During the preparation for the physics competition in his junior year of high school, he passed by the small classroom that the school applied for them, and saw her lying on the table and falling asleep, while the teacher was desperately lecturing on the stage.

She looked up at him and wrinkled her face, "I don't believe it, you must be lying to me." ”

"Believe it or not." He shrugged.

She opened her mouth to refute something, but she couldn't spit out a word, and suddenly her stomach screamed, she subconsciously pressed her stomach, looking a little embarrassed, "I'm sleepy....."

"I know."

Of course, he knew that she had been hungry an hour and a half before, and that she had been secretly making noodles in the kitchen to cause the consequences she was now.

"I'm hungry and sleepy." Again, she said, as if hinting at something.

"So what?" He looked at her with a playful smile in his eyes.

She pursed her lips with a flattering look, "I want to eat potato chips, is that okay?" ”

He couldn't help but laugh and pinched her face, "Where can I buy you potato chips on the big night?" ”

"Can you cook noodles for me?" She winked at him, "I'm going to faint from hunger." ”

The smile in his eyes became more and more obvious, "You're actually not stupid. ”

The concept of compromise will still work.

She frowned slightly, "I'm smart." ”

He put away his smile, stared at her face for a moment, and said, "It's just too smart to think that everything is in your own hands, and take it lightly." ”

She heard in a fog, "What do you mean?" I don't understand. ”

He got up and rubbed her head, "It's good that I don't understand." Then he turned and went into the kitchen.

Just as she was drowsy on the sofa, she smelled a scent wafting from the kitchen, her sleepy brain cleared up, and she felt that her hand with the ointment was not so painful, so she got up and went to the kitchen.

"I love egg noodles with tomatoes."

Her eyes lit up as she looked at the hot noodles on the table.

"Does your hand still hurt?" He walked out with a pair of chopsticks.

She raised her hand, scrutinized her palm, and shook her head, "It doesn't hurt that much," and stared at the blister again, "Can I pop it?" ”

"You're not afraid of pain." He said lightly.

She quickly withdrew her hand and asked, "Will it be okay on its own?" ”

"Go to the hospital tomorrow and let the doctor deal with it." He said.

"Oh."

What she thought to herself was that this bubble was getting her way from getting dressed.

When she got up the next day, she couldn't button her clothes again and stood in the room.

Sheng Jing knew that she couldn't get dressed by herself, so when she passed by her door, she raised her hand and knocked.

She let out a "hey", was silent for a long time, and said, "I didn't lock the door." ”

Hearing her response, he unscrewed the door open and entered, his eyes swept over her, his eyes fell on the small, sexy mole on her lower abdomen, and then he said, "Turn your back." ”

She turned her back with a red face, he raised his hand, buckled her on the innermost grid, and said lightly after buttoning it: "Okay." ”

He looked innocent and desireless, as if there was a wooden corpse in front of him.

She said in a very low voice, "It's a little loose." ”

His hand paused, raised his trembling hand, clasped her in the second compartment, and asked, "So?" ”

She nodded like a rattle, "Okay, okay, thank you." ”

"Well, you're welcome," he said, looking up at the full-length mirror in front of her, and added, "Don't stay up late from today." ”

She couldn't understand his words and looked up, "Huh? ”

"It's nothing, it's good for your body to go to bed at half past ten in the future." He spoke leisurely, then turned to leave.

She kept his words in her head for a long time, nodded to the air, and found that he had left the room.

Sheng Jing went downstairs and received a call from Tan Xiang, he hesitated for three seconds and then pressed answer.

Tan Xiang woke up early in the morning and was very panicked when she saw his news, thinking that yesterday's incident was reported by Ni Chenghuan, she smiled flatteringly, "Mr. Sheng, Miss Ni asked for leave today, did something happen?" ”

Sheng Jing sat down in the restaurant, his voice was very weak, "It's nothing." ”

Tan Xiang judged his tone, but she didn't hear anything unusual, but she didn't ask anything specific, and she still felt uneasy.

"I'm Miss Ni's teacher, can I know what happened to her?"

Sheng Jing raised his eyes and saw Ni Chenghuan walking in, and said, "It's just a burn, don't worry." ”

When Tan Xiang heard this answer, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and greeted him with a smile, "So that's the case, is it serious?" "I cared about it, but I actually complained in my heart: I was really clumsy.

"Well, it's serious." He said lightly.

It's really very serious for her, she cried for a long time yesterday, and now her eyes are still swollen, it's really pitiful.

"That's really troublesome Mr. Sheng," Tan Xiang smiled and glanced at the time of the message he sent last night, "You must have slept very late yesterday, it's really hard, you still have to go to work....."

Sheng Jing felt that this sentence made him a little uncomfortable, and said lightly: "No trouble." ”

After Ni Chenghuan sat down, he propped his head to look at him, and he didn't move a mouthful of breakfast, curious who he was talking to on the phone.

Tan Xiang felt a little embarrassed, so he smiled, but he didn't want to hang up the phone so quickly, "Mr. Sheng is so good to Miss Ni, I am envious." ”

Sheng Jing looked at Ni Chenghuan's breakfast that hadn't moved yet, and said, "What are you doing in a daze, eat breakfast." ”

She came back to her senses, let out an "oh", lowered her head and scooped a mouthful of porridge into her mouth, "Hot." ”

"Silly, eat it when it's cold." His face was full of helplessness.

"Oh....." she didn't like to be called stupid, "I know. ”

Tan Xiang heard their conversation and couldn't help but be a little jealous, "If Mr. Nasheng is eating breakfast, I'll hang up first." ”

"Hmm." He didn't wait for her to hang up, and hung up the phone directly.

Ni Chenghuan took a sip of milk and looked up at him, "Who are you talking to on the phone?" ”

"Your teacher," he said, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to her, "wipe it." ”

She took the paper, "Oh. "I feel a little unhappy inexplicably.

After breakfast, they went to the hospital.

Lin Sen personally treated the wound for her, she turned her head and didn't dare to look at the needle in Lin Sen's hand, Lin Sen looked at her timid appearance, and sighed helplessly, "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt." ”

Before the needle could reach the bubble, she began to want to cry, "You lighten it ......" turned around and buried her face in Sheng Jing's arms.

A scalded blister, a small wound treatment room, squeezed several people, and two nurses stood aside like door gods, which made Lin Sen, a surgeon who had received several pennants, nervous.

"I'll be lighter." He said helplessly.

Sheng Jing's gaze fell on Lin Sen's hand, "Tie it." ”

Lin Sen plunged into it gently, and the bubble liquid in his hand was squeezed out.

Ni Chenghuan felt pierced by his hand, and was afraid of the unknown, and his other hand tightly grabbed the hem of Sheng Jing's clothes, and asked, "Are you okay?" ”