Wang Chengyou's behavior, in Wang Zhifeng's opinion, is enough nonsense.

Not to mention anything else, how many students are there in China? Dare you say you're smart enough to run over 99% of people? Dare you say that you are so diligent that you crush 99% of people? If you can't do the above two points, dare you be confident that you can be admitted to the 5 colleges and universities listed by your father?

Think of Wang Chengyou's grades in school...... Wang Chengyou, wait for the loss of freedom.

Wang Chengyou, who had no sense of risk, went upstairs with a fruit plate, and turned onto the corridor to the kitchen halfway through.

The kitchen is in the annex.

Mama Zhang saw Wang Chengyou enter the kitchen, which was not unusual at all. Because he is indeed a regular customer in the kitchen, he often picks up the refrigerator.

"Ayou, who are you looking for food for?"

Wang Chengyou was obviously stagnant. Zhang's mother saw it?

"Is it a stray cat, or a stray dog? If you want me to say, don't touch the homeless critters, you don't know what kind of bacteria they carry on them, besides, if they bite you......"

Wang Chengyou put his mind at ease.

He didn't answer, just looked at Zhang's mother and said, "Help me squeeze a cup of juice, and put it in a fresh-keeping cup after squeezing." Also, help me make a light, easy-to-digest sandwich. Freshly baked finger bread sticks also helped me bring some. Don't forget to have a glass of fresh milk warmed and warm. ”

Zhang's mother couldn't help but agree.

Horses have no night grass and no fat, and people are not strong without food. Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys should eat as much as a cow.

Wang Chengyou hugged the fruit bowl and went back to his room.

Stand in the doorway and wait for the sight to adjust to the darkness. Listening, there was no movement, she shouldn't have woken up yet.

In the darkness of the room, Wang Chengyou looked like a cat's eye, accurately "seeing" the exquisite curve of lying on his side on the bed. He reverently knelt in front of the bed and unconsciously "looked" in the darkness for a long time.

The heart is flying, the body is expanding.

Wang Chengyou felt both ashamed and happy.

Just as he was immersed in private pleasure, suddenly, Mo Yan, who was close at hand, let out a soft "ah".

Only then did Wang Chengyou turn on the Boli parrot lamp.

"Are you awake?"

Lights light up the darkness.

Mo Yan's cheeks on the bed were abnormally red. Her eyes were still closed, and her expression of pain was like she had fallen into a nightmare.

Wang Chengyou reached out and touched her forehead, and measured it with a temperature gun, which was 0.5 degrees lower than just now. Help her change a fever patch.

Guarding the lights, guarding Mo Yan under the lights, the ambiguous imagination in the darkness evaporated, leaving only the innocent love of a teenager.

Zhang's mother knocked on the door and sent everything Wang Chengyou wanted. Wang Chengyou put them within easy reach of the bed. Wait for her to wake up at any time.

This sleep was deep and heavy for Mo Yan.

The world was quiet until two o'clock in the evening. Mo Yan was awakened by urine, his sleep was ignorant, and his eyes were slightly open.

A self-muttering voice murmured in my ears: "I should be really awake this time, right?" ”

When Mo Yan opened his eyes, he saw a dark night, covering him. Consciousness instantly jumped to Chen Yuduo's channel...... They're bad, Sister Yan, you go quickly...... Mo Yan was panicked and frightened, and cried out "ah".

Imagine the screams of girls coming from his room in the middle of the night? It's also too scary. Wang Chengyou had no choice but to reach out and cover her mouth.

"Mo Yan, it's me, I'm Chengyou."

Mo Yan blinked his eyes and came to his senses completely.

She remembered it all. It was she who was frightened from Bai Xiaobai and ran away in a panic and bumped into Wang Chengyou, who found that she had a fever and wanted to help her find medicine......

As for her sleeping in bed? It must have been because she had slept too dead on the table, and fell to the ground—a scene like Mo Jielian had described to her—and he had given up the bed to himself in the spirit of a gentleman he had always flaunted.

Thinking of Mo Jielian, my heart hurt inexplicably.

With all this in his mind, Mo Yan moved his body away from the bed with the relief of his clothes and the apology of the dove occupying the magpie's nest: "What time is it?" ”

"Half past two in the morning."

Mo Yan's feet were weak and he almost fell.

Not 7 or 8 p.m.? It's okay at 9 o'clock. "Half past two in the morning" is too tragic.

Touching his head awkwardly, the sticky fever tape was still glued to his forehead: "I'm really embarrassed." Look, can I sneak out at 5 or 6 a.m.? ”

"How can you leave at 5 or 6 in the morning?"

"What about 3 or 4 o'clock?"

"What do you think!" Wang Chengyou stretched out his index finger and tapped it on the top of her head as if he were tapping the spacebar. "You can sleep at ease, sleep until you wake up naturally, and the matter of going out tomorrow will be on me!"

Speaking of sleeping, the two of them glanced at the bed together. Something unexpected happened, and in the place where Mo Yan had just slept, a small patch of crimson bloomed...... The color of blood is particularly striking against the white sheets.

Oh no, no, it's time for a period...... Mo Yan chuckled in his heart. She had prepared sanitary napkins for two days in Kafuka.

Sh＊t！ No wonder I was so weak, I fell ill when I was frightened by the wind, and it turned out that I caught up with the most vulnerable days such as "the first day of the month".

Wang Chengyou stared at the small piece of Yin red in surprise, and at first glance, it looked like a brain circuit was stuck.

"That...... Sorry, I'll wash it clean! ”

Wang Chengyou's expression was solemn, like a thrilling and suspenseful answer was about to surface, and he still needed to make the final scrutiny.

Mo Yan saw that Wang Chengyou was silent, and sighed unconsciously, thinking that he usually disliked himself, so he wouldn't ask her to stain and wash the sheets by hand.

"Can I pay in installments?"

"What?"

"I compensate you for the money for your new sheets, can I pay in installments?"

"What are you talking about!" Wang Chengyou stretched out his index finger and clasped it on the top of her head again. "It turns out that you are in your menstrual period."

Relative!

Immature!

Or else?

Mo Yan glared at Wang Chengyou stupidly. This kind of common-sense question is also worthy of serious and even serious thinking, which shows that IQ is really worthy of the results at the bottom of the grade.

"Gollum." A strange voice sounded, and Pingbai was startled.

Wang Chengyou smiled: "I'm so stupid, I should have thought that you were hungry earlier." With that, he pulled over a mobile dining table, high and low, full of bottles and cans.

Sh*t, there was a disproportionate grunt just now, and it actually came from her stomach.

"A late-night snack for you. You eat first, and I'll help you find some sanitary napkins. ”

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth twitched, and he squeezed out a smile that was self-effacing in response.

"Toilet please?"

"It's on the other side of the study."

As soon as Mo Yan waited for the door to fall, he ran to the bathroom with a "whoosh". She knows how to replace sanitary napkins with toilet paper. The panties are dirty and wiped dry, but she can't walk on the road calmly in a dirty skirt, so the top priority is to clean the skirt.

Mo Yan slipped into the bathroom, locked the door, and began to clean the aftermath. Couldn't find soap, good thing there was shower gel and hand sanitizer.

Halfway through her skirt, she suddenly heard the sound of the door lock turning. It is the door of the suite. Mo Yan thought, it should be Wang Chengyou who is back.

Rinse the lather with water and the skirt will be clean again. Using a bath towel to absorb the water, Mo Yan was wearing a still wet skirt and was about to walk out of the bathroom, when he suddenly found that on his legs, there were rows of band-aids attached like centipede feet.

The Band-Aids, neatly and seamlessly, one by one. If you are not a skilled craftsman, you must have spent a lot of effort......