What if there are no inhibitors?

Song Zhiwei withdrew back, his tone unfriendly: "What are you doing?"

"What the hell?" Han Lu laughed angrily, "Aren't you afraid that you will get prickly heat if you wear so many clothes in summer?"

Song Zhiwei said sullenly: "I have a fever and sweat."

Han Lu frowned and then stretched out: "Is the sweat so boring?"

"Yes, what did you buy?" Song Zhiwei stretched his neck to look.

"Two stir-fried vegetables and a box lunch, I see you bought bread and milk..."

The rest of the words are self-evident, Song Zhiwei took it in surprise, opened his pocket and took a sip, the aroma of rice and meat wafted out of his nostrils, he smiled toothlessly: "Thank you, my deskmate."

"polite."

"I'll treat you to dinner next week, what do you want to eat?"

"It's all right."

Then there was a moment of silence, the two stared with big eyes and small eyes, neither speaking.

Song Zhiwei looked at Han Lu, his eyes were moist and shining, with an innocent and expectant emotion: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Should you go?

I'm going back.

Han Lu thought about it, raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"What?" Song Zhiwei was taken aback.

Han Lu's voice was smiling, and he said slowly: "I brought you food, but you didn't even let me in? Are you so heartless?"

Although it was a joke, Song Zhiwei's eyes became flustered instantly, and only then did Han Lu realize that the other party was blushing and sweating profusely on his forehead.

Han Lu, who was slightly obsessed with cleanliness, handed over a tissue, "Wipe your face."

Song Zhiwei took the tissue and wiped it off, but the sweat on his forehead grew more and more.

His eyes dodged, like a branch of peach blossom blooming in the snow in winter, with a bit of extremely rare spring color standing on the branch, looking at this world that does not belong to him.

Han Lu coughed lightly, turned his eyes to the grass next to him, and clenched his hand hanging by his side: "I'm just kidding, I have my own business when I go home."

As a result, the other party looked uncomfortable and guilty.

Han Lu couldn't help slowing down his voice: "Don't be too nervous, I really have my own business later."

"Okay..." Song Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, then cheered up again: "Then see you next week."

He smiled very well.

-

"Weiwei." Liu Fengxia's voice moved from far to near.

Song Zhiwei's heart shook, and he looked towards the source of the sound. Liu Fengxia was dressed in professional women's attire, her high heels were neatly stepped on her feet, and she was carrying a delicate handbag, walking towards them with a smile.

When she got close, she smiled and looked at Han Lu: "Isn't this Weiwei's classmate? Come to our house to play together."

Han Lu glanced at Song Zhiwei, his face turned pale, and he said politely, "No, Auntie, I have something to do at home, so I have to go back immediately."

After speaking, he turned around and left immediately.

Song Zhiwei tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Don't go."

His voice trembled slightly, and his fingers that were pulling the hem of his clothes turned blue.

Han Lu couldn't break free at all.

"Weiwei!" Liu Fengxia looked at Song Zhiwei with great disapproval: "It's a little polite, what do you look like. And what kind of hat do you wear on such a hot day?" Han Lu was much faster, and Song Zhiwei couldn't dodge in time, so he yelled "Ah" in horror.

Han Lu blocked Liu Fengxia's body with his dark eyes, and said in a low voice, "He's not feeling well."

Liu Fengxia didn't take off her hat, she babbled for a moment, then suddenly felt wrong: Why do you think she is a bad person?

Song Zhiwei didn't let go of the other party's clothes, but turned around and asked his mother, "Why did you come back?"

Liu Fengxia asked back, "Why can't I come back?"

She suddenly thought of something, and her voice softened suddenly: "Does Weiwei blame Mom and Dad for not being with you usually, don't you think Mom is back now?"

When Song Zhiwei heard the word "Weiwei", he shuddered suddenly, his heart was not going well, and his words were particularly sharp: "You might as well not come back."

Liu Fengxia's complexion changed, her skin tightened, she seemed to be trying her best to restrain her temper, and finally smiled gently: "Weiwei, you are so old and not sensible. Your classmates will laugh at you."

Han Lu stood beside him, watching his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and did not speak. --

Song Zhiwei's chest rose and fell slightly: "How long are you going?"

"Mom can stay with you for a few more days."

"Don't, what should you do, it's more important to make money."

"Mom knows you're talking irony."

"I didn't say anything ironic!" Song Zhiwei roared loudly, with steam at the end of his eyes, which shocked the two people present.

Liu Fengxia wanted to lose her temper, but she kept it steady, but her aura was very difficult to provoke. As a female director who is used to being a leader, she has a strong oppressive force.

Han Lu took a step forward: "Auntie, I just asked Song Zhiwei to do homework at my house, and you came back after discussing it. Look, shall we go now?"

Liu Fengxia knew that Han Lu was making a rescue, but she didn't need it: "No, it's too much trouble for you."

"No trouble, let's study together to be more efficient."

Liu Fengxia choked, her heart and lungs were on fire.

These kids really don't know how to advance and retreat.

So many employees under him didn't get angry with her, but Song Zhiwei, a little bastard, made her half dead.

The classmate next to him was also very blank.Although he talked with himself last time, the other party was a very thoughtful and mature child, but this did not mean that the other party could exceed his authority to interfere with Song Zhiwei for him.

She planned to take advantage of her time in the next few days to make a good change about Song Zhiwei.

She smiled gently and yet imposingly: "No, Weiwei stays at home at night, mom will cook for you, okay?"

Song Zhiwei rolled his eyes, and suddenly turned his back to Liu Fengxia, who was more emotional than a five or six-year-old child.

He exhaled heavily through his nostrils, and his chest heaved and heaved.

Anyone could see that he was blowing up.

Liu Fengxia's smile froze in place, she tightened her grip on the small satchel, and she lowered her head to catch a glimpse of Song Zhiwei holding the corner of the other party's clothes.The delicate eyebrows frowned.

She didn't give up and continued to shout: "Weiwei."

The voice is aggravated: "Weiwei!"

Song Zhiwei lifted his eyelids upwards, tears streaming down his face.

His eyelashes were long and profuse, sticking together wet after being wet.

Han Lu made a sound, and called out solemnly: "Auntie."

Liu Fengxia stopped calling her son.Han Lu turned his head and said softly to Song Zhiwei, "You wait for me at the intersection ahead."

Song Zhiwei ran away in a flash.

Liu Fengxia immediately looked at Han Lu with unfriendly eyes. The other party was so imposing at such a young age, with a shrewd appearance, and even made her son obey.

What a disadvantage to his son.

"Auntie..." Han Lu called her.

...

-

Song Zhiwei ran to a three-way intersection and stopped.

After about 5 minutes, Han Lu came out of his house, and Liu Fengxia didn't chase him until he walked in front of her.

Song Zhiwei couldn't believe it: "How did you convince her?"

He is not crying now, and his eyes are not red, like hallucinations.But the wet eyelashes still exposed him.

--

Han Lu looked at it for a while, and then said, "I said I was the oldest, and your mother thought we could study hard, so she agreed to let you out."

"Young poor." Song Zhiwei smiled.He knew that the other party was joking, but if he still joked in such a serious tone, it was... more funny.

He hummed unconvinced: "I'm not afraid of her."

He was just a stopgap measure, if he ran away just now, what the hell would happen if he called the police.But if he was allowed to stay at home, he would feel very insecure.

The other party will definitely ask me to eat or something, what if it happens to be hot in ** and I didn't hear the other party's words, what should I do if the other party knocks the door regardless?

He followed Han Lu to Han Lu's house.

Han Lu thought about it, Song Zhiwei is a bit strange today, first of all, wearing a hat must be to cover something.

He's not going to dye his hair red again, is he?

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly felt sour.

The other one is that he doesn't want to see people. He still thinks that Song Zhiwei doesn't want to see outsiders, but now he leaves his mother and goes home with him.

Song Zhiwei asked: "Is there anyone in your family?"

Han Lu shook his head: "My house has been empty for a long time."

"Don't you have a nanny?"

"There are part-time workers, but I don't like having other people at home, and." He added inexplicably: "I can cook."

After saying this sentence, Han Lu's expression became very strange, and it was difficult to understand the meaning.

But Song Zhiwei was immersed in his own affairs and didn't see it.

A room with no one else sounds quite safe.

He frowned and asked cautiously, "Can I stay at your place tonight?"

"of course can."

The other party replied without hesitation, relaxed and happy, and did not ask him why.Song Zhiwei was indeed relieved.

Tomorrow is the second day of the ** period, and it is also the most severe wave of the three waves of **.

There are a few hours when he is absolutely awake, that is, now and at night, he can sleep and rest.

When I wake up tomorrow, my consciousness will not be so clear, and I will be on fire all the time, but I can barely control the sovereignty of my body. At this time, there are seven or eight hours.

The two or three hours when I lost consciousness were the hardest.

"Are you sleeping with me?"

"No! Of course not!"

He thought the crisis was over, but when he saw Han Lu's guest room.

Shame directly fell to the center of the earth.

He was steaming all over, and there was only one thought left in his mind: I will stain the sheets of Han Lu's guest room. --

I will stain the sheets of Han Yul's guest room.

I will stain the sheets of Han Yul's guest room——

Infinite loop.

It's going to explode, let him die.

He walked out tremblingly: "I'd better go home."

Han Lu stretched out his hand to block him, "Why, don't you like this room? It's okay to sleep in mine." Then he was going to take Song Zhiwei to visit: "My room is bigger."

Song Zhiwei shook his head faster when he heard that it was changed to the other party's room! ! !

"No."

If someone he doesn't know has slept with, um...no, he's weirdly obsessed with cleanliness right now.

If it's Han Lu's bed sheets, um... it seems to be okay, after all, they are friends, and they can sleep after washing, so he won't feel particularly ashamed.

But the most likely thing is that he will buy a new set directly for the other party.Eh?Seems to be okay?

No!Don't fall, don't think like this!

At this time, there should be no compromise!

This is a matter of principle!

This is protecting a precarious face!

Song Zhiwei shook his head: "No, it's because I suddenly don't want to sleep anymore." He also felt that it was disgusting for him to repeat himself like this, and trouble others, so he apologized softly: "I'm sorry..."

Han Lu glanced at him, eyelashes lowered, and suddenly said: "You can go back, but your mother will definitely catch you."

"Really?" Song Zhiwei's face cracked, and he was very broken: "No way. She usually doesn't care about me."

"Didn't she just want to cook you dinner? I guess she wants to repair the relationship between you."

Song Zhiwei bowed his head in thought.

The moment he bowed his head, he didn't see a successful smile flashing in Han Lu's eyes.