Chapter 29 Half-ripe mulberries "Then how are you going to plead?"

She had forgotten exactly when she fell asleep the night before. When she woke up early in the morning, she could feel that she was obviously not as energetic as she was in the previous two days.

The sky was just beginning to turn light. She basically got up at this time these days.

After going downstairs to have breakfast, the car was sent to the 4S shop for repair. Looking at the bill reported by the other party, Sang Fu forwarded it directly to Siming.

Siming was also very straightforward and transferred the corresponding funds immediately.

[I'm really sorry about this.]

[fine. ]

After the message was sent, Sang Fu placed her phone on the table and continued typing on the keyboard.

The waiter came over and placed a cup of exquisite coffee in front of her: "Hello, your coffee, please enjoy it slowly."

"Thanks."

Today was relatively relaxing. Before the gathering time, Sangfu was sitting in a cafe downstairs.

The lighting here is good, the atmosphere is great, it's relatively quiet, and the background music is soothing, making it a great place to calm down and write.

She got the coffee and took a photo.

The sun had already come out at this time. She was sitting by the window, with a very delicate vase at hand, which contained fresh flowers specially changed by the boss.

The sunlight was shining, and the petals were sparkling. Its shadow was also on the table, a narrow one, falling down, because the sun itself was not very strong and the color was not dark.

So much so that when Sangfu checked the photo, she was shocked when she suddenly saw the slender gray shadow on her finger in the corner.

After zooming in carefully, I could see that it was not a ring, but just a shadow.

She then shared it on Weibo. Out and about, there were all kinds of people, and she had to follow the crew everywhere. After all, the wedding ring was Zhuang Mowen's. Although they hadn't chosen it very carefully, the price was far from cheap.

It is better to have less trouble than more, so from the first day she joined the crew, she put the ring in the bedside table in the bedroom.

In order to prevent the last incident from happening again, she also specifically informed Zhuang Mowen. He listened, but did not stop it. He just said: "It doesn't matter even if it's lost."

He said it was okay and it was decent. Sang Fu was not so stupid as to take it as okay, so she put it away carefully.

I ordered a hot latte, and Sangfu likes to stir it well before drinking.

Rich and smooth.

She picked out a few comments to reply to, logged out of Weibo, and casually clicked on the video app. Sometimes she and Sheng Weiyao would not send messages to each other for several days, but she would receive many popular videos forwarded by the other party every day.

Sangfu will take some time to take a look. Today there is a very interesting one, which is about cooking for puppies.

It doesn’t seem as complicated as making it for people. The most important thing is that it is cooked.

She was still editing in Sheng Weiyao's chat box when a new message from WeChat suddenly popped up at the top of the screen, flashed in front of her eyes for a few seconds, and then automatically retracted.

It was very brief, but Sanfu still saw it clearly.

Zhuang Mowen: [What time do you get off work today?]

…

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the last day of script reading ended.

Sang Fu drove back to the hotel and was about to enter the lobby when a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She paused and turned to the large supermarket next to her.

She carefully purchased a series of ingredients according to the search content on the social platform, then checked out and returned to the hotel.

The room she lived in was equipped with a kitchen and simple kitchen utensils, but it had never been used.

It was pitch dark, and before six o'clock, there was a regular knock on the hotel room door.

Sanfu leaned out of the kitchen, walked over and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened a crack, a fluffy dog's head squeezed in. Its black bean-like eyes, like two chocolate beans, stared at Sangfu brightly.

"The first day of the new year!"

During the day, Zhuang Mowen sent her a message, saying that he wanted to bring Chuyi over for a walk, and wondered if it would disturb her.

“Whenever it hears Aunt Zhao mention you at home, it barks,” he explained.

Sanfu was surprised.

Chuyi is a "dumb" dog with a gentle personality. He never shows his teeth when he meets other dogs when he goes out. During the few months at home, Sangfu has never seen him bark. He only sees him acting cute and humming.

Did he really miss her that much? Or was it because she wasn't around and no one was feeding it snacks?

Thinking of this, Sang Fu raised the corners of her lips slightly and smiled.

The latter is probably more likely.

But she was still very happy to be able to come on the first day of the new year.

[Don't bother. Can you really bring it?]

Zhuang Mowen replied: [Yes.]

[Just take it as a walk.]

Before the door was completely opened, Chuyi nimbly twisted in and surveyed the entire room confidently like the leader of this territory.

Sang Fu withdrew her gaze from it, and raised her eyes to look at Zhuang Mowen who was standing at the door. He had a handsome face, dressed in black, with a straight cashmere coat, and a gentle and elegant temperament.

He was just looking at her leisurely, with a warm smile in his dark eyes.

"Long time no see."

It's only been a few days, but he said it's been a long time since we last met.

Sanfu didn't quite understand.

There was only a faint itch in my heart, as if a soft feather tip had quickly brushed past it, and it disappeared in an instant.

Even she herself couldn't grasp the reason.

"Good evening," Sanfu turned her face away and moved aside to make some room. "Come in."

There was a clanging sound from the kitchen, attracting the attention of the two people. Sangfu paused for a second, then suddenly turned around and walked towards the kitchen as if facing a great enemy: "Oh no."

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Mowen closed the door behind her, expecting something. "Is there food in the kitchen?"

Faintly, she could hear Chuyi eating heartily. Sangfu nodded and said, "I did cook for it, but I cooked too much—"

She just wanted to make a little to try it out. If it turned out well, she would make it often when she had time at home. However, she had no experience, so the quantity she made was a bit too much.

It had just come out of the pot and before I had time to take out a small portion, Zhuang Mowen arrived.

As soon as the two entered the kitchen, they saw Chuyi somehow jumped onto a stool, stretched his neck to reach the bowl on the table, and was now concentrating on eating.

Zhuang Mowen strode over, grabbed the dog's neck with a look of both laughter and tears, and took away the empty bowl of rice. Chuyi raised his head, his whole face covered with juice and grains of rice.

"Does it eat a lot?" Sangfu's voice was nervous behind him.

Zhuang Mowen turned around and turned the bowl over with a look of regret.

"It's empty."

Sanfu: "..."

…

Zhuang Mowen had just washed the kitchen utensils when he heard the sound of water in the bathroom stop.

"Come here, Chuyi."

A soft voice floated over from afar. Zhuang Mowen wiped his hands and walked out.

The humming sound of the hair dryer filled her ears. Sang Fu sat cross-legged on the carpet, blowing the freshly washed hair around Chuyi's face.

After blowing twice, Chuyi shook his head violently, splashing water everywhere. Sangfu tilted her head and squinted her eyes to avoid it, but her smile did not diminish.

The lilac sweater wrapped around her slender body. She must have let her hair down after returning home. Her usually straight hair now had a natural curve and was tucked behind her ears.

Her black hair makes her skin look even whiter, like freshly fallen snow.

She was bathed in gentle light, and her smile was reflected in Zhuang Mowen's eyes.

He half leaned against the wall, and his heart suddenly became very calm.

For no reason, Zhuang Mowen remembered what Rong Qingqiu had said before.

…

Rong Qingqiu came in with a box of fruit to wash, and even closed the kitchen door. Zhuang Mowen paused, but Rong Qingqiu had already walked over to him and turned on the faucet in front of him. While washing the fruit, she asked him directly:

"When are you going to confess to your grandfather?"

Zhuang Mowen remained calm and asked, "What are you confessing?"

Rong Qingqiu raised her hand and touched his arm, lowering her voice and asking him, "You can fool outsiders, but can you fool me? Every time you call me at night, you and that girl never appear at the same time. I can't even tell if you're sleeping in the same bed."

"Are you two serious about this?"

Not long after the words fell, the door was opened with a "creak".

Rong Qingqiu fell silent, and Zhuang Mowen turned around and glanced at Sang Fu.

She didn't notice anything, and after delivering the rag, Rong Qingqiu fooled her out with a few words.

After the door was closed again and there was no more sound outside, Zhuang Mowen said calmly, "You've seen the marriage certificate, haven't you? How can the one with the seal be fake?"

"Bullshit," Rong Qingqiu would have cursed loudly if he hadn't been concerned about Sang Fu outside the door. "What can a marriage certificate prove? At most, it proves that you didn't have an affair and that you came prepared."

She could guess about 80 or 90 percent from his attitude.

"I've taught you since childhood to act with a clear conscience and be honest and upright, but you're so... I won't say anything else. That girl is very pure. I don't know how you tricked her into coming here. Anyway, you must not waste her time. Find a time to break up with her."

Zhuang Mowen was originally listening to the lecture silently. When he heard the word "cheat", he did not explain.

Now that they were married, there was little point in worrying about who was taking the initiative and who was passive, unless it was unprofitable for him. Zhuang Mowen understood this from the beginning.

Until Rong Qingqiu uttered his last words.

He asked, "What about Grandpa?"

Rong Qingqiu finished washing the fruit and lowered his head to cut it. His tone was as decisive as the movement of the knife: "I'll tell him. He really pushed the issue too far. He has to admit it himself."

Zhuang Mowen never spoke again.

Neither agreed nor refused.

After a while, or perhaps a long time, Rong Qingqiu seemed to understand something.

"You treat that girl..."

"Grandma," Zhuang Mowen said.

His voice was low and gentle, yet powerful.

"Don't meddle in our affairs. I know what's going on."

…

Zhuang Mowen did not agree to Rong Qingqiu, mostly because of Sang Fu's agreement.

Breaking his promise is not his style, and it will disrupt her plans and disappoint her.

Maybe there is also a small part of selfishness.

But he wasn't quite sure what it was.

At this moment, he stood here, hearing her voice, seeing her figure, her hair gently dancing with her movements. Zhuang Mowen looked at the corners of her lips moving and her slightly curved eyes, and could not take his eyes away.

She is smiling.

It wasn't a shy, shallow smile, but a full-on laugh like the one he had seen in the family photo in her room.

It is a kind of happiness that can overflow.

"Professor Zhuang."

Sang Fu turned off the hair dryer and suddenly looked up at him. The smile in her eyes had not yet faded, making her look much more lively and energetic than usual.

He moved and walked over.

"What's wrong?"

"Chuyi, do you want to run a few more laps tomorrow?" Sang Fu stroked Chuyi's fur and looked up. "Can I beg for him?"

After all, it was her fault and the puppy didn't understand anything.

"..." Zhuang Mowen was amused. He half-knelt down and asked, "Then how are you going to beg for mercy?"

Sangfu paused, not expecting him to ask back, and became hesitant for a moment.

She glanced at Chuyi and said, "Just, can't you just ask for it verbally?"

Zhuang Mowen slowly shook his head and uttered two words.

"no."

Sangfu was in trouble.

I originally thought Zhuang Mowen was easy to talk to. It seems that he is very concerned about Chuyi's weight loss, so he is more principled.

It’s just hard for Chuyi.

Zhuang Mowen didn't know what she was thinking, but he saw her two delicate eyebrows wrinkled together in distress. She looked at Chuyi and sighed helplessly.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and then asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

She was stunned by the sudden change of subject and shook her head.

Because the crew was busy, lunch was delayed and she ate late, so she was not hungry when she got home.

Zhuang Mowen asked, "Can I invite you to dinner?"

Sanfu: "Huh?"

But he had already stood up, took the coat that was hanging beside him when he entered the door, and put it on neatly.

"In exchange, I won't run tomorrow night on the first day of the new year."

Sang Fu looked down at Chuyi, then threw down the hair dryer and stood up immediately.

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The author has something to say: It’s “date” ~ Zhuang is very good at changing the concept

[covering face and peeking]

Update at 9pm

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