Chapter 42 Half-ripe mulberries are within easy reach
The night is dark, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the faint moonlight is bright and hazy.
Sang Fu sat in the passenger seat and watched Zhuang Mowen place the flowers steadily on the back seat before walking around to the driver's seat.
As the heavy car door closed, the clamor and bustle that had been lingering in my ears just a second ago became like the fog in the distant mountains, and suddenly became unreal.
The surroundings fell silent, but the words of Feifei and the others a few minutes ago were still ringing in her ears. Sang Fu looked at him and said, "Professor Zhuang, we don't need to be so polite in front of them..."
My cheeks suddenly felt hot.
Zhuang Mowen suddenly came close to her, and Sang Fu was caught off guard as the remaining two words "acting" were stuck in her throat before she could even utter them.
Sangfu instinctively tilted her head back and opened her eyes slightly.
Just as my heartbeat returned to normal, there were signs of chaos again.
She and he were very close, but Zhuang Mowen kept his eyes down as if he didn't notice. He had handsome eyebrows and thick black eyelashes.
He reached for her shoulder, hooked his hand around her seatbelt, and explained, "Traffic is heavy here. We need to get out quickly, or we'll probably get stuck."
With a crisp sound, the seat belt was neatly inserted into the buckle. He paused, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he raised his eyes to meet hers.
"What did you just say?"
Every curve of his eyes was exquisite, his eyes were very deep, and although the car was dim, he looked at her with a gentle and gentle light in his eyes.
Their breathing was shallow, gently connecting and then separating.
For a moment, Sang Fu couldn't figure out whether he really didn't hear clearly or did it on purpose, but there was one thing: the same words, said to him face to face to this extent, she couldn't say them out loud for some reason.
I'd rather not say anything more. From a legal perspective, he's not wrong anyway.
Thinking of this, Sangfu looked away: "...Nothing, let's go."
She pursed her lips, and Zhuang Mowen's gaze fell, lingered for a moment, and then moved away: "Yeah."
Sangfu waited for a few seconds, but he still didn't move.
She had no choice but to look at Zhuang Mowen: "Aren't we leaving?"
"Yes, I am leaving," he smiled, reasonably, "but you haven't sent me the hotel location yet."
“…”It seems so.
I don't know where he is going.
Sanfu quickly reached for her phone and said, "I'll send it to you now."
After she finished sending the message, Zhuang Mowen drove out of the crowded lane.
The familiar interior of the car came into view. It was Zhuang Mowen's own car. Sang Fu was incredulous: "Did you drive here from Lincheng?"
The journey was long, and the crew didn't give them any rest time when they set out. Sang Fu had been busy all day, and if she drove here by herself, she was afraid of falling asleep and getting into trouble, so she took the high-speed rail and took a taxi here.
The high-speed rail takes two hours, but driving here takes nearly four hours.
"Um."
It turns out that he was coming over today. No wonder he suddenly asked her about her get off work hours a few days ago.
Sangfu also felt dizzy.
To be honest, not only Feifei and the others were exhausted, she was also very tired. It is always against human nature to make up for sleep during the day, not to mention that there is not that much sleep time. It is all trivial. You can find a gap to take a nap while sitting or standing.
Especially now, with the constant heating in the car, the string in my head that was always taut suddenly loosened, my cells were clamoring with fatigue, and even the scenery that was speeding away in front of me seemed like a hypnosis.
Sang Fu felt her consciousness slowly slipping away. In her drowsiness, she heard Zhuang Mowen's voice suddenly ring out:
"You told them you don't have a boyfriend?"
Sang Fu lifted her heavy eyelids and hummed softly. She was so sleepy that her answers to questions were all subconscious, unable to get past the mental barrier: "There wasn't one in the first place."
Zhuang Mowen wanted to say something, but when he turned his head, he saw that she looked drowsy. Perhaps she thought he had something else to say, so she forced herself to blink several times, her eyelashes fluttering.
He looked away.
There was no choice but to swallow his words and slow down the car.
They were in the city, and the lights were bright. The light shining through the windshield was inevitably dazzling. Even with her eyes closed, Sang Fu could still feel the strong light and frowned unconsciously.
Suddenly, a dry and warm hand passed over the central armrest, gently stroked her forehead, and then blocked her eyes.
Zhuang Mowen lowered his voice and said, "It will take a while, go to sleep first."
…
As the light softened, Sang Fu fell asleep quickly and soundly. She didn't even know when she arrived at the hotel. She only woke up after Zhuang Mowen called her twice.
Zhuang Mowen unbuckled his seatbelt and gave her a push. "We're here."
After getting off the car, Sang Fu took the flowers and walked along the road she often walked on. But today she felt unnatural. She felt as if many eyes were on her as she walked along.
She looked down at the flowers in her arms, which were still fresh with water droplets hanging on them.
It was already past ten in the evening. Sang Fu had eaten a box lunch with the crew in the afternoon, but after thinking about it, she asked the person next to her, "Professor Zhuang, have you had dinner yet?"
He asked back, “Have you eaten?”
She nodded.
"I've eaten too," Zhuang Mowen said, "Go up first."
He hadn't planned to ask her to eat at this time today, and seeing that she was sleeping so soundly in the car, he thought she was probably too tired in the past two days. Now that she had some free time, she should prioritize rest.
Hotels near Hengdian were already busy, and since she didn't have a car, she decided not to go it alone and stayed with the crew. When she got to her floor, she ran into a few colleagues from the crew who were staying there in the hallway.
She and Zhuang Mowen walked side by side, holding flowers. Although Zhuang Mowen was several years older than her, they were not much different in generation, both in age and appearance. Basically, one could tell what their relationship was without asking, and everyone's smile was meaningful.
After finally reaching her room, Sangfu swiped her card to open the door and leaned sideways: "Come in."
She put the flowers down and went to the bathroom to wash her hands and face. She heard footsteps and raised her head to see Zhuang Mowen walking in.
Water droplets rolled down. Sangfu made way for him to wash his hands and took out a face towel to wipe her face.
When his vision returned to clarity, Zhuang Mowen had already turned off the faucet and was wiping his hands.
He lowered his eyes and wiped very carefully. Maybe it was a habit brought up from experiments, but he wiped everything from his palms to his fingers, between his fingers, front and back.
She went to the kitchen and got him a glass of water.
Zhuang Mowen didn't feel thirsty, but he still took a sip before putting it down.
"Professor Zhuang."
Sanfu looked at the time.
"Where is the hotel you booked? Is it close to here? Will it be inconvenient to go there?"
Zhuang Mowen was stunned: "Hotel?"
She nodded, her eyes watery under the light, looking at him without any doubt: "Aren't you here on business?"
If she hadn't said that, Zhuang Mowen himself wouldn't have known he was on a business trip. His chest trembled, and he smiled blankly: "Who told you?"
Sanfu blinked: "I guessed it myself."
As if she was certain that this was the truth, without waiting for his answer, Sang Fu's eyes moved slightly, and she walked around him towards the flowers.
Zhuang Mowen turned around and looked at her back, feeling depressed but also wanting to laugh.
It turns out that he came all the way here, but she thought he was just on a business trip and came to see her?
What's the reason? To maintain the partnership? Does he have such bad intentions?
Sang Fu fiddled with the petals of the freesia. There was no vase here at the moment, so she thought that she should remember to buy one when she came back tomorrow, and then take good care of them. They should be able to bloom until the day of completion.
With her thoughts turning over and over as she stared at the flower, Sangfu's drowsiness finally dissipated and she remembered the question that had been on her mind from the very beginning.
She turned around and said, "Professor Zhuang."
Zhuang Mowen, standing under the lamp, tall and handsome, responded.
"If you were on a business trip, why did you send me flowers?"
In her memory, Zhuang Mowen would travel everywhere on business, sometimes nearby, sometimes farther away. Even though he was on vacation, with his fame, he probably had no shortage of invitations.
We live in the same city, so coming to see her is understandable, but sending flowers, especially on Valentine's Day...
Could it be that because it’s Valentine’s Day today and flowers are being sold everywhere, he bought a bouquet too?
She couldn't figure it out, so she could only look at Zhuang Mowen.
Not far away, at a distance of two or three meters, she saw Zhuang Mowen's gaze move from the bouquet in her hand to slowly meet her eyes.
Then he walked over.
There was a counter behind Sanfu, and there was no place to retreat.
Inexplicably, she recalled the scene in the car just now.
It was so close that she found it difficult to control her breathing. She just wanted to slow down, go lighter, and become silent.
Zhuang Mowen didn't stop until he reached her.
His face was deeply outlined by light and shadow. His eyes were fixed on her from the moment he started walking to the moment he stopped, never moving away.
This feeling is very familiar.
Sanfu searched carefully in her mind.
Like the day when the first snow fell, his expression when he walked towards her from afar was focused, serious and determined.
"Do you really want to know?"
Sanfu nodded: "I thought so."
She felt that Zhuang Mowen wanted to say something, but he hesitated to open his mouth. Later, he stopped looking at her, but tilted his head and his eyes fell on the flowers.
Zhuang Mowen raised his hand and gently touched the petals. Water droplets wet his fingertips. He lowered his eyelashes to cover the flicker in his eyes.
He had done countless experiments, big and small, but he never thought that one day he would feel a little nervous.
"Sanfu."
She heard him take a deep breath, and his deep eyes met hers again. Zhuang Mowen continued, "Actually, I..."
"Knock, knock, knock."
The conversation was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. Zhuang Mowen paused, and Sang Fu's attention was drawn to the direction of the door.
She turned around and said to Zhuang Mowen, who looked a little unnatural, "Professor Zhuang, please wait a moment. It might be someone from the crew looking for me."
So Zhuang Mowen stood there, watching Sang Fu walk past him and open the door.
“…”
He leaned against the counter and closed his eyes. The door opened. Her voice was a little soft, and he didn't know what she said. Not long after, he heard Sang Fu calling him, her tone was very puzzled: "Professor Zhuang."
Zhuang Mowen turned his head and saw Sang Fu standing at the door with a confused look on her face. Their eyes met, and he lowered his gaze and suddenly frowned.
Not far away, Sangfu looked down at the pink rose in her arms, then looked at him.
"Did you give this bouquet to me too?"
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
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The author has something to say: Who sent the flowers, and who dared to interrupt our Professor Zhuang's confession?!
Xiao Fu's feelings are gradual and subtle. Just because she didn't notice doesn't mean she has no feelings for Zhuang [poor]
I'm late today, so the red envelope dropped [poor] Thank you all for your support. I'm so happy every time I see your comments.
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