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In the narrow elevator space, neither Shu Qingmo nor Yan Zonglang spoke.

Shu Qingmo had so much to say, but she didn't know what to say.He reckoned that Yan Zonglang probably wanted to ask him a lot of questions, but now this elevator is not a good place to talk.

Mainly because……

"Honey, what time do we leave at night?"

"It's twelve o'clock, the meteor shower doesn't come until two o'clock."

"Then we go to bed first?"

"If you go to bed first, can you get up?"

"You call me, it's rare to encounter a meteor shower while traveling, I must watch it tonight."

There is another man and a woman in the elevator. The conversation is a couple who came to travel and are discussing to watch the meteor shower in the early morning.

Shu Qingmo silently listened to the conversation between the two, waiting for the elevator to reach the floor.However, while waiting, he suddenly thought of a problem.

——Why did Yan Zonglang appear here?

Shu Qingmo knew very well that Yan Zonglang must have his own purpose in doing things.

First of all, Yan Zonglang definitely couldn't be visiting the grottoes, Shu Qingmo believed that he was not so idle yet.

Secondly, it is impossible for him to come to do business, because the small county of Qiuci only has tourism resources, and Jiangnan has more abundant tourism resources, so there is no need for him to develop here specially.

So……

Shu Qingmo quickly remembered that when he greeted Chang Yue'e and his party at the Kucha Airport yesterday, he ran into Secretary Chen.

Since Secretary Chen can work with Yan Zonglang, he must be very capable in all aspects of work.

If he told Yan Zonglang about Chang Yuee's stay in Kucha...

what.

Shu Qingmo suddenly felt very disappointed, he thought he had created an excellent opportunity for Yan Zonglang, but Yan Zonglang knew Chang Yuee was here a long time ago, and even flew over on purpose.

Fortunately, he still used this as a bargaining chip to ask Yan Zonglang to help him deal with Guo Zhiyu.I'm afraid in Yan Zonglang's eyes, it's just playing house with him.

After getting off the elevator, Yan Zonglang saw Shu Qingmo drooping his head, obviously not in a good mood, so he asked, "What's on your mind?"

Shu Qingmo walked two steps forward in silence, slowly raised his head to look at Yan Zonglang, and asked, "Mr. Yan, do you know that Dean Chang is here?"

Yan Zonglang didn't deny it: "Yes."

"Sure enough." Shu Qingmo muttered softly, "I just said how did you appear here."

When Shu Qingmo said this, he happened to walk to the door of his room.

He took out the key to open the door, walked in sullenly, and didn't bother to think about why Yan Zonglang followed him.

"You think I'm here just to meet Dean Chang?"

Yan Zonglang followed Shu Qingmo into the room, closed the door, and put the small business suitcase in his hand aside.

"Otherwise?" Shu Qingmo sat down at the end of the bed, "You have no business here."

"Little friend, human beings are complex animals." Yan Zonglang said with a trace of helplessness in his tone, and he walked towards Shu Qingmo's direction, "A person may have very complicated motives for doing something, it's not simple. It's clear in one sentence."

Shu Qingmo subconsciously thought about the meaning of Yan Zonglang's words. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it was true.

Just like at the beginning, he confusedly fought for family property, which was also the result of multiple motives.

And the more complex people are, the more they think when they do things, so the motives for their actions may be more complicated.

These thoughts flashed in Shu Qingmo's mind, and before he had time to ponder what Yan Zonglang's second motive might be, he saw Yan Zonglang kneel down on one knee in front of him.

"Show me your injuries." Yan Zonglang said.

"Ah?" Shu Qingmo's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and her mind went blank for a moment.

He came back to his senses, took off the down jacket that he only wore at night, stretched his elbows in front of Yan Zonglang, and said, "It's just scratches, not very serious."

"Is there any injury on the leg?" Yan Zonglang asked.

Shu Qingmo buried her body and rolled up her trouser legs, revealing her fair and thin calves.

"Knee knocked." Shu Qingmo said, "Pants are better than elbows."

A square of gauze was attached to the wound on the knee, while the wound on the elbow was directly wrapped with gauze.

From such a comparison, it can be seen that the bruise on the elbow is much more serious than the bruise on the knee.

Yan Zonglang frowned and asked, "When will it be better?"

"I don't know." Shu Qingmo shook her head, "It shouldn't take long to change the dressing on time."

Yan Zonglang asked: "Have you changed your medicine today?"

"Not yet." Shu Qingmo said, "I'll change it later."

"I'll change it for you." Yan Zonglang said as he stood up and took off the long windbreaker and the suit jacket inside, then pulled off the tie deftly, and rolled the sleeves of the shirt to the elbow, "Where is the medicine?"

Shu Qingmo looked at Yan Zonglang's strong forearm, and whispered, "Toilet."

Yan Zonglang quickly took out alcohol, gauze and other medical supplies from the bathroom, then half-kneeled in front of Shu Qingmo again, and carefully tore off the gauze on his knee.

The gauze was slightly adhered to the wound, and Shu Qingmo frowned at the pain, but luckily it was not unbearable.

However, when Yan Zonglang disinfected the area around the wound with a cotton swab soaked in alcohol, Shu Qingmo couldn't help it, and involuntarily bit her lower lip tightly.

Yan Zonglang raised his eyes and glanced at Shu Qingmo's forbearance, and said lightly, "Don't bite your lips."

Shu Qingmo let go obediently, and said coquettishly to Yan Zonglang unconsciously, "It hurts so much."

However, Yan Zonglang did not comfort him, but instead said mercilessly: "Endure."

Shu Qingmo twitched the corners of her lips, feeling a little aggrieved.

"You know how puppies show pain?"

Not long after, Yan Zonglang noticed that Shu Qingmo was in a little mood again, and while putting gauze on him, he chatted with him.

"They will bear it." Yan Zonglang said as he untied the gauze on Shu Qingmo's arm, and a large area of ​​broken skin suddenly appeared under the elbow, which made Yan Zonglang frowned.

He put the gauze aside and continued: "The nature of puppies prevents them from revealing their weak sides to the enemy. If exposed, their lives may be in danger."

The wound on the elbow hurt more than the knee, Shu Qingmo endured the pain and tried not to show it.

"So you are the same." Yan Zonglang raised his chin and looked directly into Shu Qingmo's eyes, "Don't let others see that you are hurt."

Finally, after Yan Zonglang finished wrapping the gauze, Shu Qingmo let out a breath, and the eye sockets of both eyes were already flushed.

He looked at Yan Zonglang aggrievedly and said, "You are so strict with me."

Yan Zonglang packed up the changed gauze, rubbed Shu Qingmo's head and said, "This is for your own good."

Shu Qingmo could more or less feel that Yan Zonglang was cultivating him.

It may be a bit strange to say that it is cultivated, but in short, we are optimistic about him, have expectations for him, and don't want him to waste his talent.

It was also because of this that Yan Zonglang was so strict with him.

Shu Qingmo put away her petty emotions and said to Yan Zonglang, "Mr. Yan, I'm going to work in Beijing in August."

Yan Zonglang leaned on the desk, crossed his arms and asked, "Beijing?"

"President Chang invited me to work at the Beijing Museum." Shu Qingmo said, "When I go to Beijing, Fang Wanrou won't be able to control me."

"That's good." There was a slight smile on the corner of Yan Zonglang's mouth, but he quickly put away the smile and said thoughtfully, "Do you know anyone in Beijing? When you go to a strange city, you have to settle down first. "

"Yes, Luo Zihang is in Beijing." Shu Qingmo said, "I can live with him first, don't worry about me."

Yan Zonglang pursed his lips and moved his jaw line slightly, as if he wanted to express his opinion, but in the end he just uttered a word: "Oh."

Shu Qingmo didn't notice the change in Yan Zonglang's mood, he said with a little regret: "We may not have many chances to meet in the future."

"No." Yan Zonglang said, "I have almost done the work on Dean Li's side, and the focus of my work will also be in Beijing for the next period of time."

"Really?" Shu Qingmo didn't expect to get two surprises in one day, "Then I'm in the museum, and I can also match you up."

"Yeah." Yan Zonglang smiled, "Kids are getting more and more capable."

Shu Qingmo blushed when she heard the words, and didn't answer.At this time, he suddenly heard Yan Zonglang say: "You are tanned."

Shu Qingmo's arm and calf were completely different colors. He unconsciously hugged his left arm with his right hand, and for some reason wanted to hide his arm. He whispered, "Come here to work, I don't care about so much."

"It's not ugly." Yan Zonglang said, "People who work hard are the most beautiful."

Shu Qingmo was a little embarrassed by the praise, he glanced at Yan Zonglang's suitcase, and asked strangely: "Mr. Yan, do you want to share a room with me?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Shu Qingmo wanted to bite her own tongue.

His room is a single room, and there is only one bed in the room, how could Yan Zonglang live with him?

Yan Zonglang raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Do you want me to live in a room with you?"

"No." Shu Qingmo quickly waved her hand, "I'll just ask casually."

Yan Zonglang chuckled: "I thought you wanted your brother-in-law to hug you to sleep."

"I've said it all..." Shu Qingmo muttered in a low voice, and then changed the subject very deliberately, "Hey, that Guo Zhiyu, how are you going to deal with him?"

Yan Zonglang didn't continue to tease Shu Qingmo, and said, "Is he still working on the project?"

"Yes." Shu Qingmo said, "But Professor Zheng didn't let him go to the grotto, he is now alone."

Yan Zonglang asked: "How do you want to deal with him?"

Shu Qingmo thought for a while, and said: "At least let him go back first, it's an eyesore."

"Okay." Yan Zonglang responded lightly, and then added, "You can do whatever you want."

Shu Qingmo's cheeks were a little hot, his eyes fell to the floor unnaturally, and he asked, "Mr. Yan, are you still going back to your room?"

Yan Zonglang raised his hand to check the time, and asked, "Are you busy tonight?"

"Evening?" Shu Qingmo was slightly taken aback, "It's fine."

Yan Zonglang asked: "Do you want to go out with me?"

"Where to go?"

"Watch the meteor shower."