Wan Ning was depressed, he didn't say anything, he didn't ask anything, just left her aside, and sat in front of the desk for two hours, Wan Ning counted how many bricks there were on the balcony, and he was still motionless like a hill.

I didn't eat in the morning, and now my stomach is growling, alas, wait, maybe people are really busy with business? is also, the dignified camp leader, in charge of so many people, how can there be such idle people who come around her every day, and he is still a fool who was stuffed into him for some reason.

You can wait when you're hungry, but you can't wait for some things, Wan Ning obviously feels that there is a lot of traffic somewhere, and if she doesn't do something, her pants will get dirty, and she doesn't have any extra clothes, and she is still wearing someone else's. By the way, didn't you mention that you brought her to get the clothes?

Wan Ning really had no choice, because now she had reached the point where she didn't dare to sit on the stool, she walked to the desk and patted Song Chengyi's arm gently.

Song Chengyi thought to himself: Finally can't help it?

Yes, he did it on purpose, treating those dishonest soldiers under his hands, that's it, locked in an empty room, not saying anything, doing nothing, just ignoring you, until you can't help it yourself and take the initiative to admit your mistakes.

He raised his head and looked at Wan Ning with questions in his eyes, Wan Ning hurriedly gestured, but she was sweating profusely, and Song Chengyi still shook her head, indicating that she couldn't understand what she was talking about.

Wan Ning was about to cry without tears, Song Chengyi opened the drawer, took out a notebook and a pen and put them in front of her.

Looking down, isn't this the little book in her bag? instantly understood, the man in front of him was so black-bellied, he had already guessed that she could write, and he deliberately manipulated her.

Wan Ning picked up the pen and wrote, anyway, he already knew, besides, she won't be dumb, she will always need to communicate with others in the future, right?

Write one stroke at a time: I want to go to the bathroom.

Song Chengyi looked up at her, remembered Dr. Wu's words, got up and handed her the pocket he had just brought back from the store.

Wan Ning saw a bag of brown sugar and two large packs of toilet paper, and her little face turned red in an instant, and she rushed to the door with her pocket. I'm worried about the lack of tissues, she was born in this era, she was also drunk, and even sanitary napkins have not been popularized, and she used to be at home, and she was given the menstrual belt made by Sunset, and this bastard's menstrual period didn't come early or late, so she chose the most embarrassing time. The things in her hand were prepared by Song Chengyi, she felt so hot, but she couldn't throw them away, so she wanted to dig a pit and bury herself, and throw her face into the Pacific Ocean.

After she went out, Song Chengyi stared at the words on the paper, bathroom? Can a girl from a village write it?

Hearing her coming back, Song Chengyi said: "There is boiling water and cups on the low cabinet in the living room, and you have to drink water and flush it yourself." ”

Wan Ning understood what he meant, and brewed a cup of thick brown sugar water, and there was still a faint pain in her lower abdomen, she couldn't treat herself badly, right?

After drinking the warm brown sugar water, the whole person was comfortable, she pulled a chair and put it on the side of the desk, sat upright, and then put the notebook and pen in front of her, a pair of big eyes stared at Song Chengyi, she looked like a well-behaved student waiting for the teacher to ask questions, which made Song Chengyi almost laugh.

obviously wanted to put pressure on her, but now why has she become a passive party?

Song Chengyi clenched his fists and coughed lightly to hide his crying and laughing expression, and asked, "What do you want to tell me?" ”

Wan Ning's delicate brows furrowed together, what did he mean? Is he really not going to ask himself anything?

After thinking for a while, I wrote: I came to you on purpose.

"I know!"