Chapter 70 Mature Mulberry Jealousy
In April, the park is covered with greenery. Beside the lake, willows sway swaying with their slender branches full of flowers, gently hanging down into the clear lake.
It was still bright when Sangfu came out. Not long after she arrived at the park, a few dark clouds floated over and gradually covered the entire city. The sky immediately darkened by several degrees.
Spring is a rainy season. Since the beginning of spring, Lincheng has had several rains, all of which were drizzles. They fell tirelessly and continuously, with so much energy that the air was filled with the smell of damp earth.
However, the dark clouds looked so powerful that they made people feel scared. Moreover, Sang Fu did not bring an umbrella when she went out. She was afraid of getting soaked, so she hurriedly took Chuyi for a walk and then returned to Jinyuan without stopping.
As soon as I stepped into the yard, raindrops as big as beans fell down densely.
Landing on the thick dog fur, Chuyi's tail was raised high, and he was so excited that he wanted to run around the yard, but he was pulled by the leash, so he had to give up.
Sangfu raised her hands to cover her head and rushed forward.
Suddenly, at some point, she realized that the rain above her head had stopped, and the sound of the rain falling became muffled. She looked up and saw a large suit jacket blocking her head.
The ink-black color forms a clear boundary with the sky, like a narrow safe haven.
When did he come back?
This thought flashed through Sangfu's mind, and the next second, the coat hood was pulled down over her head, covering her entire head and shoulders.
Her vision was completely dark.
A hand clasped her shoulders, and the man's low, short voice pierced through the rain: "Hurry."
She followed him and ran. After who knows how many breaths, the sound of rain was left behind and became distant.
Someone lifted her coat from the bottom up. Sang Fu raised her eyelashes in the direction of the light. She ran so fast that her breathing was not steady, but her eyes were bright. "You're back so early?"
In comparison, Zhuang Mowen looked much more miserable. The rain had soaked his black shirt, leaving deeper marks on it and clinging to his sturdy body.
Water droplets dripped down his face, and his eyelashes were wet in clumps.
When his eyelashes got wet, his eyes looked darker, his outlines deeper, and his face more colorful. His usually gentle brows now showed a hint of sharpness.
"I had nothing to do this afternoon, so I came back early."
This was a privilege the school had granted him a long time ago, but Zhuang Mowen had never used it before.
What he said was true. After finishing all the classes today, he really had nothing to do. But it was not just because of this, but because he couldn't help but think of her when he had free time, so he came back.
When the rain started to fall, he just got out of the car and turned around to see Sang Fu entering the yard. He didn't think too much about it, but just didn't want her to get wet in the rain, so he subconsciously took off his coat.
The rain was very heavy today. After just a few steps, my coat was almost soaked. Fortunately, it was enough to protect her for a short time.
He raised his hand and wiped the first few drops of rain from her cheek with the back of his hand. It was strange that although she looked so thin, her face was very full and her flesh was soft, and it felt especially good to the touch.
"Go change your clothes first."
After returning upstairs, Sangfu took her clothes and went into the bathroom to change. She was covered by her coat the whole time, so her hair was only a little wet, but she was too lazy to blow dry it.
After changing his clothes, Sang Fu remembered that he was still injured and couldn't get wet.
The abrasion on his forehead was small and had almost healed in the past few days. It was barely visible with a little hair covering it, so he rested at home for two days and then returned to work.
There are a few scary wounds on my arms, probably caused by some sharp object. There are several long cuts, and I have to change the gauze every day. It will take a while to heal.
There was no sign of him in the bedroom. He had asked her to go to the bathroom to change clothes. Sangfu didn't know whether he had gone to the guest room to take a shower. She was about to go out to look for him, but at this moment, a faint sound came from the cloakroom.
She turned abruptly and ran over: "Your injury..."
In the cloakroom, Zhuang Mowen, with his upper body naked, was raising his hand to take the clothes hanging in the closet. When he heard the sound, he paused and turned his head to look over.
Her voice stopped abruptly.
Sanfu took a quick glance and turned around quickly.
Time seemed to stand still for two seconds, and soon she heard the sound continue. He must have put on his clothes. At the same time, Zhuang Mowen's voice rang out: "It's not the first time I've seen it."
"And when you first saw it, you touched it."
There was actually no hint of joking or teasing in his tone. If anything, it was probably just him calmly stating a fact with a smile on his face.
Sanfu stood against the wall, trying to explain her boldness: "I was really curious at the time."
"Aren't you curious now?" Zhuang Mowen pulled down his shirt and asked casually.
"no."
Sang Fu looked at the rain outside the window. Her thoughts were strange, but she didn't realize it. She said seriously, "Now I think that no matter how curious you are, you can't keep staring at other people's naked bodies for no reason."
There's something weird about that.
Footsteps came from behind, getting closer and closer. Sang Fu looked back and saw Zhuang Mowen, who had changed into a casual sweatshirt, walking behind her.
"Why not?" he said. "I'm not someone else."
His hair was dark and wet, probably because he had wiped it with a towel, so there was no water dripping from it. He casually brushed it back, revealing his handsome eyebrows and eyes.
Sang Fu didn't know how to respond to that sentence. As for the question of addressing, she had never even called Zhuang Mowen by his most basic name.
On the day of their wedding and moving, Zhuang Mowen had suggested that she change it, but she didn't change it at the time due to various psychological reasons. Now, as time has passed, it has become a habit, and she can't say anything else.
Not to mention any intimate titles.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Zhuang Mowen didn't continue the topic. His eyes turned slightly and stopped at her hair. Although he didn't blow-dry her hair, he grabbed her wet hair and asked, "Why didn't you blow-dry your hair?"
Sang Fu touched it and said, "It will be dry in a moment."
Being interrupted, she almost forgot what she wanted to ask in the first place, "By the way, is your injury okay?"
"It's okay. It hasn't been raining for too long. The rain hasn't seeped in there yet." Zhuang Mowen said.
"real?"
She watched Zhuang Mowen walk into the bathroom, and when he came out, he had a dry towel in his hand. She thought he was using it to wipe himself, but it landed on her hair instead.
Zhuang Mowen picked out a strand of wet hair by her ear, wrapped it in a towel and rubbed it gently. His strength was just right and he didn't pull the roots of her hair at all.
"Really? Or do you want to check it out for yourself?"
She shook her head and said softly, "I believe you."
Afraid that he would catch a cold, Sanfu pulled his hand down, pursed her lips and said, "Don't worry about me, go blow dry your hair."
"What about you?"
He was asking about her hair, but Sangfu didn't understand what he meant. She thought he was asking her what she was going to do. She thought for a moment and said, "There seems to be a hair dryer downstairs. I'll go and help Chuyi blow dry her hair."
Zhuang Mowen: "...help Chuyi?"
Sang Fu nodded: "Chu Yi came back with me and got caught in the rain too."
Zhuang Mowen looked at her in silence for a long time, and finally said, "Do you know how thick its fur is?"
Sangfu replied gently, "It will get wet no matter how thick it is."
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
As she spoke, she took the towel from his hand, hung it back in the bathroom, and considerately found the hair dryer in the cabinet before walking out.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but suddenly a very light sigh sounded in Sangfu's ears.
The rain outside the window was still dripping, but she really thought it was just an illusion and said:
"I put the hair dryer here. I'll go downstairs and check on Chuyi first..."
The next second after passing Zhuang Mowen, and the second after she finished speaking, Sang Fu's wrist tightened and she was pulled back.
Before she could speak, a kiss silenced all her unspoken words.
Perhaps because of the rain, his breath was unusually cool, the dampness hitting her face, and her lips were also moist and slightly cool. He lowered his head, and his hair fell with gravity, brushing against her forehead and eyebrows, bringing a few traces of moisture, just like this kiss.
After the kiss, she felt as if she had run through the yard again, panting and looking at him with her dark, misty eyes.
Zhuang Mowen put his nose against hers and whispered, "Why are you always so short on the first day of the new year?"
It seems to have been like this from the beginning to the end.
One time in winter, he and Chuyi were waiting for her to come home at the door together. At that time, they were not very familiar with each other, and she rarely took the initiative to talk to him. But that time, as soon as she entered the door, she asked him if she could feed Chuyi a snack, saying that it was very cold and tiring to wait for her outside.
Sanfu said, "No."
"Then why are you in such a hurry to blow it?"
Sanfu paused, confused: "Well...but if I don't help it blow, it won't blow."
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
In the end, Sanfu went down.
When I went back upstairs, Zhuang Mowen was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the second floor answering the phone, his hair already blow-dried.
She didn't listen to the content and went back to the bedroom quietly.
Even though their relationship is different now, she feels that even the closest relationship requires a certain amount of private space.
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and it was out of control.
She sat by the window and read for a while, when suddenly the bedroom door was gently pushed open.
Zhuang Mowen came over and said, "My mother just called and asked if we had decided on a date for the wedding."
In fact, the wedding was originally scheduled for spring, which was what they had initially agreed upon, but later they took Lin Guanghua's situation into consideration.
It was he who urged Zhuang Mowen to get married, so he must be the one who most wanted to witness the wedding in person.
Since this is to fulfill his wish, if he is absent from his grandson's wedding due to health reasons, it will only be another regret.
In addition, the rehabilitation doctor always told them that Lin Guanghua was in good physical condition when he was young and his body was strong even when he was old. Although he might not be able to get out of the wheelchair for the rest of his life, if he persisted in exercising and rehabilitation and passed the critical period, he would be no different from an ordinary person except for his mobility problems.
After the two families discussed it, they postponed the wedding again, waiting for Lin Guanghua to recover before officially planning it. Now that Lin Guanghua has returned to his residence to recuperate, his various functions are steadily recovering, and the wedding is indeed on the agenda.
Sangfu naturally had no objection to the wedding at that time, but if you really want to consult her opinion, she actually didn't want to have a wedding, but she also knew that they would not agree.
And now, she shook her head and said the same thing: "I have no opinion, everything is fine."
She is not a person who sticks to formalities. As long as they are still with each other, whether the wedding is held or not, when it is held, and whether it is grand or not are just for others to see. She really doesn't care.
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