Chapter 76 Mature Mulberry Sensitive
The reason why this marriage that was based on mutual needs deteriorated was because of the appearance of Chen Jiawen.
Whether it was out of maintaining the marriage relationship or extending to his concern for Sang Fu, Zhuang Mowen could not deny that he was unconsciously nervous at the time.
There was indeed a sense of crisis.
In their agreement, feelings are free and they never prevent each other from liking others.
If she is tempted, relatively speaking, a younger man, a man of the same age as her, must have an advantage over him.
I like this word, it brings more than just heartache, more than just desire.
There will still be some gaps that can never be filled.
Zhuang Mowen is nearly 30 years old. When he was urged to get married two years ago, his family often said things like "You will be 30 in a few years, there is no need to rush. Your senior brother already had two children when he was doing his doctorate."
He didn't take it seriously. He had never been bothered by age before, but after meeting Sang Fu, Zhuang Mowen would occasionally wish that he could be a few years younger when he was sitting face to face with her in the cafe.
He sighed, listening to her unreassuring words of comfort, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
But when he turned his head and saw her serious expression, Zhuang Mowen's tight lips relaxed a little. He raised his hand and touched her head: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Sang Fu thought her comfort had really worked, and she was quite happy. She smiled with her eyes curved. "Then I'll go back first. You should hurry to school."
"Wait a minute," Zhuang Mowen remembered something and called her out just as she was about to get into the car. "Don't forget this in such a hurry."
Sang Fu turned around and Zhuang Mowen handed her a box of ointment. She was stunned.
She had forgotten about it after dinner. Before they got in the car, Zhuang Mowen went to a nearby pharmacy to buy it.
She sat obediently in the car and waited, and didn't follow him at all. It would have been easy to deal with Zhuang Mowen going alone, but if she followed him and said something about bruises and bloodshot, it would have been a case of trying to cover up the truth.
Seeing the box of medicine, the memories in the box came flooding back. Sang Fu's face felt slightly hot. She was about to reach out to take it, but the ointment moved away before her fingertips touched it.
Zhuang Mowen asked her considerately, "Do you want me to help you?"
Although he had said this before, it would be possible to put it into practice if he really got the medicine. Sang Fu said quickly, "No need, I can do it myself."
Zhuang Mowen was very concerned: "Is it okay?"
Sang Fu blushed: "Of course it can be done..."
"Then you have to wipe it carefully."
He pulled her hand that was suspended in mid-air and placed the box of medicine in her palm. He smiled gently and said, "I'll come back to check it out tonight."
Sanfu: "..."
…
In the second half of the month, Sangfu was busy with book signing events. She went online to find many videos of other authors holding book signing events.
She specializes in suspense, and the protagonists in her stories are only female, so the readers are almost all female. Sangfu did some homework and tried her best to give readers a good meeting experience.
Before going to bed, she was still moving the progress bar.
The tablet was playing a video of the book signing event. She watched a few of them in a row and suddenly clicked pause.
This author has held many book signings, handling them with ease and enthusiasm, always ending with "Love you, baby."
Sanfu wrote down the ending wording in her notebook.
After finishing writing, she sat on the bed, holding her forehead and staring at the five words. She was very troubled and did not move for a long time.
Baby.
Love you, baby.
As she stared at it, the last two words began to blur in front of her eyes.
"Are you comfortable, baby?"
Baby.
Apart from Sheng Weiyao, in real life, only Zhuang Mowen has ever called her that.
Just that one time.
In a daze, some confusing images gradually filled Sangfu's mind.
She lowered her gaze to the collar of her pajamas, revealing her smooth, flawless skin.
After applying the medicine, the marks on my chest have long since faded away.
Zhuang Mowen heard what he meant by checking, and that night he just lifted her up and checked her, and applied medicine to the areas with darker color, and did nothing else.
"Baby?"
Zhuang Mowen's voice suddenly rang in her ears, and Sang Fu turned her head abruptly. She had just been distracted and didn't notice when he got into bed.
Zhuang Mowen lowered his eyes, his lazy gaze moved away from the notebook in front of her, and raised it to her face, "Who are you going to call baby?"
“…” There was a lot of dense writing on the notebook, how come he had such sharp eyes that he could see this sentence at a glance.
Sanfu explained: "This is also in preparation for the book signing. I saw them all shouting like that."
Zhuang Mo Wen knew all of these, but today's was a bit strange.
She really doesn't seem like the type of person who could call him by such a familiar name, and even now she still calls him Professor Zhuang in a very formal manner.
Fortunately, it didn't get out. If it had gotten out, people would probably think they didn't look like a couple, but more like teacher and student.
It would be nice if it could be changed.
"Then I'll practice with you." He closed her notebook, "Go ahead."
She was given no time to recover, her heart pounding. She had never been so nervous when her name was called in class: "Just, just called?"
"Um."
Looking into his eyes, Sangfu's mind was filled with the sound of her heartbeat and she couldn't calm down at all.
"Wait a moment."
Sanfu closed her eyes, her face slightly wrinkled with seriousness.
She tried to repeat it silently in her mind, baby baby baby baby baby baby baby…
As soon as she opened her eyes, she met Zhuang Mowen's gaze, took a deep breath, and opened her mouth: "..."
Zhuang Mowen waited for a while. When he heard the sound of Chuyi throwing toys outside the door, he was sure that he was not deaf. "Where is the sound?"
Sang Fu looked at him and opened her mouth again: "..."
I really couldn't shout out. My throat felt like it was locked and I couldn't utter a single syllable.
She never even called Sheng Weiyao "baby".
Sang Fu was still a little depressed. She was about to say forget it when Zhuang Mowen combed her hair and his palm fell on the back of her neck along her hair.
His encouragement seemed a little nonchalant: "Why don't you try again?"
She thought, let's try again.
Sang Fu closed her eyes and composed herself. Just as she opened her mouth, the palm of her hand behind her neck applied a little force. The man chuckled softly and tilted his head to kiss her.
In fact, kissing Zhuang Mowen was very comfortable most of the time. This comfort often overwhelmed the slight feeling of suffocation caused by lack of oxygen, making her not want to stop.
So after every kiss, Sangfu's cheeks would always turn red, and she would lie limp and gasp for breath.
This time he kissed her a little deeper. Sangfu's lips were warm and soft, and every part of her mouth was very sensitive. When he touched her, her whole body would tremble slightly.
Gradually, she could no longer lean on the head of the bed and fell onto the mattress.
Zhuang Mowen propped herself up a little, her black hair spread out, her fair cheeks flushed, and she looked at him with a look of drowsiness.
"Baby." Zhuang Mowen lowered his head and kissed her soft earlobe. "Repeat it."
Every time at this time, her consciousness is still a little fuzzy and she is very easy to coax.
Although, he didn't hold out much hope.
Sangfu shrank back when she was kissed, her breath falling on his cheek, but other than that, she didn't say a word.
Zhuang Mowen kissed her back and looked at her again.
The corners of her eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to cry, which was rare. It was unclear whether it was because of the kiss or because she was embarrassed.
"I really can't scream."
He couldn't help laughing and pinched her face.
"No, forget it."
It's no big deal.
"It's just some nicknames. If you can't say it, then don't worry." Zhuang Mowen said, "Everyone in this world is different. They have their strengths, and you have your own special qualities."
"Your strength is sincerity."
It is precious and ardent sincerity.
"As long as I've met you and talked to you, I can feel it."
It was because of this kind of her that he was attracted to her and married her.
He would always remember that autumn when she sat at the table, holding a cup of hot cocoa, and calmly asked him if he wanted to marry her.
Although his eyebrows and eyes are soft, they appear decisive and resolute.
Zhuang Mowen was very glad that he gave a positive answer.
…
A few days before the book signing event, Sang Fu and Zhuang Mowen were going to attend the wedding of Teacher Zhong's grandson.
When Sangfu was a child, she attended two relatives' weddings with her parents, and now she can't remember what happened.
Teacher Zhong is not from Lincheng, and the wedding is not in Lincheng. They traveled across two cities before arriving at the hotel they booked.
Because of Zhuang Mowen's work, they missed the rehearsal and the wedding officially started the next day, but Teacher Zhong had already arranged a dinner and was waiting for them to go.
Professor Zhong was Zhuang Mowen's supervisor during his doctoral studies. Zhuang Mowen was his most proud and last student. He has been retired for many years now.
To Zhuang Mowen, Teacher Zhong is both a teacher and a father. Even though they are in different cities, Zhuang Mowen will take time to visit him every year after graduation.
When she pushed the door open, Sang Fu thought there would be a lot of people, but there was only Teacher Zhong sitting there, no outsiders.
"Teacher Zhong." Zhuang Mowen put down the gift and called out respectfully.
"Mo Wen! Come and sit down." Teacher Zhong's face was rosy, and he didn't look like a man in his sixties at all. He glanced at Sang Fu and his eyes lit up, "This girl is..."
"Teacher Zhong," Sang Fu felt Zhuang Mowen tighten his grip on her hand and introduced herself to her in a clear voice, "She is Sang Fu."
Sang Fu also greeted him generously: "Hello, Teacher Zhong, I am Sang Fu, and I have heard of you for a long time."
Teacher Zhong was not at all arrogant. He waved them over and said, "He told me about you. Come on, come on, don't stand. Sit down."
After they all sat down, Teacher Zhong sighed and said to Sang Fu, "I thought this kid was a hard-working man. Last spring, his grandfather asked me to help him get married, but he kept giving me the runaround, saying there was no rush and he had no such idea. Who would have thought that just a short time later, this thousand-year-old hard-working man would actually bloom."
Sangfu smiled faintly.
She knew that Zhuang Mowen was being pressured into getting married, but she didn't know that even his teacher had been dragged into the camp. Now that she thinks about it, it's remarkable that he was able to withstand the voices from all sides at first and didn't compromise until his grandfather got into trouble.
Zhuang Mowen, who was being teased, didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He glanced at Sang Fu and laughed, "Speaking of which, it's all thanks to you and Grandpa for pushing me. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have become an iron tree in this life."
If I don’t urge her, I won’t go on a blind date, and I may never meet her in this life.
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