After Jiang Fengxing and Feng Chen left, Lu Zhenming went back upstairs, and Su Wansheng stayed in the living room for a while and went upstairs hesitantly.

She thought that Lu Zhenming was in the study, and went to find no one around, and after exiting the study, she muttered in her heart, "Where are the people?" and walked along the corridor.

As she passed by the bedroom door, she unscrewed the doorknob and looked inside.

Outside the window, it was dark and oppressive, so the room was dark and I couldn't see anything clearly, but it was very quiet.

Su Wansheng thought that he was not inside, and was about to close the door, when he suddenly heard a bang, like the sound of something falling on the ground.

She pressed the switch on the wall, and the dark room lit up instantly.

At a glance, she saw Lu Zhenming lying on the sofa, he was asleep, one leg was hanging on the edge of the sofa, and the mobile phone that fell out of his trouser pocket was lying on the ground.

She crept into the room and walked over to him.

He slept a little unsteadily, his delicate black brows twisted together, and one hand was still casually resting on his forehead.

Looking at the black marks on his eyelids, thinking of Wang's mother saying that he had watched over himself all night last night, Su Wansheng reached out and gently touched his face as if he was enchanted.

Does he like himself a little bit?

Otherwise, he wouldn't have braved the heavy rain to go back to Lu's house to get medicine for her, and he wouldn't have stayed awake all night by her bedside.

Isn't that so?

She kept asking herself in her heart, for fear that it would be her own self-inflicted affection.

After squatting for a long time, her legs were a little numb, she picked up the mobile phone on the ground and stood up, slowed down for a while, waited for her legs to feel the consciousness before she stepped away, put the mobile phone on the table, took out a blanket from the cabinet, and came to Lu Zhenming's side again, and gently covered him.

I don't sleep in a bed, but I sleep on a sofa.

I don't know what kind of habit he has in this way.

Afraid that he would catch a cold, Su Wansheng turned on the heating in the room, and then took his pajamas into the bathroom.

She came out of the shower, Lu Zhenming was still asleep, she sat down in front of the dresser, looked at her face that was still slightly swollen, frowned, unscrewed the ointment, and gently wiped it on her face.

Inadvertently, she inadvertently glanced at the wall opposite the bedside in the mirror, where the wedding photos of the two were hung.

She was wearing a fishtail wedding dress, Lu Zhenming in a black suit was around her waist, she snuggled up in the man's bent arms, and the corners of her lips curved in a shallow arc.

As the groom, Lu Zhenming has no superfluous expression on his face, his eyebrows are cold and cold, and he can't see joy or anger.

After she was in a trance for a while, she narrowed her eyes, walked over and lay down on the bed, and habitually took her mobile phone to play.

She inadvertently clicked on the album and deleted some useless photos when she saw them.

After her fingertips slid over the photo of Song Zhiyue and her stinky beauty, she suddenly paused.

The photo that stays on the screen is a ten-year-old handsome and elegant boy, wearing a clean white shirt, a warm smile on his face, and his clear eyes are as bright as stars, like a starry sky.

This boy is Qin Lang.

Qin Lang and her are students of the same class, but they are not in the same department.

On Lu Zhenming's twenty-third birthday, her confession was rejected, and after crying happily, she decided to give up Lu Zhenming.

At that time, Qin Lang had a good impression of her, and she knew it.

Probably because of Lu Zhenming's repeated rejection, she lost her mind, and when Qin Lang expressed his heart to her, she agreed.