What if there are no inhibitors?

Song Zhiwei frowned, he was quite afraid of staying at home, if he didn't answer, Liu Fengxia would directly open the door with other keys, compared to Han Lu who was more reliable.In addition, Han Lu's house is close, so he came here.

He never expected to cause such a big "trouble" to others.

But now he is afraid of any accidents on the way to the hotel. First of all, he is wearing pajamas and does not have an ID card. After returning home, he changed his clothes and got his ID card, and then rushed to a nearby hotel.

After all, the fever does not strictly follow the timetable.

If he is in full view on the street.

Then he could really die. --

Song Zhiwei moved his lips, very solemnly: "Han Lu."

With this shout, Han Lu unconsciously stood up straight from his leaning against the wall.

"You said."

"Which room has a bathroom?"

"My room."

"Then I'll sleep in your room, but I have to change the four-piece suit after I'm done, and I'll pay for it."

Han Lu frowned instinctively: "If you want to change, change it. How much will it cost?"

Song Zhiwei said: "Listen to me, I am very persistent in this matter, but I don't dislike you, nor do I dislike myself, it's just..." The light in his eyes dimmed: "Just treat me as sick, but I I can assure you that it’s definitely not an infectious disease, and it’s not harmful, it’s just…”

He pursed his lips and grinned a forced smile: "Just in case."

Han Lu's heart ached, and he looked at Song Zhiwei with dark eyes.

But Song Zhiwei was shorter than him, and the other party's eyes were lowered, his eyelashes fluttered, and he didn't look at him.

Han Lu said softly, "What's going on?"

Song Zhiwei patted his head irritably. The hat was made of fiber fabric with rough lines, and it was in direct contact with his rabbit ears, making it a little itchy.

Moreover, the hat was not ventilated, and his ears were so long that he could hold and lift them with one hand, but now they were all huddled together in the hat, and as time passed, the inside began to sweat.

It was just itchy and hot.

Even according to Han Lu's character, he couldn't help asking: "What's going on?"

With a restless voice, he rubbed the hat on his head fiercely: "I can't explain it for a while. If you think it's troublesome, forget it."

Han Lu asked, "Then do your parents know about this situation?"

He hoped that Song Zhiwei could tell his parents about this matter, and then let them solve it.

Song Zhiwei shook his head: "I don't know."

Han Lu raised his eyebrows.

Song Zhiwei explained patiently: "I don't want anyone to know, I'm the most honest about you."

Han Lu: "What else do I need to do?"

"Secret."

"Ah."

"Then don't come to the room where I sleep." Song Zhiwei was afraid that his strength was not enough, so he lowered his voice: "Please, don't be curious."

"You..." Han Lu rarely hesitated to speak: "It's not a big deal. It will all pass."

Song Zhiwei nodded and cheered himself up: "Well! It's over on the 27th."

Han Lu silently memorized the number, turned around and left a sentence: "Wait a minute." After a few minutes, he came over with a large handful of clothes and trousers in his hand. Song Zhiwei's eyelids drooped, and the fingers of his other hand were still hooked. Two**.

Han Lu put these things in his hands, then lowered his head and said, "Relax."

Song Zhiwei nodded, went into Han Lu's room, threw all the clothes on the bed, rummaged through them, and found two sets of these things at once.

He realized later that under normal circumstances, one set should be enough. How did Han Lu know that he was so short of clean clothes?

Could it be the number 27 he just mentioned, and the reason why he insisted on "replacing" all the four-piece suits on the bed?

Called Liu Fengxia to say that she would not be going back tonight, she was not surprised there, and said lightly: "I know."

Song Zhiwei went on to say: "I won't come back tomorrow night."

There was silence for a while, then she gritted her teeth slightly: "It's up to you."

Now he didn't have any worries, he stayed in the room and didn't come out.

He didn't know the owner of this villa.

Since he entered the room, he has been sitting in the living room until one o'clock in the morning.

There was a draft on the tea table in front of Han Lu.

Among them, from 9.25 to 9.27, I asked for three days off.

On 10.25, I asked for leave again, and on 10.27 I was "ill".

These two sentences are emphatically circled.

After a while, the piece of paper was burned by a lighter.

The villa is big and there are few people. In the dead of night, even if the lights are brightly lit, it will inevitably appear deserted.

Even the clothes are stained with coolness.

Han Lu put his hands on his chest and leaned back gently.His eyes kept looking at the light coming from a certain room on the second floor, as if he was looking at a lighthouse seriously.

Until one o'clock in the morning, he was sure that the people in that room would not have "life accidents."

Then I turned off the lights and went upstairs to sleep.

Song Zhiwei woke up completely at noon on the 26th and successfully survived the second wave of fever.

Maybe because of staying in an unfamiliar environment, the breath is full of another person's smell.

He was extremely emotional, unlike the previous two times when he climbed slowly, this time he was half a day earlier than before.

--

After he was done, he got up and took clean clothes and went to the bathroom.

Because the fur on the tail of the rabbit with rabbit ears is more effective than the bath ball, he put on the shower gel, and within two seconds, the two places were full of foam.

He combined two rabbit ears into one strand and "rubbed" them like a girl washing her long hair.

His rabbit ears and tail are very sensitive, and he can't help bowing when touched.He usually doesn't even touch himself very much, and usually showers with water when he takes a bath.

But maybe in the past two days, he wore a hat and covered his ears, and he suddenly wanted to wash it.

After washing it clean, his body was refreshed and his mood was refreshed. He used the blower to dry the fur of his rabbit ears and tail.

Put on Han Yul's clothes, put on his hat, put on his own baseball jacket, and open the door to go out.

When he went downstairs, he heard noises from the kitchen. He paused, then walked down quickly, leaning against the kitchen door and grinning: "You're up."

"Yeah." Han Lu's voice was very flat: "I made some food."

As soon as the words fell, he turned off the fire and put the fish-flavored shredded pork in the pot on a plate. Song Zhiweiguang's stomach growled when he smelled the smell.

Song Zhiwei's heart became hot, and he burst out directly: "The food you stir-fried looks delicious. If it was the situation before, I would definitely not be able to eat it. Fortunately, I am lucky today, and I have a good meal."

Han Lu glanced at Song Zhiwei when he turned to wash the pot.

The other party's complexion is fair, her lips are a little rosier than usual, and she is very healthy.

It's just that he is not in a good spirit, his brows and eyes are full of laziness, and the end of his eyes is full of spring color, which is very different from the usual pure and innocent grape eyes.

He was wearing his own clothes, with a large neckline, revealing a large neck and delicate collarbone. He was leaning against the door, exuding the breath of a little female cat, very lazy.

Han Lu frankly withdrew his gaze.

Song Zhiwei found that he had slipped his tongue.

Whether it's yesterday's "27th", "sickness", or "I'm sure I can't eat it in this situation".

These information make this "disease" from hazy to clear.

This is undoubtedly dancing on the tip of the knife.But he actually broke the jar and felt: It's quite exciting?

Added to this was an unspeakable sense of relief: someone had shared the secret with him.

So he didn't explain much, such as "I prefer to sleep late."

He blinked his beautiful moist eyes, and asked in a lazy tone that he even found: "What other dishes did you cook?"

"Sliced ​​boiled meat, and a bowl of soup, what kind of soup do you want?" Han Lu poured a large bowl of water into the pot, and it seemed that the soup was boiling.

"Is tomato egg soup okay?"

"Yes." Han Lu said, "Help me get a tomato from the refrigerator."

Song Zhiwei didn't feel that he was "ordered", so he hurriedly opened the refrigerator.

There are quite a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator, Song Zhiwei glanced enviously, his house is full of snacks, no wonder every time the cooking aunt comes to his house, she will buy them again.

He was surprised: "There are so many edible dishes in your family, doesn't it mean that your parents don't come back often?"

Han Lu smiled lightly: "Didn't I say I know how to cook?"

Song Zhiwei kept quiet: awesome.

Maybe it's because the second wave of passion consumed most of his energy, or maybe Han Yu's skills are good.

Song Zhiwei ate three bowls of rice.

He put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said contentedly, "I'm full."

"Yeah." Han Lu nodded, very coldly.

Song Zhiwei said yesterday, "Just treat me as sick." The frustration revealed during this time made him dare not take this issue lightly.

Song Zhiwei didn't know how long he had been passionate for the next wave, after all, the second wave was ahead of schedule.But there is time to do the dishes.

He stopped the other party, "I'm coming!"

Then, out of tune singing came from the kitchen.

Han Lu held his chin, his gaze became far-reaching.

Song Zhiwei came out shaking the water, "I'm going back to my room."

"Ah."

Han Lu turned to play with his mobile phone.

As soon as he returned to the room, Song Zhiwei took off his hat, let the rabbit ears breathe, then took off his baseball jacket, picked up Han Lu's clothes and put them under his armpits, and dried his fur balls.

It's summer now, and even with the air conditioner on, it's uncomfortable for him to wear long sleeves.

He rummaged through his pajamas to find his mobile phone and played with it for a while.

Waiting for the third wave of ** fever.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Han Lu was wandering in the garden next to his room, poking the mud with his left and kicking the railing with his right.

I don't know how long it took before returning to the room.

-

At ten o'clock in the morning on the 27th, Song Zhiwei went through the last wave of fever.

He came out of the shower, dried his ears and tail with a hairdryer, and put on another set of clean clothes.

He bent over and rolled up his pajamas and Han Lu's dirty clothes, took off the four-piece suit on the bed and rolled them up, and wrapped them around the sheets to make a simple bundle.

He held the clothes in his left hand and went downstairs with a four-piece suit in his right hand.

He sat in the living room for a while, and Han Lujin slowly went downstairs with his slippers on.

Song Zhiwei was in good spirits at this moment, and asked with a smile, "Have you had breakfast?"

Han Lu shook his head.

"Then I'll treat you to breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I'll take care of it for the next week." His voice rose, and he sounded in a good mood.

Han Lu froze for a moment, then nodded helplessly: "You decide."

Han Lu is a very "sovereign" and "dominant" person, otherwise he wouldn't have helped others pay medical expenses and refused to let the other party pay back when he was not familiar with Song Zhiwei.

One is that he really thought that Song Zhiwei had no money at the time, after all, he was beaten up and screamed.

The second is that the other party is really pitiful.

Generally speaking, he is a very generous character who doesn't need to be generous, but he knows that if he doesn't accept Song Zhiwei's thanks now, the other party may have trouble sleeping and eating.

--

Song Zhiwei nodded in satisfaction, "Alright then, let's go now, I'll go home and put something away."

-

Song Zhiwei went home and threw the dirty clothes and four-piece suit into the washing machine. On the way out, he ordered a very expensive four-piece suit on the Internet, which was similar to Han Lu's.

This is going out.

The two planned to have breakfast and lunch together, so they chose carefully.

This restaurant is located on the two streets next to their community. The environment looks very clean and elegant, and each dining table is separated by a classical mahogany screen.

As soon as the two sat down, Han Lu asked Song Zhiwei to order, and Song Zhiwei shook his head shyly.

He asked Han Lu to order first.

Although this incident has passed and Han Lu may not know the specifics, he is still a little embarrassed.

Han Lu was not too polite, picked up the menu and ordered.

What they didn't know was that there was a person sitting in the inner box, who could just see the two of them from the corner, but they couldn't see each other.

The table has already been eaten, and a bottle of white wine is placed on the table.They sat lazily on chairs and chatted.

He Shengze kept staring at a certain place, then looked away as if nothing had happened, and said after a while: "I ask you, does a person who likes you very much really suddenly dislike you?"

"Hahahaha!!!" There was a burst of laughter.

"Brother Sheng, why do you ask such a motherly question?"

"Do you like it or not? Just look at it."

"By the way, who does Brother Sheng have his eyes on?"

He Shengze felt irritated for a while, and he knew it was unreliable to ask this group of people, so he said viciously, "Get lost!"

Unexpectedly, this group of people laughed more happily, as if they had never seen the world in eight hundred lives, "It seems that they should be someone who liked him before."

He Shengze passed everyone present with his index finger one by one. Everyone who was touched restrained their smiles, but the muscles on their faces twitched uncontrollably.

He Shengze threatened softly, "I don't like anyone."

The elder brothers winked: "Yes, yes, so may I ask who you used to like...?"

"roll!"

After Song Zhiwei and Han Lu had finished eating, he was stopped shortly after he had paid.

"Song Zhiwei!"

He turned around, and it was He Shengze, who was blushing and reeked of alcohol.

He Shengze: "Come here, let me talk to you."

"have nothing to say."

He Shengze frowned, and the corners of his eyes were twisted: "I'll ask you to come here."

"I'm curious." Han Lu lightly attracted the attention of the two of them. He glanced up and down at He Shengze, as if he was really puzzled, "Where did you get such courage? Those who don't know have no fear?"

"Fuck." He Shengze clenched his fists as if he was about to hit him.

"Hey." Song Zhiwei rushed up and pushed him away: "Speak well, talk well."

Hearing this, Han Lu loosened his clenched fist.

Song Zhiwei was one head and two older, and he finally knew why Han Lu kept stopping him when he wanted to fight.

Fighting on my own is pretty cool, but when I watch others fight, I suddenly feel like "pretending to be fake" to try to make peace.

What's more, He Shengze smelled so strong of alcohol, what if it didn't end well.

He said to He Shengze in a good voice, "Just say what you have to say."

He Shengze glanced at Han Lu provocatively, and Han Lu narrowed his eyes.

Song Zhiwei sighed, and took a few steps outside by himself, "Is it okay to say it here?"

He Shengze was unwilling to follow, he looked at Song Zhiwei.

Time stands still.