Chapter 14: Stay with Mulberry and Share the Bed
The two people and the dog stood there, the air was frozen at that moment, and the awkwardness factor spread silently.
Sang Fu didn't know if she was scared silly or what, but she supported herself on the door with one hand and stopped where she was. Her dark eyes widened slightly as she looked at Zhuang Mowen for a long time without saying a word.
It was not until Chuyi snorted that she blinked as if waking from a dream.
"you……"
Zhuang Mowen closed his eyes almost helplessly.
No matter how much I planned, I never expected that the door would be opened on the first day of the new year, and at this critical moment.
There are differences between men and women, and the other party is only a girl in her early twenties, which is the stage when she feels the most shame.
After thinking it over, Zhuang Mowen said, "I..."
Just as he opened his mouth, he heard Sang Fu continue to say in a daze: "You practiced well."
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
Sangfu: "Can I... touch it? I'm quite curious."
Zhuang Mowen felt it was ridiculous, but: "...Okay."
"May I come inside?"
"……Can."
Afterwards, Zhuang Mowen watched Sang Fu walk in quickly from outside the door, mechanically reached out and touched his waist and abdomen, then turned around and walked back quickly.
“…”
Her figure quickly disappeared from sight. Zhuang Mowen was still a little unresponsive. He continued to wipe his hair with a towel and was about to close the door. As a result, when he reached the door, he almost bumped into Sang Fu who suddenly turned back.
Zhuang Mowen quickly supported her shoulders.
"I forgot to mention it."
Sangfu usually speaks slowly, but this time she speaks a little faster. Apart from that, there is no special change.
"Grandma told me that your phone was turned off and I couldn't get through."
He said: "I've been on the computer and my phone is dead."
"Oh, she asked you to call her back."
"Okay, I'll be back."
After another second, Sanfu said:
"Then I'll go back first."
"Okay, good night."
"good evening."
After she finished speaking, she turned around again and walked back quickly.
The bedroom door opened and closed, and the corridor became completely quiet, without a single extraneous sound being heard.
But Zhuang Mowen didn't move.
He stood there for what seemed like a long time, or maybe not very long.
When Zhuang Mowen came to his senses, he had been staring at the direction she left unconsciously for an unknown period of time.
After a long while, Zhuang Mowen closed the door.
He turned around and sighed deeply, the scene just now replaying in his mind like a slide show.
In the silence, Zhuang Mowen lowered his head and met Chuyi's innocent eyes.
He suddenly found it very funny.
He squatted down, grabbed the still-joking Chuyi's mouthpiece, and pointed at its nose: "You opened the door just because you heard a noise? Huh?"
Chuyi gave him an innocent smile in return.
…
Sangfu sat at the computer desk, typing away on the keyboard quickly.
[Firm and elastic, soft when relaxed...]
After she finished writing, she solemnly added a note in front of this line of words: "Muscle:".
Practice makes perfect. In the past, when she occasionally needed this kind of knowledge, she could only look for it online. It always felt vague, and she didn't have any friends around her who could feel it. Only Sheng Weiyao always told her firmly: "It's hard. Every time I touch it, it's hard."
She has been to several fan meetings of young idols, where there was an option to touch muscles during interactions, but Sangfu has always been skeptical.
At a fan meeting of this nature, idols will definitely try their best to perform, which will completely overpower Sheng Weiyao.
So, it was eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.
Sheng Weiyao, who was in her rental apartment, suddenly received a message from Sang Fu. It contained only a few concise words: "Weiyao, muscles are soft when they are relaxed." Sheng Weiyao sat up in bed with a sudden jerk: "How did you know?"
[You touched it? Whose did you touch?]
She knew Sang Fu too well, and she loved to tell the truth. If Sang Fu didn't have any actual basis for this statement, she probably wouldn't have rashly sent it to Sheng Weiyao.
But where did this evidence come from? Sheng Weiyao touched her chin. The more she thought about it, the more horrified she felt. She was already wide awake, and now she was even more awake.
[Don't tell me it's Professor Zhuang.]
After all, since it concerned Zhuang Mowen's privacy, Sang Fu originally didn't plan to tell Sheng Weiyao too much detail, she only wanted to talk about muscles, but she didn't expect Sheng Weiyao's investigative ability to be so strong that she guessed it directly.
She was silent for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, she could only reply: [Yeah.]
Sheng Weiyao: [Hahaha, we agreed to each get what they need. Why are you touching someone so late at night? But then again, how's Professor Zhuang's figure? Is it good?]
Sang Fu didn't think it was a big deal at first. She asked Zhuang Mowen and he agreed. It wasn't a direct hit. But now Sheng Weiyao kept talking about it, and she felt more and more embarrassed, as if she was a hooligan who was tempted by beauty.
But, Zhuang Mowen does have a good figure.
Even with clothes on, you can still see the signs of exercise, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
When he takes off his clothes, the undulations and ravines are clearly visible. These are muscles that can only be formed through years of habitual exercise. The degree of muscle is appropriate to his height, but not too strong, which makes him extremely appreciative.
[It was just an accident.] She ignored the second half of Sheng Weiyao's sentence.
[I’m not going to talk about Weiyao anymore, I need to go write.]
It would be too late to continue chatting, so she had the foresight to turn off her phone and look at the screen again.
The line of words she just typed was still on the computer screen.
Sang Fu calmed down, then clicked the Enter key and skillfully started a new line.
…
The next day was the weekend.
Junjun edited the film very quickly. He was busy with his studies and hobbies, and the finished product was already edited after only about a week of filming.
Around noon, Junjun forwarded her a short video from the WeChat official account: [Finished! Sister Fufu, thank you for your hard work during this period. You are such a kind person!]
Although Sangfu agreed to the task out of selfish motives, she was sincere and cooperative, so she accepted the compliment: "Thank you, you guys are great too."
[Hey, if you have time, come out and drink milk tea with me. It’s my treat!]
Junjun sent this sweetly, but then her true colors became clear: [But Sister Fufu, you're such a good person, and you should do your best to help others. Could you please forward this to your friends?]
Sangfu hasn't clicked in to read it yet, and doesn't plan to read it either.
Due to her personality, she rarely takes photos in private, and when she is photographed, she pretends to be calm and adapts to the camera. Many times, she thinks that they are really good people for not replacing her.
[OK. ]
She clicked to forward it to her Moments, edited a more formal text according to Junjun's ideas, and finally sent it.
Sangfu rarely updates her Moments and is one of those quiet and transparent people.
Now that it’s released, in addition to Sheng Weiyao who was the first to praise the high-intensity surfing, there are unexpectedly quite a few people who are giving her face and supporting her.
She has long lost contact with her elementary, middle and high school classmates, and most of the people who liked her posts were her college classmates.
[Looks good~ Support support~]
[It makes me want to go back to school]
[You're even prettier after not seeing you for a year! Let's have dinner together sometime!]
[Whoever first thought of using our little Sangfu as a model is truly a genius! We finally managed to capture you at your most beautiful!]
She was carefully replying to each one when her phone vibrated slightly. There was a new message from the producer that the editor had recommended to her: [Are you in Lincheng?]
Probably because she saw the Jiada promotional video she posted, Sangfu: [Yes.]
Siming: [That would be much more convenient. The crew has already decided on the filming location, which is in Lincheng.]
[The actors are basically confirmed. We will inform you of the exact time to join the crew by the end of this month at the latest.]
Sang Fu replied: [Okay, thank you for your hard work.]
After finishing the chat, Sang Fu answered Jin Qiong's call again. Jin Qiong was still very satisfied with her circle of friends. She just didn't like the way Sang Fu always stayed at home and didn't say a word.
"It's great to have the opportunity to exercise. I should go out more often, make more friends, and learn how to socialize."
Sang Fu nodded a few times, waited for them to start getting busy, and then hung up the phone sensibly.
Feeling a little thirsty, she got up and went downstairs to wash the fruit.
Aunt Zhao was cooking in the kitchen. Zhuang Mowen wasn't home today; he had an appointment and was eating out at noon. He had invited her in the morning, but she hadn't thought to herself, "Just us?"
"No, there's another friend of mine," Zhuang Mowen paused slightly, "He and I have a good relationship, so he knows you."
"Oh," Sanfu shook her head, "forget it."
She went to the refrigerator to take out a bunch of grapes, washed them, put them on a plate, and left a portion on the dining table: "Aunt Zhao, have some grapes."
Aunt Zhao's voice came from the kitchen, very loud: "Thank you, Miss Sang, you can eat first."
Sang Fu didn't say anything more and went upstairs. The moment she pushed the door open, her cell phone, which had been lying quietly on the bed for a long time, suddenly vibrated again.
She picked it up and saw that it was a notification from her circle of friends. Maybe someone had liked her post again.
I clicked in and saw that it was indeed a like, but the person who liked it...
It’s Zhuang Mowen.
Not only in her circle of friends, but also in the likes of that video account, Zhuang Mowen’s avatar appeared.
She looked at it for a while.
Send a message to Zhuang Mowen: [You liked my Moments post.]
…
"My beloved Professor Zhuang, why are you always so absent-minded when we have dinner together?" Siming stared at Zhuang Mowen, who had already checked his phone three times and was still doing so, with a forced smile. "Are you doing this on purpose?"
Zhuang Mowen raised his eyes and gave him a look: "Why don't you reflect on yourself and ask yourself if you are too idle."
"..." Siming laughed angrily, "Hey, it's you. You said you left halfway through the last meal, so you invited me over this time? I took time out of my busy schedule to come here. Do you have any shame?"
"Who the hell are you talking to?"
Seeing that he had been typing for a long time, Siming was so curious that he almost leaned over to see what was going on. However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, Zhuang Mowen turned the phone over and placed it on the table, so that he couldn't see anything.
Zhuang Mowen smiled and said, "Please respect my privacy."
Siming: "Okay, you are noble."
I don't know where this guy gets such a good reputation from. Every time he casually says something, he can hurt people to death. Why do so many people still follow him?
"I really want to record this mean scene of yours and show it to your wife," Siming said with anger, "I'm afraid I'm not in my right mind if I marry you."
As he was speaking, Zhuang Mowen's phone rang again.
He ignored Siming and turned it over to take a look.
Sanfu: [Oh, it seems so.]
[I forgot about it because I was nervous.]
The above text is about her reminding Zhuang Mowen that he liked her circle of friends and asking him if he clicked the wrong one.
Zhuang Mowen: [That's correct.]
Sangfu: [But if you like a post, others will see it.]
When Zhuang Mowen saw the news, he seemed to be able to imagine her serious look. He replied with a slight smile.
[We don't seem to have any mutual friends at school, do we?]
Siming was dull for a long time, but when he saw Zhuang Mowen looking at his phone, seemingly smiling, he suddenly became perceptive: "Zhuang Mowen, you're not chatting with your wife again, are you?"
Zhuang Mowen: "Yeah."
Siming: "Who is your wife? What does she look like? Do you have a photo? Let me take a look. Isn't she pretty?"
Zhuang Mowen didn't even raise his head: "It looks good. But it has nothing to do with you."
Siming felt a lump in his throat. "I just don't understand. You two are under a contract, so why do you chat so much every day? Do you have a task to post the chat records to the family group to prove your innocence?"
Zhuang Mowen replied, "Nothing," then put away his phone and looked at Siming, "I don't understand either."
Siming was stunned: "What don't you understand?"
Zhuang Mowen looked at him and smiled: "Are you holding a grudge against me because you're still single and still have to pay me a membership fee?"
Siming: “……?”
…
In the evening, Sang Fu finished typing and went downstairs to eat. She was slowly getting into the groove now, her efficiency was much higher than when she first started conceiving the story, and she was completing a lot more work each day.
When Zhuang Mowen said that they had no mutual friends, Sang Fu realized that it was indeed the case and that she was too cautious.
But later, Junjun still came to see her.
It is somewhat related to Zhuang Mowen's praise.
Junjun: [Sister Fufu! Although you may not quite understand my happiness, I still wanted to share it with you! Even our school's incredibly awesome Professor Zhuang liked this short video!]
Sanfu wasn't very good at pretending, nor was she very good at pretending to be ignorant when she knew the reason. She thought about it and finally replied with a simple and unpretentious reply: "Congratulations! You deserve it."
[No, hehe, maybe our advisor asked Professor Zhuang to like it. He usually likes the school’s official account, but it’s not often. We didn’t expect to see him like it, so we were very excited…]
Junjun continued talking for a while, then tactfully stopped chatting with Sangfu.
The sun set in the blink of an eye, and Sang Fu went downstairs. Chuyi was still playing in the yard. He was very energetic. Although fat, he could play on his own, unlike Zhuang Mowen who dragged him around. He could rest immediately, so his endurance was long.
Aunt Zhao was serving the dishes, and Chuyi was about to start eating. She looked around but didn't see Zhuang Mowen, so she went out and brought Chuyi back first, then turned back to pick up the toys that Chuyi had carried all over the yard.
Zhuang Mowen also said that he didn’t give it many toys, and now Sang Fu’s arms can hardly hold them all.
As she stood up, a cloth doll in her arms that had survived the dog's mouth fell out, and before Sanfu could react, her other hand came into view and picked it up.
Zhuang Mowen held the doll and took most of the toys from her arms. "It seems that some toys will be available for a limited time next time."
Knowing that he was talking about Chuyi throwing toys around, Sang Fu smiled and walked back with him: "This is the nature of the puppy. You can't expect it to clean up by itself."
"I can," Zhuang Mowen said, "I just haven't trained."
"Can it learn all this?" Sang Fu was a little surprised. She wanted to say it was very smart, but suddenly she remembered the scene when Chuyi opened the door from the inside last time, and swallowed the words.
If you can open the door, it will not be difficult to learn other skills.
When I entered the door, Aunt Zhao was pouring dog food, and Chuyi was sitting next to the bowl, looking forward to it.
The two walked inside, put the toys in the storage box, and then went to the kitchen to wash their hands.
Amidst the rushing sound of water, Zhuang Mowen spoke in silence, "Do you have time recently? My mother called me the day before yesterday and wanted us to go home for dinner."
These were all reasonable requests. Sang Fu nodded and asked, "You came back that day, right?"
"return."
As if understanding her unspoken concerns, Zhuang Mowen said, "It's just a meal. We won't stay overnight. Don't worry."
…
The meal was on a Friday.
After work, Zhuang Mowen came back to pick up Sang Fu and take them together, just in time for dinner.
The weather has been just so-so these past few days, either cloudy or rainy, and the air is always a little moist. The ginkgo leaves lining the road are also wet and heavy, and even the wind can't blow them away.
Sang Fu was worried on the way there. Zhuang Mowen asked her, and she said, "The weather forecast says it will rain in Lincheng tonight."
"It's been like this all week. The weather isn't very good." Zhuang Mowen said, "What kind of rain is forecast?"
"Light rain."
The light rain did not affect driving, and Sang Fu could not say she would not go. Zhuang's mother and father were waiting at home with good intentions.
"Well," Zhuang Mowen looked out the window. The sky was still as usual, not even raining. It was a normal evening. "We'll return after we finish eating."
"good."
When they arrived at the banker's house, Lin Ling and Zhuang Kang had already been waiting outside.
This was the first time Sang Fu had met them since getting the marriage certificate. She felt exactly the same as Lin Guanghua and Rong Qingqiu did. Although they were elders, they were not arrogant.
However, it was not until they sat down to eat together that Sangfu knew what enthusiasm was. She looked at the small mountain of food gradually piled up on the bowl, and even refusing seemed powerless.
In a hurry, she could only look at Zhuang Mowen. She originally wanted to ask him for help, but she never expected that the couple did not favor one over the other at all, and Zhuang Mowen's bowl was full of dishes.
Feeling her stealthy gaze, he turned his head and gave her a helpless look.
“…”
He whispered, "I'll do my best. It's okay."
When Zhuang Mowen came, he said that he would return immediately after dinner. Sang Fu felt much more at ease while eating and did not eat in a hurry.
Until a sudden muffled thunder sounded outside the house, Sang Fu's chopsticks shook, and her heart palpitations had not yet returned to normal. The next second, heavy rain poured down, leaving them no chance to react.
Looking out through the window, from a long distance away, the raindrops were as big as beans, hitting the green plants in the yard with crackling sounds, so heavy that they seemed to be able to penetrate the leaves.
"Oh, it's raining so hard!" Lin Ling sighed. "The weather forecast says it's going to rain lightly today. The weather in Lincheng is so capricious. It's been like this for decades."
Sang Fu had nothing to say. She was picking up rice grains listlessly, but Zhuang Mowen suddenly grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her up.
She was stunned for a moment, then she heard Zhuang Mowen say, "Dad, Mom, it won't be safe to drive if the rain gets any heavier. Let's leave now and come back next time."
Zhuang Kang frowned and said, "What do you mean by now? It's not safe for you to leave now."
Lin Ling agreed: "Yeah, we're at home anyway, why are you in such a hurry? We haven't even finished our meal yet."
Sang Fu was also observing the rain, and the more she watched, the more disheartened she became.
She was still clear whether she could drive. If it was a few minutes, it would be fine, but it took nearly half an hour to get back to Jinyuan from the village.
With this kind of rain, it won’t be long before the water level in the entire Lin City rises, and everyone will have to hide at home, not to mention driving. It’s too dangerous.
Even if she wanted to go back, she couldn't ignore the danger and say the word "go home" in this situation.
But.
Sang Fu pursed her lips and glanced at Zhuang Mowen.
He turned his head to the side, also staring at the rain outside the window, his brows slightly furrowed.
Sang Fu withdrew her gaze. She could no longer hear clearly what Lin Ling and Zhuang Kang were talking about.
Her mind was filled with only one thought.
If I stay, doesn't that mean...
Are they going to sleep in the same bed?
The author has something to say:
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Today is a bit long~ The next chapter will be in v, babies
Can you guess if they slept together?
If we sleep together, I'll get 1 point. If we don't sleep together, I'll get 2 points. If no one gets me points, I'll scratch my head to show my embarrassment.
Thank you all for your support and companionship along the way. Xiaofu and Professor Zhuang sincerely invite you to stay and continue reading [Poor][Poor]
Random red envelope~
After joining v, there are still many red envelopes
Pre-collected pseudo uncle-nephew literature "Wet Heart" If you like it, you can also click on the collection~
The text is as follows:
*Strong pull
sc/8 years difference/fake uncle and nephew/female protagonist develops feelings after becoming an adult/no blood relationship
Enthusiastic and bright girl x self-disciplined uncle
1.
Seventeen-year-old Pu Yan has a favorite pen. Occasionally, on a lucky night, Meng Runze will hold it in front of the desk and explain the questions to her.
At this moment, she could be distracted by his gentle and calm eyes.
Eighteen-year-old Pu Yan left the pen at Meng Runze's house, and she also moved out of the house where she had lived for nearly three years.
The coming-of-age gift Meng Runze gave her was a subtle and cruel way of telling her: anyone can stand by her side, except him.
2.
Four years later, Pu Yan forgot about the pen and chose to follow her parents' advice and be with her childhood sweetheart.
Meng Runze was also there on the night when the two families were discussing the engagement.
He was gentle and polite, well-mannered, and seemed genuinely happy for her.
The only unexpected thing was that during the meal, a pair of serving chopsticks were extended to Pu Yan from both sides at the same time, both containing her favorite dishes.
She pushed the bowl toward Zhuma, tilted her head, and said to Meng Runze politely but distantly, "Thank you, little uncle. You can eat it yourself."
Meng Runze held his chopsticks in the air for two seconds before putting the dish in.
3.
Later, in the bedroom that Meng Runze prepared for her, on the desk.
Meng Runze used the pen to disrupt her breathing.
"Uncle, you were the one who said we should keep our distance. So what does that mean now?" Pu Yan looked at the wet pen in his hand and said with a smile, "Maintaining a negative distance?"
Meng Runze held her hands, pursed his lips and said nothing.
In Pu Yan's memory, Meng Run was gentle, calm and composed, and only showed this extremely oppressive expression twice.
The first time, she said she liked him.
The second time is now.
"Break up with him."
…
No one knew that on the day they discussed the engagement, everyone dispersed after the dinner.
Meng Runze quietly finished a cigarette and was about to start the car when he looked up and his gaze paused.
The street lights on the side of the street cast a dazzling light. Pu Yan had her back to him, leaning in the boy's arms, hugging him tightly.
At that moment, Meng Runze's persistence over the years suddenly wavered.
Small Theater
Pu Yan reminded herself that some girlish feelings that were destined to remain unrequited should perhaps have been buried in that humid and sultry summer, and the night when she crossed the line and secretly kissed him.
But she didn't find out until much later.
That kiss was not her secret alone.
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