"You just work and deliver things, and never tell anyone how you feel about Shushu. Do you want Shushu to guess what you're thinking?" Old Mrs. Mu asked her son unhappily.

Gu Zhenyuan opened his mouth, "I..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mr. Gu.

"I've already told you, men should be more decisive. Women's minds are not to be guessed, but men should just open their hearts and show them clearly."

Gu Zhenyuan was so embarrassed that he couldn't raise his head. He touched the back of his neck and said, "I want to proceed step by step, so that Sister Yunshu can feel my feelings through my various actions, and then confess to her."

Old Madam Mu rolled her eyes and said, "According to your step-by-step approach, Shushu has already agreed to Feng Anguo, so how can it be your turn?"

"This person needs to be more proactive. Others will then feel that you really like her and that you like her as a person. For example, Feng Anguo was very proactive and directly asked Old Zou to act as a matchmaker."

"That's right." Old Master Gu nodded and said, "I fell in love with your mother at first sight. I took flowers and confessed my feelings to her the next day. Your mother didn't even know me yet. Although your mother didn't accept it at the time, I immediately let her know my feelings for her."

"Then I actively pursued her, letting your mother see my sincerity towards her. This moved her, and she agreed to be with me."

"You have to let people feel your feelings first. It's really too slow to just express your love out loud."

"That's right." Old Madam Mu glared at her son and said, "Your father and I are both impatient people, so how could we give birth to a slow-paced son like you?"

Gu Zhenyuan scratched his cheek, maybe he really did it the wrong way.

Mrs. Mu sighed and said, "Zhenyuan, Shushu, you are already middle-aged, and both sides have experienced a lot in terms of feelings. You should be more straightforward in your feelings."

Gu Zhenyuan nodded, "I, I understand."

In the middle of the night, Zhang Jiao, who had drunk too much noodle soup at night, woke up because she had to pee.

She wanted to pee, so she pushed Lin Guodong who was snoring beside her.

"Guodong, Guodong."

Lin Guodong, who was sleeping soundly, frowned, turned over and continued to sleep.

"Guodong, wake up, wake up." Zhang Jiao pushed a little harder.

Lin Guodong was pushed awake, and being grumpy, he sat up with great movement.

He reached out and turned on the light, then looked at Zhang Jiao angrily and scolded her, "Zhang Jiao, is your mother sick? Can't you let me sleep at this hour?"

Zhang Jiao was stunned for a moment, feeling sad, aggrieved and angry.

"I need to pee," she said.

Lin Guodong frowned and said, "If you want to pee, just go by yourself. Why do you need me to hold you there?"

Zhang Jiao's eyes turned red and she said with great grievance, "My tail is broken and there's no one to help me up or get out of bed. How am I supposed to go?"

"I'm injured and need to get up at night. I woke you up to help, but you're so mean and impatient."

It's like this now. If she gets old and sick and needs someone to take care of her, I definitely won't be able to rely on her.

Lin Guodong didn't say anything. He got out of bed with a dark face and reached out to pull Zhang Jiao up. Zhang Jiao moved to the edge of the bed little by little, and Lin Guodong helped her out of bed.

"Get me the spittoon under the bed." Zhang Jiao sniffed and found that she couldn't bend down.

Lin Guodong's face remained gloomy. He bent down to take out the spittoon from under the bed, opened the lid, and muttered, "There are so many things to do every day."

Zhang Jiao took off her pants and asked Lin Guodong to support her. She endured the pain and slowly squatted down.

“Huahuahua…”

Hearing the sound of Zhang Jiao peeing, smelling the urine odor, and seeing her squatting to pee, Lin Guodong closed his eyes with a look of disgust.

"puff……"

Zhang Jiao let out a long, loud, smelly fart.

"It stinks." Lin Guodong fanned his nose with his hand in disgust.

"Are you done?" Lin Guodong asked impatiently.

Zhang Jiao's expression was somewhat painful. "Not yet. I still need to poop."

She hadn't pooped for two days, and once she let out that stinky fart, her intestines were cleared, and she couldn't stop the poop from coming.

Hearing this, Lin Guodong's eyes went dark. "Zhang Jiao, you're really good at pooping in this room so late at night. How can you sleep in this room after pooping?"

You can put the spittoon outside the house after you poop, but the stench of poop in the house won't go away for a while.

"Um..." Zhang Jiao grabbed Lin Guodong's hand tightly, her whole body was exhausted.

She didn't want to poop in front of Lin Guodong in the room, but the shit came and she couldn't hold it in. There was nothing she could do.

A smell even stinkier than Zhang Jiao's fart just now spread throughout the room.

"Ugh..." Lin Guodong retched several times out of nausea, and covered his mouth and nose tightly with his hands.

He took a quick glance at Zhang Jiao, who was sitting on a spittoon with her bare bottom taking a shit. He just thought she looked really disgusting.

I just wanted to shake off her hand and leave this stinking room.

Because she drank less water while in the hospital, Zhang Jiao's stool was very dry and slow to pass.

After seven or eight minutes of defecation, Lin Guodong supported her while she wiped her butt with paper and threw it into the spittoon.

Lin Guodong helped her sit on the bed, pinched her nose, and covered the spittoon lid.

"Guodong, take the spittoon outside and open the window to get some fresh air." Zhang Jiao said to Lin Guodong with some embarrassment.

Lin Guodong said unhappily, "Are you still saying this?"

After saying that, he took the spittoon, opened the door and walked out.

Lin Guodong put the spittoon outside the room, stood outside to get some fresh air, and then went in.

I opened the window and a gust of cold air rushed in.

Then he walked out of the house again.

"Guodong, where are you going?" Zhang Jiao stopped him and asked.

Lin Guodong wrinkled his nose and said, "This room stinks. I'm going to sleep in my dad's room."

After saying that, Lin Guodong closed the door and left.

Zhang Jiao looked at the closed door and punched the quilt angrily.

Zhang's mother and Junjun slept in the compartment where Lin Yongnian slept before, and Lin Yongnian slept in the room where Lin Jianshe slept before. After Lin Jianshe was kicked out, Lin Yongnian opened the blocked door.

But the door that opened outwards before was not blocked by a wall. The room where Lin Guodong and Zhang Jiao slept was the same, with two doors in one room, one facing outwards and the other leading to the living room.

Lin Yongnian was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night when he was woken up by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Lin Yongnian asked after turning on the light.

Lin Guodong: "Dad, it's me. Open the door. I want to sleep with you tonight."

Lin Yongnian got out of bed with a puzzled look on his face, opened the door, and stepped aside to let Dong in.

"Why did you come to sleep with me?" asked.

Lin Guodong took off his shoes and went to bed. "Zhang Jiao defecated in the spittoon in the room. The room stinks. I can't sleep at all."

Lin Yongnian returned to the bed, took a deep breath, and smelled the stench of feces on Lin Guodong.

How smelly must Zhang Jiao's shit be? It can make everyone in the same room smell like shit.