Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Suddenly, she smelled a fragrance, the fragrance of food. Song Yue, who had been in the delivery room for several hours, was starving and thought it was time to go out and find food.

Then the golden and fragrant pan-fried buns were handed to me.

"Dr. Song, you haven't eaten yet, right? Why don't we eat together?"

Following the voice, he looked: "Master Zhao, why are you here?"

Zhao Yuantong smiled faintly and sat down beside her. "The woman just brought here is the wife of my colleague. I happened to be there at the time and brought her here. Seeing that you were busy, I didn't disturb you. Now I'm going down to the yamen to help him with some food."

It's none of my business to deliver food to others. After refusing, I was about to leave when he stopped me: "Hey, this is specially bought for Dr. Song. I'm really sorry that I couldn't help you a few days ago!"

His smile was shy but sincere, and he didn't look cold or aloof at all. Just one smile made people feel like they were in the spring breeze. Song Yue couldn't refuse, so she could only accept it and walked out of the hospital with him.

I was really hungry, so after asking him if he wanted to eat, I started eating myself.

It tastes quite good. He seemed to understand what she meant and asked which store she bought it from.

Since it was on my way, I went to the shop and brought some back for my family.

Maybe he was a little full, so he felt that he had taken too much. Another person was eating, so he asked him again if he wanted to eat, but he refused again. Suddenly he remembered that the woman could give birth so quickly and smoothly today because of the necessary preliminary treatment. People always pay special attention to their professional matters and can find the bright spots in them.

I casually asked whose masterpiece it was.

Zhao Yuantong still smiled shyly, scratched his head and explained: "That's me. I went to listen to your lecture a few days ago."

Song Yue was even more surprised. He was giving a lecture? That must have been a long time ago, right? He had no recollection of it at all. When he asked him about the specific time, he could even give a coherent answer. He had even attended his lectures more than once.

Perhaps because they had done something together, or perhaps because they had a common hobby, the two of them chatted particularly well. Song Yue could also help answer some questions he didn't understand, and the way home became long and short. From time to time, she would stop to explain some knowledge and teach him how to take his pulse.

Maybe the food in his hands was too much of a hindrance, so Song Yue wanted to finish it in a few bites, but the more he ate, the greasier it felt, and he even felt like vomiting.

"You really don't want to eat?"

Zhao Yuantong was so focused on taking his own pulse that he subconsciously answered "OK".

Song Yue was happy that the problem was finally solved, so she put the bamboo skewer to his mouth.

After feeding two, Zhao Yuantong finally felt the taste on the tip of his tongue, and suddenly looked up at her in disbelief.

"Why, what's wrong? Is it not to your liking? Or is it cold?"

Song Yue felt like she had been caught doing something bad. She quickly tried to make amends, "If it doesn't taste good, I won't feed it to you..."

Only then did I realize where the problem lies. Could it be that it lies in this method?

"Hello" does seem inappropriate.

But wouldn't it be even more embarrassing now that I know what I just did not know? It's better to remain ignorant. Ignorance won't be embarrassing.

Zhao Yuantong knew she didn't understand when she said that. Moreover, she looked curious, as if she was really just concerned about the taste. He felt that his thoughts were dirty. He hurriedly took the paper bag from her hand and replied vaguely, "It's okay, edible. I, I can do it myself."

Song Yue saw that his ears were red. He was really shy. Hahaha, it was so funny. It turned out that watching others make a fool of themselves was so fun. But she could only laugh secretly. If he found out, she would be the one who would be embarrassed.

He said he would send Song Yue home, but he just kept stuffing the steamed buns into his mouth one by one behind her.

When Song Yue saw some new things, she would stop to choose. As the number of things in his hands increased, he no longer felt awkward at first. He also talked more and could give her some suggestions.

Song Yue discovered that his taste was really similar to hers, and she felt quite comfortable getting along with him. She no longer thought of him as a cold and aloof person.

The two people who had a great chat returned home, and their family members were also very surprised. After all, Song Yue was still a little indifferent to him when they had dinner together last time, but now she could invite him home on her own. When their eyes met, they felt that the matter was about 80% settled.

After dinner, Song Chaofeng kept him. It was better to listen to Song Yue chatting with him rather than to say that he chatted with him himself. However, just from the content and tone of their conversation, he felt that they were a perfect match. He imagined a lot of things in his mind and his look at Zhao Yuantong became a little resentful, as if he had invited a wolf into the house and let someone else's pig eat his cabbage.

After sending them away, Song Chaofeng and Liu Yuhan gathered to discuss where to go. Song Maoyu also pulled Jinzhi into the room, leaving Song Yue, a single dog, alone with nothing to do. If there's nothing to do, go back to your room and get some rest. I'm really a little sleepy. I haven't slept well in the past few days. It seems I will have a good dream today. I made a new friend, a new friend that I'm quite satisfied with, and I'm in a good mood.

Just after passing the Begonia Gate, he saw the lonely swing swaying. Song Yue thought about taking the time to plant flowers here and repair the swing. Next spring, he could nestle here peacefully and watch the butterflies flying. Just thinking about it made him happy, as if everything was moving in a good direction. Today was a very fruitful day, and he would definitely have a sweet dream.

The smile on his face became even more radiant from the bottom of his heart. He was about to sit on the swing lazily, but he felt a gust of wind blowing by. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself being firmly imprisoned. A strong breath filled the air and the face in front of him was magnified infinitely.

Hold on to the swing tightly with your hands, leaving the swing alone to bear the weight of gravity.

Su Wanmo held her in his arms in an extremely stable position, and his lips and teeth were extremely fierce. Even though she had not learned to breathe yet, his momentum did not decrease. He was determined to vent all his unhappiness.

Song Yue couldn't withstand him and her body couldn't help but fall down, but she didn't want to give in and held on to the swing rope tightly.

I felt like I was suffocating, but was released the next moment. The two of them pressed their foreheads together, gasping for breath. If they were slower, the thin air between them would enter each other's lungs.

Before Song Yue's breathing became steady and she was about to stand up by holding onto the swing frame, a big hand grabbed her waist and pressed down hard.

Song Yue's good mood was ruined, and she couldn't help but feel angry: "What are you doing?"

Su Wanmo was still feeling depressed, but when he saw her blush, he felt a little better. "Can't you see what I'm doing?"

Song Yue originally thought that his interest in her had faded, but now it seemed that she had taken it for granted.

She pushed his shoulders and tried to stand up: "Let me go, you rascal, you shameless and vulgar man!"

Her movements were too big, and the swing creaked even louder, as if it would fall apart at any moment. Su Wanmo held her feet and lifted them up over his waist, holding her completely in his arms in a more stable position. The process was not smooth, but Song Yue still couldn't resist his strength.

Sitting in this self-deprecating position was very irritating, and I kept beating my hands.

Perhaps because of the loss he suffered last time, Su Wanmo had gained experience. He clasped her hands behind her back, and with her hands stretched out, her body stretched out and she had no support, so she could only cling tightly to him.