Chapter 122: When I fall in love, the whole world becomes my rival in love (22)

After work, there was no one in the laboratory building.

Bai Yao was carrying a bag with a lunch box in it. According to convention, she should go back to the dormitory to bring dinner to her boyfriend, but for some reason, she walked into the laboratory building.

Doctor Ma often stayed in the laboratory and did not allow others to approach him. Many people suspected that he was doing some bad experiments.

Doctor Ma was taken away, and Bai Yao found the key to the laboratory in his drawer.

She went to the third floor, stood at the door of a laboratory and took out the key.

Hearing the movement, the people in the laboratory suddenly raised their heads, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the door.

"Yaoyao!"

Bai Yao suddenly heard a voice coming from behind. She turned around and was hugged by the boy who ran over happily.

Fu Huai rubbed against her and complained in a low voice: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, why didn't Yaoyao come to see me? This place is cold and dark, I hate it."

Bai Yao really couldn't stand his puppy-like clingy nature. She pushed him away slightly to talk normally: "Okay, let's go back to eat!"

Fu Huai was happy. She took Bai Yao's hand and happily told her how much he stayed in the room this afternoon and missed her. Because he missed her so much, he even took out her clothes and hugged her.

In the laboratory, a skinny boy was lying on the ground anxiously, his hands tightly pressed on the cold floor. Through the crack of the door, one could only vaguely see the girl's shoes slowly walking away.

What was even more enviable was that next to her shoes was another pair of sneakers belonging to the boy. His brisk steps were almost a blatant show-off, showing off that only he could be so close to the girl.

So jealous, so jealous, so jealous -

the girl's shadow could no longer be seen.

In the blurred light and shadow in the laboratory, the boy's emotions were too strong, and his figure split in the middle, suddenly split into two halves.

The staff dormitory of Lanshan Hospital is not big, but because the people living in it clean it up very carefully, it looks very warm.

Fu Huai sat at the table and ate his meal obediently. Bai Yao was about to go to the bathroom to wash the clothes that she hadn't washed yet, but she found the dirty laundry basket was empty. She came out and asked, "Where are the clothes?"

Fu Huai bit a piece of pork ribs and said vaguely, "I put them on the balcony to dry."

Bai Yao took a look and saw that there were indeed some clothes that had not yet dried hanging on the clothesline on the balcony. She pushed open the glass door and walked to the balcony. She raised her head and looked carefully. Several pieces of clothes were wrinkled and she couldn't see anything.

Bai Yao reached out and casually flipped up a skirt, and then her face darkened.

Fu Huai came over at some point. He huddled against the glass door, looking weak, pitiful and helpless.

Bai Yao turned around and glared at him.

Fu Huai whispered: "There were mud spots on it. I wanted to wash it clean, but I didn't use any force. It was just too fragile and it was torn in an instant."

Bai Yao: "This is a skirt I like very much!"

Fu Huai lowered his head, grabbing the corner of his clothes with his fingers and circling them around. Under his white hair, his eyelashes trembled pitifully. The corners of his lips moved slightly, "I'm sorry..."

This was the first time I heard him apologize.

Bai Yao raised her hand to support her forehead, "Forget it."

Fu Huai slowly moved closer to her, tentatively hooked her little finger, and was as nervous as a young wife, "Yaoyao, I will buy you a more beautiful skirt in the future."

Bai Yao: "Where do you get the money?"

Fu Huai: "I can..."

"If you dare to say that you go out for a walk, people will line up to give you money for a try."

Fu Huai shut his mouth, but he was stubborn and said after a while: "I can work and earn money!"

Bai Yao: "Forget it, I'm afraid you will make other people's shops bankrupt."

Fu Huai pursed his lips and sulked, because what Bai Yao said was true and he couldn't find any words to refute.

So after dinner, Fu Huai did not cling to Bai Yao to sleep as usual, but took out his mobile phone and opened the sewing tutorial video, and stayed in the corner of the bed with his mobile phone in his hand, watching it very carefully.

He did not recommend the pillow and bed as usual, and Bai Yao was a little uncomfortable. She washed up and got on the bed, and deliberately kicked him with her foot, "Are you not going to sleep yet?"

Fu Huai did not even raise his head, "I want to study."

Bai Yao lay down by herself, but she could not sleep. She turned her head to look at the boy's profile. He was half leaning against the head of the bed with his legs tucked in, and his clean eyes were flashing with light spots along with the light of the screen.

Because he had just used Bai Yao's skin care products, he forgot to take off the pink headband that pinned his hair, and he was particularly well-behaved when he stared at the phone intently.

The less he moved, the more itchy Bai Yao felt.

She climbed up, and Fu Huai opened his arms and held her in his arms, but his eyes were still glued to the phone.

He opened his arms to hug her, but it was just a subconscious action.

Bai Yao's hand slipped under the hem of his clothes and lingered frequently at his trousers. She leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, "Fu Huai."

He opened his mouth slightly and kissed her back, and said perfunctorily, "Hmm", one hand gently stroked her back, his eyes still did not leave the screen.

Bai Yao lost her patience. She pulled the phone out of his hand and threw it aside. Then she pinned him down and roughly began to tear off his clothes.

Fu Huai came back to his senses and looked at her blankly, "Yaoyao?"

Bai Yao said ferociously, "It's time for you to pay your taxes!"

It was late at night and everything was silent.

The white-haired boy was covered in mud and water, walking crookedly in the rain. His limbs were twisted at unreasonable angles, but he was still trying to straighten his broken hand.

Covering his half-broken face, he tried hard to prevent the broken flesh and blood from falling to the ground with the cold rain.

Even though his body was broken beyond belief, he was still moving forward with a determined goal.

Finally, he arrived downstairs of a dormitory and raised his head to stare at a room upstairs.

I want it so much -

that unconditional and ultimate love, which should belong to him, and not be monopolized by that fake!

Lightning flashed, and the boy in the rain saw someone with the same face as himself.

But the difference was that he was dirty and had broken limbs, like a rag doll thrown into the garbage dump.

The boy upstairs was neatly dressed, with a provocative smile on his beautiful and flawless face, which was the kind of boldness that only appeared when being doted on by a lover.

Thunder suddenly sounded in the middle of the night.

Bai Yao woke up from her dream and felt that someone was missing. She sat up from the bed and looked at the door.

Picking up her mobile phone and turning on the flashlight, Bai Yao went out of the room with the weak light to look for someone. She went to the first floor and saw a squatting figure in the stairwell.

The flickering firelight reflected the dirty boy.

His broken and bent fingers clumsily held the pink hairpin, and he tried several times to pin it on his dirty hair that couldn't be seen in its original color, but he failed because his fingers had no strength.

But he didn't mind, instead he kept working hard with joy, even if the broken fingers became more twisted.

The light came over, he raised his head and saw the girl standing on the stairs, an innocent smile bloomed on his face that was stained by mud and water, "Yaoyao--"

He stood up and ran towards her, his left leg, whose bones had not yet healed, tilted and he fell to the ground. The cold and hard concrete floor made a lot of noise, and it must have hurt a lot.

However, he did not need time to slow down. He continued to move forward with his hands on the ground. His dark eyes were full of desire for her. He shouted excitedly: "Yaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyao——"

Bai Yao watched him calmly as he crawled to her feet.

He stretched out his hand to grab her, but when he saw the stains on his hand, he showed some frustration in his eyes and slowly withdrew his hand.

Bai Yao squatted down and held his hand.

He raised his eyes to look at her, and her shadow was in his misty eyes.

Bai Yao said: "How did you get yourself into this state?"

He seemed to have no idea what to say, he just held her hand tightly, then stretched out his other hand holding the hairpin, and said with difficulty: "Yaoyao, I can't wear it."

A pink hairpin full of girlishness lay in the twisted fingers of the hand, forming a great contrast.

Bai Yao picked up the hairpin and gently pinned it in his hair. She said: "Okay."

The boy climbed up slightly and sat at her feet. He raised his hand to touch the hairpin, as if he imagined his beautiful and perfect appearance, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled cleanly.

He moved his body with his hands on the ground again, and carefully leaned against her feet. He knew that he was dirty and did not dare to dirty her, but even if he was leaning against her feet, his raised face was full of satisfied smiles.

Bai Yao looked at him quietly for a few seconds. Finally, she sighed, opened her arms and hugged the dirty boy into her arms.