"Do what?"

Song Shuhe's face turned red, and he was a little at a loss.

She knew that this was wrong, as Gu Pei said, she knew that she had to keep her distance from other men, but she just wanted to be close to Zhou Yu, she knew a woman's shame, but compared to this insignificant psychology, she was more eager to rely on men.

She grew up in a welfare home, an orphan, and she needed more psychological and physical comfort than her self-esteem.

Song Shuhe did not withdraw her presumptuous hand, but only interlocked her fingers with the man in turn, which seemed to make her feel a lot more at ease.

The rough palm didn't let go of her in the end.

It wasn't until he returned to Zhou's house that Aunt Chen came over to open the car door, and Song Shuhe heard the sound and withdrew his hand.

She heard that after she got out of the car, the man in the car explained to Aunt Chen: "I have been living outside for the past two days, and I have watched her more." ”

Aunt Chen was stunned for a moment, and then thought that before Song Shuhe moved here, Zhou Yu often lived directly near the company. After she responded, she helped Song Shuhe back to the room.

When I went up the stairs, I saw that she was absent-minded, and I felt that the atmosphere between the two was wrong.

"What happened outside with Mr. Zhou today?"

Song Shuhe shook his head, his tone a little lonely: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired." ”

The man's words sounded in his ears repeatedly, Song Shuhe didn't sleep well all night, and he was in a very bad state when he woke up the next morning.

Aunt Chen took her temperature and found that she had a fever.

After taking the medicine, Aunt Chen said, "Why don't you take a day off today and don't go to class." ”

Song Shuhe shook his head and touched the book from the table, "I'm not uncomfortable, it's fine." ”

However, the fact is that after arriving at school, she was dizzy in the middle of class, and she sat in her position until the end of class to relieve the pain.

Some classmates noticed it and came to her and asked if she needed to take her to the school doctor.

Song Shuhe wanted to refuse, and wanted to wait for the driver at home to pick her up, but she thought of Zhou Yu's words again, and finally nodded slowly.

He asked her to socialize with others.

Song Shuhe was helped up and guided her down the steps.

At this time, another person came over with a concerned tone: "What's wrong?" Is Shuhe unwell? ”

The first classmate saw the person who came clearly and said in surprise: "Senior Chen, she has a fever, and I am about to take her to the infirmary." ”

It's just that Song Shuhe can't see it, and this female classmate can only slowly help people go.

Chen Jingsheng stood aside, looked at Song Shuhe, whose face was not very good-looking, and said, "Senior Sister Shuhe, why don't I carry you over?" ”

Song Shuhe's head began to ache faintly, and he was supporting the table with one hand, and he couldn't think very well.

By the time she regained consciousness, she was already lying on the bed in the infirmary, with a slight pain in her hands.

"Don't move, it's in the infusion!"

That female classmate should not have classes and is still with her in the infirmary.

"Do you want to drink water? The driver of the Zhou family has come, and he will pick you up when you finish the infusion. ”

Song Shuhe propped himself up and said with a light smile: "Thank you, I'm bothering you today." ”

The girl said it was okay, and said, "But you have to thank Senior Chen, he passed by today and carried you over." I'm afraid you'll wake up and eat, so he's going downstairs to buy you porridge now. ”

This girl is a relative of Aunt Chen, and Meng Qingqing knew Song Shuhe's background when she started school, and she deliberately made friends, but she also really helped and took care of Song Shuhe.

Song Shuhe remembered such a person, and she asked, "Does that senior know me?" ”

"He is our assistant to the class, he has come to our class several times, you can't see it, if you can see it, you will know that our major is inexplicably recruiting, and there have been a lot of students who have come to class recently."

Song Shuhe was not interested, and her eye problems did save her a lot of problems.

"I'm going to trouble you to help me watch the infusion."

The girl's face was pale, there was no blood on the cherry mouth, and her innocent face matched her sick body, which was a little more coquettish.

Chen Jingsheng came back at this time, still holding the millet porridge he had just bought.

"Shuhe, are you awake?"

Song Shuhe didn't react, and only looked up when he heard his name.

Chen ..... Senior? ”

Meng Qingqing was just about to open his mouth to introduce, when he heard Chen Jingsheng smile and said, "Yes, it's okay to call me by my name, Chen Jingsheng." ”

Song Shuhe was still polite, "Senior Chen, thank you today." ”

"I bought you millet porridge, you can drink some first."

He was very enthusiastic, and his natural and close words made Song Shuhe not very comfortable.

She shook her head: "Thank you, senior, I'm not hungry." ”

Chen Jingsheng didn't insist, and he didn't want to talk to Song Shuhe without saying a word, but Meng Qingqing finally reminded Song Shuhe that he was going to sleep, and he got up to leave.

"Shuhe, I feel that Senior Chen seems to be very interesting to you."

Song Shuhe was lying on the bed, his eyes blinking, he couldn't see what emotion was, he only said, "Hmm." ”

Meng Qingqing stopped talking for a while, changed the topic and asked her: "The doctor said that your little cold should be cured the day after tomorrow, and it just so happened that the class committee organized a small party outside the school the day after tomorrow, do you want to have fun?" ”

"I.... Shall I join you? ”

Meng Qingqing was stunned, she didn't expect Song Shuhe to agree so quickly, so the two agreed to meet the day after tomorrow.

The apartment in the city center is simple and exquisitely decorated, there is no smoke smell, only cold furniture.

Several letters with pink covers were placed on the table, each addressed to the same person.

Zhou Yu sat on the sofa, his gold-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose even more sven, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, and his powerful wrists leaned on the table, casually flipping through these childish love letters.

Through the lenses, you can see the man's uncaring posture, but the air pressure around him can't be lower.

Why does she listen to everything?

Song Shuhe's change was so sudden that when he returned to the villa, he drank the chicken soup prepared by Aunt Chen and said, "Aunt Chen, I will go out with my classmates to play the day after tomorrow."

Aunt Chen was very surprised and asked, "With which classmate?" Where are you going? ”

Song Shuhe wanted to talk about Meng Qingqing, but when he heard that Aunt Chen was very worried and cautious, he was afraid that she would be verbose with Meng Qingqing, so he only said: "It's just to go out to eat with the classmates in the school."