Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

No one answered.

Haven't come back yet.

She got up, stepped on her slippers, went to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and seemed to realize that she was back.

Wagging its little tail, it leaned close to her feet, meowing.

Bai Yangyang squatted down and hugged Gun Gun up.

Gun Gun has always been by her side, and has been in the laboratory this week. Poor Gun Gun has lost a lot of hunger.

"Meow~"

Gun Gun lay in Bai Yangyang's arms, as if crying out for hunger.

Bai Yangyang hugged Gun Gun, opened the cat food, and fed Gun Gun.

After feeding, Bai Yangyang touched Kongluoluo's stomach, walked into the kitchen, and started cooking supper.

There are small wontons in the refrigerator, and she is full with a bowl of small wontons.

He hugged Gun Gun and played with it for a while, until he fell asleep drowsily, without waiting for Zhan Beixiao to come back.

Woke up again.

She was already lying on the bed, and the man's hand fell on her waist, exerting a little force.

The sound of breathing is even and long.

Bai Yangyang rubbed his eyes and struggled to get up.

But was grabbed by the man, he closed his eyes, his thin lips moved: "Don't move."

Finally, on the weekend, he wanted to hug her for a while longer.

Bai Yangyang thought he was awake, turned around and found that he was in a deep sleep.

She struggled to break free from his arms, took the mobile phone by the bed, it was already eleven o'clock.

A string of missed calls.

Most of them are from Mobei City.

She called back: "Little uncle."

"At one o'clock in the afternoon, go to Crescent Spring Village, do you need me to pick you up?"

There is a lot of noise in Mobei City, and it should be related matters.

Bai Yangyang rubbed the center of her eyebrows. When she woke up, there were still many things waiting for her to do.

"No, little uncle, I'll go directly."

She was too lazy to look at Mo Qingxue's face, too lazy to make false claims.

"Okay, then let's meet in Crescent Spring Village."

After hanging up the phone, Bai Yangyang took a deep breath, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The man lying on the bed opened his eyes, and there was a complicated light in the dark pupils.

He straightened up, still a little dizzy before his eyes.

He closed his eyes, got up, walked to the guest room, opened the drawer after washing, took out the pills, and took two.

After a short period of dizziness, the boredom disappeared.

After Bai Yangyang finished washing, he saw that Zhan Beixiao had gotten up, went to the living room, and ordered takeaway.

"We're going to Crescent Spring Village later, so we can't cook anymore."

Zhan Beixiao came out of the guest room, wiping his hair with a towel in his hand.

Bai Yangyang looked at her with eyes as clear as water.

Zhan Beixiao's eyes fell on her fair neck, which was inexplicably hot.

"Well, I will notify Qi Bei and arrange everything."

Bai Yangyang nodded, walked up to him, took his towel, and wiped his hair.

She was much shorter than Zhan Beixiao, so Zhan Beixiao simply sat on the sofa, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the rare tranquility.

She stood in front of him, and the fragrance filled his nostrils, arousing his interest little by little.

The man reached out and stroked the skin on her waist: "It seems to have lost weight."

The waist is thinner.

"I've been busy doing experiments this week, so I may be tired."

Bai Yangyang replied, fortunately, he completed the task within the stipulated time, and there is still more than half a month before the next stage of research, enough to rest.

Zhan Beixiao hummed, his palms were hot, and he tightened slightly.

The waist is slender and too full to hold.

He could break it with just a little effort.

He has no doubts about this.

His fingers seemed to have lost self-control, and with a slight force, a thought flashed in his mind, completely belonging to him——

"pain."

Bai Yangyang was held around his waist by him, and he gasped in pain, "Master Zhan, take it easy."

back pain!

Zhan Beixiao seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and immediately let go.

Bai Yangyang threw down the towel and rolled up the hem of his clothes, the place where he touched was burning and painful.

"Look at what you've done!"

Zhan Beixiao's eyes fell on that piece of skin, which was as white as jade, but now it was covered with red marks.

He pinched it out.

She has always been delicate and soft, and if she is a little careless, the red marks may not disappear for a week.

He was a little guilty, and reached out to touch the circle of red marks.

"Don't touch it, it hurts!"

Bai Yangyang frowned: "What's wrong with you, something seems wrong?"

Never been so strong before!
Zhan Beixiao smiled, his expression full of apology: "Sorry, I tried too hard just now, and I won't do it in the future."

Seeing his distressed look, Bai Yangyang pursed her lips: "Don't do this in the future."

Ding dong.

There was a knock on the door.

It should be takeaway.

"I'm going to get takeaway, you brush your hair and get ready to eat." Bai Yangyang said these words, flying away like a light butterfly.

Zhan Beixiao sat on the sofa, looked down at his hands.

He remembered that just now, he seemed to have lost his mind and just wanted to crush her completely...

Realizing this, Zhan Beixiao's breathing became slightly short of breath.

The feeling of boredom and impatience came again.

His brain seemed to have exploded, and he was in a piercing pain. There was a flash of madness in his eyes.

Got sick again.

Can't be known by her.

Absolutely not!
He got up, hurried into the guest room, took two pills, and only then did he feel his irritability dissipate.

That piercing pain gradually dissipated!

Bai Yangyang came in with takeaway, but didn't see Zhan Beixiao, "Master Zhan, it's time to eat."

Zhan Beixiao took the medicine and felt dizzy for a while.

Hearing voices, wanting to answer, but unable to speak.

After a while, he hummed, his voice low and hoarse.

When he came out of the guest room, Bai Yangyang had already put all the takeaway on plates, sat at the dining table, propped his chin with one hand: "It's time to eat."

Zhan Beixiao hummed and walked over.

Pull out the chair and sit down.

In front of him was a delicious meal, but he had no appetite.

Bai Yangyang served him a bowl of soup: "Your favorite soup, I specially asked Song Yuge to bring it here."

Zhan Beixiao took it and took a sip slowly, but the originally fragrant soup was a bit hard to swallow.

He barely took a few sips and stopped moving.

This is a side effect of the medicine.

Taking the medicine may lead to a loss of appetite and an increasingly irritable temper.

Bai Yangyang was very hungry. He drank soup with a small bowl and ate two bowls of rice. He was full. Only then did he see that the food in front of Zhan Beixiao hadn't moved much.

"Why don't you eat?"

Zhan Beixiao's eyes flashed a bit dark: "I was a little tired from socializing last night, and I don't have much appetite."

"Then why don't you go?"

He's not in great shape.

Zhan Beixiao shook his head: "How can I not go about my mother-in-law's affairs? Besides, I just didn't eat for a meal, so I just need to rest."

Bai Yangyang got up, packed his things, put some food in his bag, and followed Zhan Beixiao to leave Yueya Xiaozhu.

Qi Bei was already waiting outside the door.

"Master Zhan, Miss Bai."

The two got into the car one after the other, Bai Yangyang put down his things and fastened his seat belt: "Qi Bei, do you know the way?"

"I know, Miss Bai." Qi Bei has been to Crescent Lake Village before, and he is quite familiar with it.

Bai Yangyang breathed a sigh of relief: "Then let's go."

The black car starts and merges into the traffic flow.

Bai Yangyang looked at Zhan Beixiao, the man didn't seem to be slowing down, his brows were frowned, he was leaning on the soft chair with a gloomy expression.

He still seems to be suffering.

Bai Yangyang held his hand subconsciously, and said in a low voice, "Master Zhan, are you alright?"

Zhan Beixiao opened his eyes, the medicine was effective, and he is recovering pretty well now.

"It's okay, sleepy or not, do you want to take a rest?"

Bai Yangyang slept for a long time and was not tired.

Zhan Beixiao's hand landed on her waist, but he didn't dare to use force, and gently stroked the pinched red spot: "Does it still hurt?"

Bai Yangyang shook his head, his voice was soft: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Zhan Beixiao lowered his brows, and there was an unspeakably obscure light in his eyes.

Something was wrong with him.