he ran to tell Wen Qiao.

He came home very early after finishing his work, the sky was dark and gloomy, and Aunt Rong was still muttering that it might rain, and I didn't know if Wen Qiao brought an umbrella.

Lu Yunzheng was originally poking the yogurt, but when he heard that his mother cared so much about Wen Qiao's hand, he paused, lowered his eyelids, and said in an unfriendly tone: She is a person and not a pet, so she won't figure it out by herself if she doesn't bring an umbrella?

Aunt Rong showed a surprised look on her face, and just wanted to teach him a few words, Lu Yunzheng walked upstairs with drooping steps, I went to sleep first when I was sleepy, and I didn't need to call me for dinner.

Aunt Rong glanced out the window, and suddenly a strong wind blew, and she walked to the door with a worried face to look. It's going to rain heavily.

The four seasons in Nancheng are distinct, and the rain is relatively abundant, often raining for three or four days, and occasionally one or two storms, which come and go quickly, not enough to cool down.

Aunt Rong originally planned to let Lu Yunzheng send an umbrella to Wen Qiao, but when she thought of Lu Yunzheng's attitude, even if she was coerced, she would lose the umbrella halfway, and after thinking about that scene, she still forgot it.

The driver at home just went to pick up Lu Yunzheng's father, and he couldn't spare time to pick up Wen Qiao for a while, so Aunt Rong could only pray that the weather would be better and that it would not rain.

Fortunately, the weather was strong, except for the black clouds shrouded and stuffy, it didn't rain.

Aunt Rong glanced at the time, Wen Qiao should also get out of school and return to the kitchen to concentrate on making soup.

A white light flashed in the low black cloud, as if tearing the black curtain in half, half bright and half pitch black. Wen Qiao propped up his hands on his desk and looked out the window in a daze.

The wind whipped the leaves violently, rattling and dusty, and the wind whipped up a black garbage bag and swirled in the air and drifted into the distance.

It's going to rain.

Wen Qiao was worried, she didn't bring an umbrella, and she didn't know if Lu Yunzheng brought an umbrella.

While she was still in her mind, the bell rang for the end of class, and her classmates were talking and shouting, pulling her back to reality.

Wen Qiao stood up, sorted out his schoolbag, and asked with concern at the table: Did you bring an umbrella?

Wincho shook his head, no.

The same table is a very shy boy.,Introverted personality doesn't like to deal with people.,At the beginning, there were several conflicts with Wen Qiao at the same table.,But later,The two gradually got acquainted.。 The people at the table are also very nice.

The tablemate took out an umbrella from his school bag and used it. My family came to pick me up.

Wen Qiao knew the situation of his family, his parents were both public families, and it was estimated that he had just gotten off work at this time, so she pushed the umbrella back and said: No need, it's not raining yet, I should leave quickly, I shouldn't be drenched.

Wen Qiao stuffed his schoolbag indiscriminately, and was dragged by the schoolbag strap at the same table, and heard the other party hesitate for a few seconds and said: I'll send you back.

Wen Qiao didn't have time to refuse, he was pushed out by the same table with his schoolbag, it was raining closely, there were many people who didn't bring umbrellas, everyone was in a hurry, Wen Qiao was touched by classmates who suddenly rushed out and couldn't brush the car, the white sneakers were stepped on black, and the same table would always quickly drag her schoolbag to the side.

At first, Wincho was uncomfortable with this approach, but later she realized that this might be another way to express the concern of her tablemates.

After going downstairs, Wen Qiao wanted to go to the carport to push a bicycle, it was better to ride a bicycle than to walk, but the table dragged him again, put the umbrella into Wen Qiao's arms, and turned to the carport to pick up the car.

He was tall and long-legged. Standing in the carport to bend over, he untied a black bicycle and pushed it out, the schoolbag hung diagonally on his shoulder, he put the schoolbag on his back, stopped and said to Wen Qiao: I will send you.

Wen Qiao knew that he was very stubborn, and he had to insist on what he said, so he straddled the car and looked back at Wen Qiao, who was motionless: Come up.

Wen Qiao hesitated for a few seconds, put the umbrella in his school bag, and then climbed into the back seat, not knowing where to put his hands, so he could only tug on the cushion.

The table mate didn't say anything, stepped on the pedal, and rode outside the school.

The appearance was uneven, Wen Qiao was turned upside down several times, the same table rolled up his cuffs, revealing an arm, and the school uniform was blown out of a large bag by the wind, against the two of them.

Wen Qiao poked the bulging school uniform with his hand, and was afraid that he would be thrown out, so he had to give up this idea.

Unexpectedly, the bicycle suddenly bustled, Wen Qiao was so frightened that he jumped forward, hit the back of the same table, and subconsciously grabbed the fabric on his waist with both hands, as if hugging the same table affectionately from behind.

Wen Qiao hurriedly retreated, blushing and quickly apologized: Yes...... I'm sorry.

The corners of the mouth of the same table were slightly raised in a place that Wen Qiao couldn't see, but his tone was calm as usual, it didn't matter, I didn't see the road well.

Oh. Wen Qiao sat up straight in a daze, put his hands back in their original positions, and stared intently at the road ahead.

The corners of the tablemate's mouth fell when Wen Qiao withdrew his hand, you sit dangerously like that, you can drag our school uniform.

Wincho asked: Is that okay?

Wen Qiao really felt that it was too dangerous to hold the cushion with her hands, there was a feeling of being in the air, and the speed of the car was the same, she was afraid and didn't dare to say it directly.

OK. Reply at the same table.

Wen Qiao stretched out his fingers, twisted the fabric of his school uniform, and gently held it in his hand, trying to keep his distance.

When he arrived at the mouth of the alley, Wen Qiao didn't see Lu Yunzheng, and a trace of loss flashed in his heart. She dragged her tablemate, and you can just leave me here.

The table mates glanced ahead, didn't they arrive yet?

Wen Qiao insisted on getting out of the car, and he had to stop, put one foot on the pedal, and one foot on the ground, to let Wen Qiao get out of the car.

Thank you. Tomorrow you will have a soft drink. Wincho smiled and waved his hand.

The tablemate put his hand on the car faucet, and smiled gently, okay, the old rule, peach sparkling water.

Wen Qiao smiled and nodded, and suddenly felt a crackling drop of water fall down, smashing a wet ball on the ground.

Finished. Wen Qiao exclaimed: It's raining, you can go quickly.

The rain, which had been brewing all day, was so fierce that it didn't give the boy a chance to escape at all, so the two were trapped in the clouds.

Wen Qiao took out an umbrella from his schoolbag, propped it up and wrapped it on the heads of the two of them, the umbrella was not too big, and the table moved out a little, and the rain quickly wet half of his arm.

Wen Qiao lowered his head to find paper in his bag, and was pulled by his tablemate, and the umbrella tilted a little towards her: It's okay, just go home and change it.

Wen Qiao stopped his movements and said apologetically: I'm sorry to let you follow the rain.

The same table didn't say anything, his eyes looked at the mouth of the alley and he didn't know what he was thinking, and after a while, he suddenly spoke: You just wanted to go down here, is there something wrong?

Wen Qiao definitely didn't dare to tell him that he was here waiting for Lu Yunzheng to go home together, besides, it was raining so hard, he should have been trapped outside.

Wen Qiao thought so, but he was anxious in his heart, and he wanted to break through the rain curtain to deliver an umbrella to Lu Yunzheng.

She said absentmindedly: Ah, it's okay, I was going to go to the stationery store to buy a book.

The table nodded and didn't ask any questions, and after a while, the rain finally lightened, and the pouring rain turned into a dripping drizzle.

Wen Qiao noticed that half of his body at the same table was wet, and a dividing line oozed from the light-colored school uniform, so he hurriedly touched it.

The table mate grabbed her wrist and stopped her from moving.

At this moment, a footstep came from far and near.

Wen Qiao looked back, his pupils shrank, thinking that he was hallucinating, and blinked his eyes and looked over again, Lu Yunzheng had already walked up to them.

He held a black umbrella in one hand and tucked the other hand in his trouser pocket, glancing lazily at him.

His gaze swept lightly over his two hands, and he teased in a shuffling manner: My mother is still worried that you don't have an umbrella, so I said that she was worrying.

Wen Qiao's throat choked, and just wanted to explain, only then did he notice that Lu Yunzheng's clothes were dry and tidy, but he would wear home clothes at home, Wen Qiao wanted to ask him when he would come back, but was stopped by Lu Yunzheng's eyes.

The same table looked at Lu Yunzheng, and said politely: Senior Lu, I also live near here.

Lu Yunzheng said: Yes, didn't she tell you?

The same table looked at Wen Qiao, with an inexplicable expression, what to say?

Lu Yunzheng snorted lightly, stopped talking, and walked out with his long legs.

Wen Qiao suddenly stopped him, it was still raining. Where are you going?

Lu Yunzheng walked forward without looking back, and the same table originally wanted to ask Wen Qiao if he knew his senior, but when he turned his head and saw Wen Qiao's lost and injured expression, he swallowed all his words.

Wen Qiao handed the umbrella to his tablemate and pushed him, you go back quickly.

Standing motionless at the same table, very worried about Wen Qiao, but afraid that his presence would embarrass her, she left the umbrella to Wen Qiao after careful consideration, walked to the bicycle by herself, tugged on her sleeve and wiped the cushion, and stepped on the bicycle with one foot. Keep your feet on the ground.

Go back and don't catch a cold. The table mates propped their hands on the front of the car and smiled at Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao hummed, and after stuffing the umbrella to him, she turned around and ran deep into the alley, the alley was uneven, and there were many small puddles of water, and she stepped on it with a shallow foot, and the dirty water splashed the upper of her shoes.

Although the rain was not heavy, it was still very uncomfortable to fall on the body, and it was cool on the skin, and Wen Qiao lowered his head and stared at the dirty upper. Tears flowed down her face.

Wen Qiao ran for a while, and when she turned around and saw that there was no one in the alley, she stopped and leaned against the wall to wait for Lu Yunzheng.

The clothes were wet, sticky and cold on the body, Wen Qiao took a look, and Lu Yunzheng appeared at the mouth of the alley with an umbrella and a bottle of soy sauce in his hand.

He smiled at the corners of his eyebrows, had soft facial lines, his eyes drooped lazily, and his eyelashes blocked the flow.

He walked in and saw Wen Qiao leaning against the alley in the rain, his face was scattered and his expression did not change, and the only frown was still when Wen Qiao opened his mouth to talk to him.

Wen Qiao asked: Brother Yun Zheng, did you go home early today?

Lu Yunzheng glanced at her, and his eyes seemed to be smiling as if he was looking at a fool.

Does my mother know that you are in early love? Lu Yunzheng simply just wanted to change the topic.

Wen Qiao's face was red and white for a while, in Lu Yunzheng's opinion, I don't know if she is shy or afraid, in short, she finally has a white face and eagerly explains: No, Brother Yun Zheng, I didn't bring an umbrella, I sent me back by the same table.

Lu Yunzheng listened casually, and he didn't care about their relationship, it would be better if he fell in love early, so that Wen Qiao would not be pestering him.

The rain, which had been quiet for a while, became heavier again, and it made a muffled sound on the surface of the umbrella.

Well, he dropped a word and walked briskly towards the exchange.

Wen Qiao followed behind him and called out pitifully, Brother Yun Zheng. I've been waiting for you at the mouth of the alley.

I don't need you to wait for me. Don't wait for me in the future. Lu Yunzheng stopped, the small half of the umbrella was covered by Wen Qiao, and the rain poured down, drenching half of Wen Qiao's shoulder.

It was drenched like a chicken in soup, and it was soaked all over, and the cuffs could wring out water, which was extremely embarrassing.

Lu Yunzheng shook his umbrella. Leave it at the door, change into slippers and walk towards the kitchen.

Aunt Rong heard the movement and came out to see, and saw Wen Qiao who was soaked at a glance, she hurried over and asked nervously: Why is it like this? Hurry up and wash up, I'll boil some ginger soup.

Wincho nodded, and ran upstairs with a huddle, she was almost frozen to death and shivering.

Lu Yunzheng handed the soy sauce to Aunt Rong, turned around coolly with his hands in his pockets, and Aunt Rong caught a glimpse of Lu Yunzheng's shoulders were also half wet, and asked curiously: Why are you also wet?

Lu Yunzheng chuckled. I don't know.

The rain was so dirty, I went upstairs first.

That night, the Lu family's old house was brightly lit, because Wen Qiao had a fever, which frightened Aunt Rong and Lu's father, and after the family was busy, Wen Qiao was feverish, and when he was groggy, he called Brother Yun Zheng.

Later, the family doctor came, saying that she had a high fever accompanied by lung inflammation and needed infusion treatment, Wen Qiao woke up, crying and crying not to have an infusion, hiding in Aunt Rong's arms and playing tricks, getting into the quilt and not coming out, all kinds of methods were used, people were tired of tossing, and they didn't cooperate.

Aunt Rong was distressed, and in the end she couldn't do anything, so she brought Lu Yunzheng over to coax her to give her an infusion.

Lu Yunzheng was most annoyed that Wen Qiao moved out of her parents, and when she was dragged to her room, she didn't have a good face, and her face was darker, darker than the dark clouds on the day of the rainstorm.

He stared at Wen Qiao coldly, did he plan to use the bitter meat trick if he didn't infuse the infusion?

Wincho was in a hurry. His eyes were red, and when he heard Lu Yunzheng's words, his pupils trembled, and he looked up at him: I'm not.

Lu Yunzheng threw her a cold expression, no, just take a good infusion. Stop tossing my mom and dad.

Wen Qiao opened her mouth, her throat was dry and itchy, and even when she opened her mouth, it was accompanied by pain, he pointed to her nose and said that it was embarrassing and uncomfortable, her eyelids were heavy, her eyes were swollen and painful, and her consciousness kept falling. I can't hold it anymore.

Lu Yunzheng knew that she was shaken, and moved her mouth, my parents didn't sleep all night, if you have a good conscience, you will continue to toss.

Wen Qiao's strong eyelids drooped, blocking the emotions in her eyes, and it took a long time for her to say with a sickly hoarseness: I lose.

Since then, Danfan has been sick and asked for an infusion, and Wen Qiao has never resisted again. Obediently waiting for the nurse to prick the needle, if Lu Yunzheng hadn't seen how ruthless she was at the beginning, he would definitely be deceived by her. The infusion lasted for three days, and the blood vessels on the back of her hand were thin and difficult to find, and it was easy to leak needles, and after three days, there was a large black patch on the back of her hand.

After pulling out the needle, the nurse gave a group of alcohol cotton wool and asked Wen Qiao to press the needle button, not to rub it and not to let go. Lu Yunzheng took the cotton and pressed it, does it hurt?

Wen Qiao shook his head, his health has not been good all these years, infusion is a common thing, and he has practiced it, and he doesn't know why he was so squeamish back then, so he tossed Aunt Rong and Lu's father for a whole night in order not to infuse.

To this day, Lu Yunzheng feels a little self-blame and guilt in his heart, all because he forced Wen Qiao to grow and change.

Wincho smiled. Leaned next to him, resting his head on his shoulders and finding a comfortable position, the whole family was around me at that time, what are you doing.

Lu Yunzheng choked up.

Wen Qiao snorted, you actually murdered me. It's a fierce kind, you forgot?

Lu Yunzheng turned his face and kissed her forehead, not daring to forget. If he could count Wen Qiao as his daughter-in-law, he would have to hold it in the palm of his hand to say anything.

Lu Yunzheng sent Wen Qiao back to the hotel, not daring to leave her alone, and asked Li Zhun to send He Xingyu to accompany her.

Wen Qiao was lying on the bed, Lu Yunzheng fed her medicine, tucked the quilt and said: Wife. I'm out on some errands.

Wen Qiao sat up sensitively, wrapped around his neck, his legs rubbing against his waist, saying nothing to let him go.

Lu Yunzheng was rubbed out of a small flame, looked at Wen Qiao with deep eyes, held her face and kissed her, good, I will go to see Fan Li.

Wen Qiao's body temperature was very high and wrapped very tightly, and soon Lu Yunzheng was forced to sweat, he dragged her waist, hugged her on his body, stroked her back, and comforted him silently.

Wen Qiao buried his head in his shoulder socket, showing unprecedented clinginess, like an insecure little animal, finally finding a place of warmth, unwilling to let go.

Lu Yunzheng's phone rang and rang, and he didn't care, patiently and meticulously soothing Wen Qiao's emotions.

After a while, Wen Qiao said: Your phone keeps vibrating.

Lu Yunzheng patted her on the back, I know. Never mind.

Wen Qiao leaned back on her shoulders, she knew that as long as she opened her mouth to keep him, he would definitely let go of everything to accompany herself, she asked in a low voice: Can you accompany me?

Lu Yunzheng was stunned for a few seconds, and Wen Qiao took the initiative to raise his head and kiss his lips.

In the warm air, her bodies clinging to each other, she could feel Lu Yunzheng's kisses becoming more and more intense and out of control, one hand around her waist, and the other hand clenched the back of her neck, so that she didn't even have room to retreat.

Wen Qiao blushed, panting, and eagerly tore Lu Yunzheng's clothes, and the next second Lu Yunzheng held his hand down, Wen Qiao suddenly stopped and looked at him directly, his eyes full of grievances.

Lu Yunzheng's heart moved, he lowered his head and pecked her eyes, explaining: Uncle Wei found out that Fan Li locked you in the lounge. I had to go see him.

Wen Qiao's eyes twitched, and he asked unevenly: Is it really him?

Lu Yunzheng printed another kiss, restrained himself from breathing and said: Yes. Be good, Xingyu will come over to accompany you in a while, don't be afraid, I'll be back soon.

Wincho hooked his sleeve.

He looked at Wincho in surprise and delight.

Wen Qiao pushed him over, sat on his waist, bowed his head to his ear, and his breath rubbed against his neck, husband.

Lu Yunzheng felt his nerves curl up. With excitement in his eyes, he asked, "You call again."

Wen Qiao propped himself up and was about to turn over, but Lu Yunzheng pressed him back into place, forcing him to say: Good boy, call again.

Wincho did not cooperate.

Lu Yunzheng went out refreshed, Wen Qiao nestled in the quilt, couldn't lift his fingers, and simply slept with his head tilted.

He Xingyu finished his homework, watched TV for a while, saw Wen Qiao wake up, and took a cup of warm water and sent it over.

The doorbell rang, Wen Qiao and He Xingyu looked at the door tacitly, He Xingyu said: Brother-in-law is back?

Wen Qiao probably didn't think so quickly. Wen Qiao was scared, and He Xingyu didn't dare to open the door, so he leaned to the door and deliberately pinched his throat, pretending to be a man's voice and asked: Who?

The people outside were stunned, and He Xingyu saw from the cat's eyes that it was a beautiful sister with short hair.

He seems to have seen it in Wincho's circle of friends.

He Xingyu opened the door, and the short-haired sister looked at He Xingyu with a wretched expression, and her eyes swept back and forth on him, Wen Qiao lives here, right?

He Xingyu is young, although he is thin, but he has grown his body in the past few months, and with Li Zhun's strong supplements in all aspects, he has grown a lot taller, and he is full of youthful youth.

He Xingyu nodded. Ning Xi's eyes glanced behind him, and he muttered in a low voice: It's really awesome.