Yu Huasang often thought that she and Lu Cong'an got the marriage certificate and lived together without knowing what was going on, so she must be cautious about the proposal.
But happiness came too suddenly and hit her head on.
From the nursery back to Lu Cong'an's office, Yu Huasang was always holding his hand.
She always felt that she was shy, like a young wife, but in fact, she felt just like a rural woman pretending to be silly and coy.
Yu Huasang waited the entire afternoon in the office for Lu Cong'an to get off work, and dozed off out of boredom, so she was very excited the entire evening when she returned home.
Unable to fall asleep with his eyes open, Yu Huasang kicked Lu Cong'an with his foot, "What should I do if I can't fall asleep?"
Lu Cong'an raised his hand to cover his eyes, blocking the light from the bedside lamp, and sighed, "Then get up and write the paper."
"… "
Yu Huasang pouted, "Don't mention the thesis to me, I have no idea at all."
Yu Huasang made me lose all sleep.
Lu Cong'an sat up, stretched out his hand and pulled open the first layer of the drawer, and handed the documents inside to Yu Huasang, "Dry goods."
Yu Huasang's eyes almost rolled up to the sky, "Lu Cong'an, you know I know all these characters, but the combination of them is too profound!"
Chinese culture is profound and extensive. She has been studying it for more than 20 years, but has not yet fully understood it.
"Come here." He patted the place beside him, pulled her body over, rested her head on his chest, and asked, "What don't you understand?"
At such a close distance, Yu Huasang could smell the faint fruity scent emanating from him.
In fact, Yu Huasang wanted to ask a long time ago, but she always forgot. Now that she was asked to look at the file, she remembered to ask.
"Lu Cong'an, what's that fruity scent on you?" Yu Huasang sniffed again and moved her face from his chest to his chin.
Lu Cong'an lowered his eyebrows and looked at her.
Every inch she moved up, he followed suit. In the end, Yu Huasang lay flat on him, and she couldn't even reach his chin.
Narrowing his eyes, Lu Cong'an shook his legs, "Yu Huasang, move on your own."
The sudden start of the car made Yu Huasang blush immediately.
She was anxious to get off him, but he hooked her back with his leg, "It's time for you to exercise, Yu Huasang."
He is the one who suffers every time, and every time it is the same posture...
Yu Huasang was shaken by Lu Cong'an's words. He subconsciously shrank into the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "I'm a little sleepy. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
She huddled into the quilt, moving around here and there, no one knew what she was doing, but it made Lu Cong'an feel a little itchy.
Yu Huasang has never been able to understand what makes men happy.
Before closing his eyes, Yu Huasang heard some sporadic noises, but in the end he heard nothing and fell into a deep sleep.
In the living room, Lu Cong'an sat on the sofa in thin pajamas, looking at the scattered papers written by Yu Huasang on the computer.
At the end, he sighed deeply.
This child always makes people worry.
(End of this chapter)