Chapter 8 Raw Mulberries “Would you like to try touching it?”…
Sang Fu had already made the worst-case scenario in her mind, but the next moment, her palm felt empty and the suitcase handle slipped out of her hand and was taken away by someone.
She lowered her eyes, and the hand holding the lever was white, well-proportioned, and large, with clear veins on the back of her hand.
"Of course." Zhuang Mowen replied.
Unconsciously, he walked closer than when they met just now, but it was still a comfortable distance. But even so, his tall figure was enough to completely block Sangfu's view through the suitcase.
How tall is he?
When Sheng Weiyao first asked this question, Sang Fu returned to Jin Qiong's chat page and found the introduction she had originally sent to her.
"Zhuang Mowen, 28 years old, 188cm tall, 80kg in weight, no bad habits..."
He weighs twice as much as her and is 28 centimeters taller than her.
When Sanfu looked up, she could see the natural folds on his jacket and the beige color on his forearm that suddenly caught her eye.
Before he could figure out what it was, Zhuang Mowen picked it up.
Then my shoulders felt heavy.
The cold wind that was just raging on her skin was instantly isolated.
Sang Fu lowered her head and saw the familiar fabric. After a day of shopping and rushing back without stopping, her reaction was a little slow.
"The temperature here is low," Zhuang Mowen said, "ask Aunt Zhao to find a thicker coat in your room."
Sangfu said thank you softly without any hesitation, and quickly put on the windproof jacket and zipped it up tightly.
She came back from a trip and was still wearing a short-sleeved shirt. She could bear it for a while, but if she stayed that way for a long time, she might catch a cold.
The metal zipper head hit her chin. Sangfu stuffed her hands into her pockets, clenched her fingers, and her hands, which had been chilled by the wind, began to slowly warm up.
On the way to the car, another gust of cold wind blew over, and the broken hair brushed against Sang Fu's cold cheek and went into her neck. She shivered slightly.
Zhuang Mowen walked side by side with her. Whether it was by chance or because he had been paying attention to her condition, his voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Still cold?"
Zhuang Mowen took the only suitcase. She put her empty hands in her pockets. To be honest, the warmth in her pockets made Sang Fu feel lazy, and even her tone was a little lazy.
"No, it's just that my hair is a little itchy."
Her hair was just past her shoulders, so inevitably part of it would be caught in the raised collar, where it would get tangled up in a mess and poke at her flesh whenever it moved.
Thinking she could just endure it, she ignored it and continued walking forward against the wind with her head down.
Until someone gently touched the hair on the back of her neck.
There was only a slight movement, without any further warmth or touch. After that, the hair rested gently on the shoulders again, and the annoying itch disappeared.
When Sanfu turned her head, he was just withdrawing his hand. The distance that Ben had controlled very well was shortened because of her deviation.
Her cold cheek brushed against his fingertips, like brushing against a ball of fire.
After a slight pause, Sanfu said seriously: "Thank you. But your hands are so warm."
"……Yeah?"
Hearing this, Zhuang Mowen lowered his eyes and glanced at his hand hanging by his side.
Not knowing what he was thinking about, he looked away, but then he flexed his knuckles for no reason.
There seemed to still be a flowing warmth and a soft touch on it, which did not belong to him.
"Yeah," Sanfu nodded, recalling, "I felt it the last time I shook hands with you."
It feels like a stove on the skin.
At that time, she just thought that the temperature in the cafe was suitable. Now it seems that it was purely because of her good physique and had nothing to do with anything else.
After getting in the car, Sanfu sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt.
She took out her phone, which had been out of service for a long time, and suddenly paused, realizing something, and asked him, "Did you send me a message?"
"Well," Zhuang Mowen glanced at her, "is your phone out of battery?"
Sang Fu was surprised: "How do you know?"
"You didn't reply to the message. I called you later, but you told me my phone was turned off." Zhuang Mowen said slowly, "I just found you later and saw you trying to turn on your phone, but failed."
I guessed it.
Sang Fu charged her phone and turned it on. Sure enough, she saw the message that Zhuang Mowen was coming to pick her up, as well as a call from him.
Looking at the time, he must have come to find her immediately after learning that her phone was turned off and he couldn't contact her.
What happened today was truly beyond her expectations. Sang Fu stroked the lines on the seat belt with her fingertips and was silent for a moment before speaking again:
"Professor Zhuang."
"Um."
"Did you come here specially to pick me up?"
She didn't look at him, but she heard him laugh clearly.
Zhuang Mowen asked back, "Isn't it possible?"
There is nothing wrong with that.
Sanfu thought about it and said, "It's just that the car is a bit troublesome."
"I hired a designated driver," Zhuang Mowen said, "I was originally planning to take your friend back, but..."
He hesitated to speak. Sang Fu thought of Sheng Weiyao's revealing look before she left, and felt a little embarrassed.
Her phone was on. She had parked her car a little far away, and Sheng Weiyao had just reached the spot when she sent her a message: "Baby, why is there a designated driver here? Did you call one? Don't you trust my skills?"
Sang Fu replied: [Professor Zhuang invited me here. Please give him the key.]
Sheng Weiyao: [Wow, Professor Zhuang is so thoughtful.]
[Then after he drops me off, you can have him drive directly back to your house, hehe.]
Perhaps realizing her state of mind, Zhuang Mowen didn't finish his sentence, but naturally changed the subject: "People are usually tired after returning from a trip, and the temperature in Lincheng has dropped again. I feel more at ease coming here."
"but……"
Sang Fu moved and turned her head to look at him.
His profile has smooth lines, a high nose bridge, and beautiful bones, and he is extremely handsome.
The light and shadow of the street lamp changed, and there was a hint of gentleness between the man's brows, looming in the light and shadow.
She heard the last half of his sentence.
"Even without these prerequisites, it is only natural for me to take you home."
…
Jinyuan.
After Sang Fu reported to Jin Qiong that she was safe, she sent her the gift order number.
She bought too many gifts. Now that she was married, not only her family but also Zhuang Mowen's family was present. The gifts alone were enough to make her very busy.
All the gifts were mailed back to Lincheng and could not be brought back.
Zhuang Mowen was right. Coming back from a trip was indeed the most tiring thing.
After returning home, Sang Fu ate a few mouthfuls of food in a hurry. Her body was running out of energy, so she couldn't eat anymore. She went upstairs to wash up and slept until the next morning.
She is used to getting up early. Even if she stayed up until the early morning the day before, she would basically get up around eight o'clock, wait until after lunch, and then selectively take a nap.
On the third day after returning to Lincheng, the gifts were mailed one after another.
During dinner, Aunt Zhao reminded Sang Fu: "Miss Sang, two packages were delivered this afternoon. I left them in the living room."
Only then did Sang Fu remember that she had also sent two to Jinyuan.
"Aunt Zhao, there's one for you. Just take any one you want."
Aunt Zhao was surprised: "Me?"
She looked at Zhuang Mowen, who shook his head cluelessly.
"I went out for fun a few days ago, and I brought you some local specialties," Sanfu said. "I've tried them, and they taste pretty good."
"I have one too." Aunt Zhao came back to her senses and smiled so happily that her crow's feet appeared. She said thank you several times in a row and went over to take both packages.
"Then there's another one?"
Sang Fu stared at the package and fell into deep thought. After a while, she looked at Zhuang Mowen on the side and said, "In fact, it should be given to you."
Zhuang Mowen asked her, "What if it's not reasonable?"
Sangfu: "I want to eat too."
She forgot to save some for herself.
Zhuang Mowen looked at Sang Fu and couldn't help laughing.
He finally realized that although she was young and looked cute, and often said words like "thank you" as if she could do anything, she actually did not put herself in a difficult position at all.
If you want something, you will say it, and say it openly.
Just like when she proposed the contract marriage.
"no problem."
As she finished speaking, there was a slight noise in the living room. Sang Fu looked over and found that Chuyi had woken up and slowly stood up from the doghouse.
From a distance, a man and a dog looked at each other.
Because of Xiaoguai, Sangfu had some knowledge about the matter, so she didn't look at him for too long, fearing that Chuyi would think it was a provocation. But this reminded her of the toy that had been forgotten in her bag for many days, and she seemed to have forgotten to give it away.
Just as she finished her meal, she went straight upstairs.
Sanfu returned to the bedroom and searched for a long time before she found the bag she had carried that day and the handbag with the toys in it.
When she went downstairs with the bag, Aunt Zhao was mopping the floor. Zhuang Mowen was not there, and Chuyi was not in the doghouse either.
Sang Fu walked down the last few steps and asked Aunt Zhao, "Where's Chuyi?"
Aunt Zhao said, "Mr. Zhuang is going to take Chuyi out and take him upstairs to put on the leash."
As she was speaking, she heard footsteps behind her. Sang Fu turned around and saw Zhuang Mowen walking towards her with Chuyi. Seeing her standing there, Zhuang Mowen asked, "What's wrong?"
"We haven't given out all the gifts yet." Sang Fu looked at Chuyi and didn't dare to go forward. She just took out two toys from her handbag and handed them to Zhuang Mowen, "This is for Chuyi."
Zhuang Mowen was surprised: "Give it to Chuyi?"
"Yeah." Sanfu said, "Everyone has it, it can't be left alone."
Zhuang Mowen raised his eyebrows slightly and looked down at Chuyi: "You are so lucky, you met someone who is so scared that he would give you a gift..."
He raised his eyes to meet Sangfu's, paused, lowered his eyes and added: "Sister."
Aunt Zhao held the mop and thought carefully, thinking something was wrong: "Mr. Zhuang, isn't this confusing the generations?"
Sanfu didn't say anything, but she felt a little bit too.
"No," Zhuang Mowen said seriously, "I'm Chuyi's older brother."
Sanfu: "..."
Aunt Zhao: “…”
The toy was a wagging cloth doll. Chuyi held it in his mouth and rolled excitedly on the ground, his tail shaking like a propeller.
Zhuang Mowen said that Chuyi was very good at taking apart this kind of toys, so he didn't buy them for her often, so that she would be prepared for the toys to be ripped open.
"It's out of curiosity," Zhuang Mowen said. "Tearing the toy doesn't mean any harm."
Sanfu nodded in understanding.
"It doesn't matter, if it breaks, just buy another one—"
A strange sound was heard. She looked over and saw that the cloth doll was spitting out cotton. The small part inside that made sound had been held in Chuyi's mouth.
Sanfu: "This is too fast."
Zhuang Mowen squatted down and took the part out of Chuyi's mouth, "Chuyi, say thank you to your sister."
Chuyi is very smart and understands human nature. He probably saw that the toy came from Sangfu's hand, so he understood who gave it to him. He immediately put on his silly look towards Sangfu, wagging his big tongue.
Sang Fu waved her hand and smiled: "You're welcome, go and have fun."
Zhuang Mowen stood up, but had no intention of taking Chuyi away. He asked Sang Fu, "Do you want to try to touch it?"
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