As soon as the words came out, Song Yuming felt that he owed a lot:

It's obviously not a sincere invitation, what a special blind touch!

Fortunately, Cheng Wei took a closer look at his face: there was a hint of dodging and a little embarrassment.

She is a perceptive person, and she understands in her heart that this is a kind word, and if she agrees innocently or falsely, it is very likely that both parties will fall into a dilemma.

So he said magnificently:

"Alas, I'm not going, your research group is discussing things together, and it's not like a non-family member to follow me, right? Well, you can go with confidence, I feel better, and I will be fine if I lie down for two days. ”

Song Yuming was a little grateful to Cheng Wei for not chasing after him, but it was inconvenient to show any happy expression, and after feeding Cheng Wei half a bowl of noodles, he also hurriedly ate a bowl.

Everything was cleaned up, he felt greasy and unbearable, so he took the bath towel to the bathroom, and the bathroom has long become a display place for women's underwear.

Song Yuming was a little curious:

This looks like a hand wash, how did the injured Cheng Wei do it?

He resisted himself not to look at these things that made people blush and heartbeat, hurriedly rinsed them, and left as if fleeing.

The night sky is a little dark, and the moonlight is not as watery as water, and even a vague and ambiguous posture with edges, but the more it is, the more it attracts people to it:

When is the bright moon?

Song Yuming was a little hot and uneasy, he thought about it for a while, sat up suddenly, the water cup at the head of the bed was empty, he walked to the kitchen lightly, opened the refrigerator, and found that the ice water was gone, so he had to turn on the tap and drink it with a sigh, and then took another cup, and then walked back to his room.

He looked at his watch, calculated the time in his heart, stood up and walked to Cheng Wei's door, and asked softly:

"Cheng Wei, are you asleep?"

didn't hear Cheng Wei's response, he quietly unscrewed the door, the lamp in the room was still on, and Song Yuming walked to Cheng Wei's window, carefully checked her face, picked up the thermometer again, cautiously poked into Cheng Wei's ear, stayed for a second, picked it up and looked at it:

37 degrees 5,Well,It's okay.,It's about the same as what I measured 3 hours ago.。。

He put down the thermometer and looked at Cheng Wei who was sleeping, the injuries on her face had healed, and her former beauty had gradually recovered, her baby-like long eyelashes trembled slightly, well, without the charm when she opened her eyes, she was like a child, very cute.

What really happened between her and her ex-husband? Didn't you want to be together for love? What is the reason why two lovers die and come to life, one party does not hesitate to give up everything in his hometown, and follows the other party to a strange city to work hard, but in the end it ends up with a combination of fists and kicks?

He tucked the quilt for Cheng Wei, and then walked out quietly.