Lin Wenxiu's movements were skillful, and in a few clicks, Cheng Qingrong came out, and the latter panted and tried to calm his breathing.

Cheng Qingrong, who felt that his aura had been a little weak recently, was ready to regain the title of his old driver, he leaned over half-supported, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it clean on Lin Wenxiu's palm.

Cheng Qingrong raised his eyes and looked at Lin Wenxiu: "It tastes like it's sweet." ”

Lin Wenxiu said: "The reason why I think it is sweet is because in addition to a large amount of water, there is also a small amount of glucose and other sugars in the liquid. ”

Cheng Qingrong was stunned for a moment: "Why did it taste a little bitter last time?" ”

Lin Wenxiu withdrew his hand, wiped his fingers with a tissue, and then spoke slowly: "Because the taste buds most sensitive to sweetness are at the tip of the tongue, and the taste buds most sensitive to bitterness are at the root of the tongue." ”

Cheng Qingrong: ......

Cheng Qingrong almost couldn't help but applaud, he deserves to be a professor, and he knows so much knowledge.

But why just don't you know the bed. What about knowledge? If only to study the bed early. On the knowledge, two people will not be able to roll early. Sheets?

After washing his hands in the bathroom, Lin Wenxiu wiped off the water stains on his hands with a dry towel on the side, and then opened the bathroom door.

Cheng Qingrong lay back into the quilt, half-squinting, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

Lin Wenxiu sat down on the chair next to him again, took the book that was placed aside, and flipped through it.

"Aren't you resting?" Cheng Qingrong asked him with a sense of sleep.

Lin Wenxiu didn't look up: "You sleep, don't worry about me." ”

Cheng Qingrong yawned, and was about to close his eyes when there was a sudden knock on the door of the dormitory.

Lin Wenxiu put down the book in his hand: "Who?" ”

Outside the door, a slightly aristocratic and reserved voice peculiar to the people of Country D: "It's me, Simon." ”

Lin Wenxiu opened the door and said a little coldly: "Is there something wrong?" ”

Simon smiled, and his deep facial features became vivid and attractive: "In the morning, I noticed that you seem to be a little puzzled by something, and I want to discuss it with you, and Professor Finch is here." ”

Originally, Lin Wenxiu was ready to refuse, but as soon as he heard that it was a work matter, he immediately nodded and agreed: "Please wait a moment." ”

Closing the door, Lin Wenxiu turned around and was about to take off his down jacket hanging on the hanger, but he saw Cheng Qingrong, who was already going to sleep, sit up from the bed and look out of the door with deep eyes.

"Don't you sleep?" Lin Wenxiu was a little puzzled.

Cheng Qingrong shook his head: "I'm not sleepy." ”

"It's been a long time since you've rested." Lin Wenxiu put on a down jacket and wrapped himself tightly again.

"Suddenly not sleepy." Cheng Qingrong grinded his teeth, "Not only is I not sleepy, but I also feel that I am full of combat power, which will be able to kill ten cows with my bare hands." ”

Lin Wenxiu said: "Then I'll go to the research room." ”

"Go ahead." Cheng Qingrong smiled on his face, and he couldn't see other expressions, but Lin Wenxiu just felt that the other party seemed to be a little wrong.

"There's something wrong with you." Lin Wenxiu said it directly.

Cheng Qingrong smiled: "You think too much." ”

Seeing that Lin Wenxiu still didn't believe it, Cheng Qingrong had no choice but to say, "You go to the research room, I'm also sleepy and I'm going to sleep." ”

Lin Wenxiu reluctantly put his mind at ease and nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll go." ”

Out of the door, Simon was still waiting outside the door, and after seeing Lin Wenxiu, Simon immediately stood up straight: "Professor Lin." ”

Lin Wenxiu nodded lightly: "Professor Simon, let's hurry up." ”

The two walked side by side, and Simon asked on the side, "I heard a voice in the room just now, is it Professor Dou?" ”

"It's my lady."

Simon was a little surprised: "Mrs. Lin? ”

Lin Wenxiu said: "It's not Mrs. Lin, it's Mrs. Cheng." He added, "He doesn't need to have a husband's last name, he's very independent and great." ”

Simon's face was a little unnatural, and his cheeks were a little red, which was very noticeable because of his fair skin. He followed behind Lin Wenxiu, looking a little shy and embarrassed: "You guys have a really good relationship." ”

Lin Wenxiu nodded casually: "It's okay." ”

After entering the research room, Lin Wenxiu took off his down jacket and put on a white coat.

Discussing some issues inevitably involves the hands-on part, and it is obviously more convenient to put on a white coat. But there was no Lin Wenxiu's work clothes in the research room here, so Simon helped him take out a brand new white coat in the cabinet.

Finch was a little impatient on the side: "Let's get started, I have other things to do in half an hour." ”

Lin Wenxiu didn't care about the other party's attitude, and after putting on the white coat, he directly began to discuss with the two professors.

This discussion was discussed for nearly half an hour, and Cheng Qingrong outside the door felt that he was simply living like a year.

Cheng Qingrong felt that he couldn't sit still like this anymore.

Although he knew that Lin Wenxiu was his husband, there was always some suitors around him, and some of these suitors didn't need to be taken to heart, but a very good man like Simon still gave him a full sense of crisis.

Cheng Qingrong felt that it was time for him to do something to show his possessiveness.

He had to mark what belonged to him.

It must be clearly understood by the people of the whole world -

Lin Wenxiu, whether it was in the past, present, or future, is his Cheng Qingrong's husband.

This is unchangeable, propositional composition.

After waiting for a while, Cheng Qingrong was really impatient, he was just about to go in, no matter whether Lin Wenxiu's work was disturbed or not, he had to finish his own business, and the door of the research room was opened.

Two men with foreign faces who looked like professors hurriedly left the lab.

Cheng Qingrong paused, stood up from the corner of the wall, and shook off the slightly paralyzed double. legs, slowly walked in.

Lin Wenxiu, who heard the movement and looked up, was a little surprised: "Qingrong? ”

He saw a strange smile on Cheng Qingrong's face, it seemed that the other party was a little dangerous, such Cheng Qingrong was obviously unfamiliar to Lin Wenxiu, he was about to speak, Cheng Qingrong slammed the door of the research room with a 'snap', and turned around to lock it.

"What are you doing?" Lin Wenxiu asked in a low voice.

"Do what I've always wanted to do." Cheng Qingrong raised his chin slightly and looked directly into Lin Wenxiu's eyes, "I think now is a very good time. ”

Lin Wenxiu frowned: "Don't make trouble, Professor Simon is coming back soon." ”

Cheng Qingrong smiled: "Although I know it's not necessary, but just hearing you call his name, I feel very unhappy." ”

Lin Wenxiu didn't know if Cheng Qingrong had taken the wrong medicine.

"Do we need to talk?"

At least to understand what happened to Cheng Qingrong, Lin Wenxiu always felt that the other party was a little weird, not at all like the Cheng Qingrong he usually saw.

"Okay, let's talk." Cheng Qingrong stretched out his hand to unbutton his suit one by one, and looked at Lin Wenxiu's eyes that were deep and a little gloomy, "Talk about it with your body." ”