Chapter 60 Half-ripe mulberries "I'll hold you while I sleep."
The car stopped at Jinyuan.
I stayed at Lin Guanghua's residence for most of the day, and it was getting late when I rushed back.
Back in the living room, Sang Fu sat on the sofa, gently stroking Chuyi's head, while listening to Jin Qiong's voice on the other end of the phone.
"Come home for dinner tomorrow."
It must be because their overseas projects had achieved a phased success. In Sang Fu's memory, every time this happened, Jin Qiong and Sang Cheng would return to Lincheng and stay there for a period of time, sometimes for half a month, sometimes for half a year.
"good."
She hung up the phone. Chuyi had already climbed on top of her. She felt a little suffocated by the pressure. She smiled and gently pushed its head aside.
After playing with Chuyi for a while, Sang Fu remembered something and turned around to find that Zhuang Mowen was not there.
Sang Fu casually found a toy of Chuyi on the sofa and threw it with all her strength. Chuyi immediately rushed out like a fly. She took this opportunity to get up and searched everywhere downstairs.
All of them gained nothing.
As she was walking out of the kitchen, Sangfu heard some noise.
She raised her head and looked towards the second floor. After a pause, she slowly walked up the stairs.
Sanfu is light in weight, so her footsteps are naturally light as well.
She followed the faint sound all the way, then stood in front of the half-open bedroom door and quietly pushed it open.
The door opened with a tiny creaking sound.
The man in front of the bed looked up and saw a round head poking out from behind the door. Sang Fu looked over and asked, "What are you doing?"
Zhuang Mowen leaned over, put the pillows in place, and said, "Move to the bedroom."
Not getting a response, he pressed the two pillows together tightly, stood up and looked at her again, but saw that she did not respond for a long time.
It’s not that she had no reaction at all, but I didn’t know what she was thinking. Her fair cheeks slowly turned red.
Sanfu almost forgot what she promised him.
He was too anxious, he had just come back.
She walked in: "If you have anything else to move, I'll help you."
Zhuang Mowen originally wanted to say that there were only some clothes left, so there was no need to rush, as long as the bed was sleepable.
But on second thought, it would be better to move them all here and settle down.
"good."
It took more than half an hour to move the bedroom. Sang Fu took the last few men's coats from Zhuang Mowen and hung them in the cloakroom.
I don’t know if it’s because his clothes take up a lot of space or because there are simply too many of them, but the place that Sangfu thought was very empty before is now stuffed full.
The colors of his clothes are not too bright, but not dull either. He wears black, white and gray more in winter, but they are not so common in other seasons.
Casual, classic, trendy, all styles available, some she had seen him wear, some she had never seen before.
Sang Fu knew that Zhuang Mowen paid attention to his appearance. After all, it was a kind of respect and courtesy to social objects. She was the same and would dress carefully when going out.
But she really didn't expect that he had so many clothes. It seemed that he wouldn't wear the same clothes twice even for a month or two.
Sanfu suppressed her amazement and turned to walk out of the cloakroom.
In the bedroom, she saw Zhuang Mowen unpacking some teething snacks for Chuyi who had sneaked in.
Her family has never had a pet, but every child probably has such a dream in their heart.
Sang Fu is afraid of dogs because one Spring Festival when she was young, she followed her parents to the countryside to visit an elderly distant relative and was chased by a dog all the way.
But she actually still fantasized about having a kitten or puppy by her side during lonely weekends after school. If the kitten scratched her, the puppy would bite her. Or maybe a chick or a duck, anything would be fine, as long as she could hold it and feel the warmth.
The aunt at home took good care of her, but she didn't want to talk too much to her because her aunt would always tell Jin Qiong and Sang Cheng everything she said.
But she is a human being and cannot always remain silent. Sometimes she will go out, bring some cat food, and chat with the stray kittens in the community.
They are very powerful. Even though they have no home, they still manage to keep themselves plump and strong.
She often went to feed them, but was unable to bring any of them home.
Jin Qiong is a germaphobe and can't stand dust and hair. Sang Fu understands her very well, so every time she comes home after feeding the kitten, she will go back upstairs to take a bath before coming out.
But now it is no longer necessary.
Samoyeds shed their hair almost every day, but Chuyi can still roll around in every corner of the house. Zhuang Mowen combs its hair at home, and a part-time worker comes to clean the house every day.
She thought she would be sent home on the first day of the new year.
But it is still there now, and it will always be there in the future.
She paused and walked over: "Chuyi seems to have maintained a good weight."
I have been losing weight successfully for so long and have not gained weight back.
"Well enough."
Zhuang Mowen half-knelt down, not caring that Chuyi was drooling all over the floor. He gave the first command, "Sit." After Chuyi sat down obediently, wagging his tail, he casually handed the snack over and said, "Eat."
Sangfu has been very busy recently, so she doesn't have much time to take care of Chuyi.
Perhaps because of this, she is more like a playmate rather than a master. The most intuitive point is that she rarely uses commands to Chuyi.
However, this also means that when Chuyi sees her taking out food, he will pounce on her unscrupulously. Although he won't bite her, he will still pounce with great strength every time.
She squatted down and looked at Chuyi who was chewing happily.
"Can I try it too?"
Zhuang Mowen looked at her: "What are you trying?"
"Password."
Zhuang Mowen turned around and said to Chuyi, "Let go."
Chuyi hummed and reluctantly let go.
Before Chuyi had taken a few bites, he handed her the clean end and asked, "Have you never used a password before?"
Sanfu said honestly: "No."
"Commands are very necessary," Zhuang Mowen said. "The puppy needs to obey them absolutely. On the one hand, it can help it avoid many dangers, and on the other hand, it can prevent it from rebelling against its superiors."
He turned his face to the side and his breath fell on her cheek. Sanfu nodded and said okay.
As soon as the snack was extended, Chuyi was about to bite it before he could even say the command. When Sangfu pulled back, its head followed closely.
Seeing that she was at a loss, he whispered in her ear, "Sit." The heat aroused a sense of itchiness.
Even if Chuyi opened his mouth, Sang Fu was not afraid that he would bite her, but she was afraid that his saliva would drip on her. As soon as Zhuang Mowen said this, she raised the teething stick and shouted, "Sit!"
The dog was startled, and when it heard the familiar command, it sat up almost instinctively.
She heard Zhuang Mowen laugh in her ear. Sang Fu's ears felt hot. After she said the first command, the second "eat" became much more natural. She gave the snacks to Chuyi and then asked, "What are you laughing at?"
After receiving the instruction to eat, Chuyi couldn't wait to put the teething snack into his mouth, twisting his snow-white body as he went out, probably wanting to take it back to his nest to enjoy it.
Zhuang Mowen said, "I'm not laughing."
I just feel that she seems to have many unexpectedly cute qualities.
Zhuang Mowen pulled out a few wet wipes, cleaned the floor, and threw them into the trash can. After standing up, he handed her one and said, "Wipe it."
After she took it, he took another one and wiped his hands back and forth. He looked back at her: "Are you hungry?"
They had dinner at Lin Guanghua's place before returning, but they finished eating earlier than Jinyuan.
Sanfu shook her head, "I'm not hungry."
Zhuang Mowen threw the wet tissue in his hand into the trash can. "What are your plans next?"
Sanfu didn't understand why he asked that. She really didn't have anything else to do, so she said, "...I'll read a book for a while."
Zhuang Mowen nodded. "I'm going to the study to hold an online meeting. If you're tired, you can rest first."
"good."
Zhuang Mowen's meeting lasted a long time.
Sang Fu read for a while, and when it was time, she went to take a shower. When she came back, she saw a message from the editor that there were some problems with the proofreading of the new book. She turned on the computer and worked for a long time, and finished it near twelve o'clock.
She has to go home for dinner tomorrow. She always has obvious dark circles under her eyes when she stays up late, so she can only cover them with concealer. However, in Jin Qiong's opinion, this is obviously making the matter more obvious, so she can't help but say a few words.
In addition, she had just overused her brain and felt drowsy as soon as she relaxed. She went out to take a look and saw a ray of light coming from under the study door. Zhuang Mowen had not come out yet.
Sangfu returned to bed and turned on the light before lying down, and the room suddenly became dark.
She thought of the light under the study door again, paused for a few seconds, leaned over, and turned on the bedside lamp on the other side.
Only then did Sangfu close her eyes, put her head into the pillow, curled up and fell asleep quickly.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but Sangfu vaguely felt someone leading her in, very gently and carefully.
She turned over sleepily, and saw a swaying figure in her hazy vision.
"What's wrong?"
"You sleep on the edge of the bed. I'm afraid you'll fall."
He had no intention of waking her up. Every time she fell asleep in the car, Zhuang Mowen couldn't bear to wake her up. But now that she was awake, it was much more convenient. He could finally use some strength to hug her body closer.
"Come in and sleep in."
"I sleep here when I'm alone."
When you lie in the center of the bed, it seems especially empty.
Even when Sanfu tried to stretch out her body, stretch out her hands, and straighten her fingertips, it was all in vain.
She didn't like the feeling of not being able to reach the edge; it was horrible, as if the bed would swallow her if she fell asleep.
She was half asleep and half awake, rubbing herself in the opposite direction and muttering, "I sleep very well. I won't move around or fall down."
Zhuang Mowen stared at her. It was late at night, and he spoke softly, "I don't quite believe it."
I don't know what he was saying in response to her.
Sanfu just wanted to sleep: "It's true."
The bedside lamp was dim, mostly blocked by his figure, casting a shadow on her face.
Zhuang Mowen lowered his head and scanned her eyebrows carefully.
Last night when the banker was resting, she huddled aside.
Today too.
After her reminder, Zhuang Mowen thought about it again. It seemed that she was lying in the same position when she had a fever.
The same thing happened when I stayed overnight at the banker's house for the first time.
She was telling the truth.
Not avoiding him.
His frown relaxed and he lay down behind her.
"But I'm worried about you like this."
Sang Fu was relying entirely on instinct to reply, each word stuck together and blurry, "Really? Then how can you be relieved..."
He asked slowly, "Can I hold you while I sleep?"
Sang Fu was in a daze and only heard the last few words, "Is it okay?"
What can I do?
He always asked her if it was okay, and she never seemed to refuse. His requests were always within her acceptable range, so it should be okay this time too.
She hummed, and then fell asleep soundly.
In her dream, Sangfu felt someone hugging her from behind. Her back was pressed against a warm and broad body, and there was heat breathing down her neck, as if she was surrounded by a ball of fire.
The hug was gentle, yet tight, completely wrapping her up without leaving any gaps, and could isolate all her anxieties.
She had never had such a moment before, never been so obsessed with a dream that was so unreal yet so real, so obsessed that she hoped she would never wake up from this dream.
Who is it?
She seemed to know who it was, but in her dream, she couldn't remember his face or call out his name.
She could only find the other person's hand in her dreams and pull it upwards.
Until her breath seemed to be obstructed, Sangfu lowered her face slightly, put her cheek on the back of the dry and warm hand, and rubbed it gently.
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The author has something to say: Professor Zhuang is very happy. Yesterday he could only touch my hair, but today he can hug me. [Laughing]
Crispy Little Pear has been catching a cold this week and has been so busy that I'm running at high speed every day.
I have training and an exam tomorrow, so I'll definitely update when I have time! If I don't update, it means I'm really not feeling well or I'm too busy.
I feel guilty every time I have to take leave, so to those who have been able to follow the updates, I am especially grateful to [Poor][Poor] for dropping the red envelope for this chapter!
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