So you are such a president

Lin Wenxiu's movements were skillful, and Cheng Qingrong let it out in just a few strokes, and the latter gasped for breath and tried to calm his breathing.

Cheng Qingrong, who felt that he seemed to be a bit weak lately, was about to regain his title of old driver. He leaned forward halfway, and licked Lin Wenxiu's palm with the tip of his tongue.

Cheng Qingrong raised his eyes and looked at Lin Wenxiu: "It tastes sweet."

Lin Wenxiu said: "The reason why it feels sweet is because the liquid contains not only a lot of water, but also a small amount of sugars such as glucose."

Cheng Qingrong was stunned for a moment: "Why did it taste a bit bitter last time?"

Lin Wenxiu withdrew his hand, wiped his fingers with a tissue, and then said slowly, "Because the taste buds most sensitive to sweetness are on the tip of the tongue, and the taste buds most sensitive to bitterness are on the base of the tongue."

Cheng Qingrong: ...

Cheng Qingrong almost couldn't help applauding, as expected of a professor, he knows so much.

But why don't you know the knowledge on the bed?If I had learned the knowledge about bed earlier, wouldn't the two of us be able to have sex sooner?

After washing his hands in the bathroom, Lin Wenxiu wiped off the water stains on his hands with a dry towel beside him, and then opened the bathroom door.

Cheng Qingrong lay down again under the quilt, half-closed his eyes, and seemed to be falling asleep.

Lin Wenxiu sat down on the chair beside him again, took the book on the side, and flipped through it.

"Aren't you resting?" Cheng Qingrong asked him, suppressing his drowsiness.

Lin Wenxiu didn't look up: "Go to sleep and leave me alone."

Cheng Qingrong yawned and was about to close his eyes when there was a knock on the door of the dormitory.

Lin Wenxiu put down the book in his hand: "Who?"

From outside the door came a slightly aristocratic and reserved voice unique to the people of country D: "It's me, Simon."

Lin Wenxiu opened the door and said coldly, "Is there something wrong?"

Simon smiled, and his deep facial features became lively and attractive: "I found out that you seem to be a little confused about something in the morning. I want to discuss it with you. Professor Finch is also here."

Originally, Lin Wenxiu was going to refuse, but when he heard that it was a matter of work, he immediately nodded and agreed: "Please wait a moment."

After closing the door, Lin Wenxiu turned around to take off his down jacket hanging on the hanger, but suddenly saw Cheng Qingrong, who was already going to sleep, sitting up from the bed, looking out the door with deep eyes.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Lin Wenxiu was a little puzzled.

Cheng Qingrong shook his head: "I'm not sleepy anymore."

"You haven't rested for a long time." Lin Wenxiu put on his down jacket and wrapped himself up tightly again.

"Suddenly I'm not sleepy anymore." Cheng Qingrong gritted his teeth, "Not only am I not sleepy, but I also feel that I am very powerful in fighting, and I can kill ten cows with my bare hands."

Lin Wenxiu said, "Then I'm going to the research room."

"Go." Cheng Qingrong smiled, and couldn't see any other expressions, but Lin Wenxiu just felt that there was something wrong with the other party.

"There's something wrong with you." Lin Wenxiu said it directly.

Cheng Qingrong smiled: "You think too much."

Seeing that Lin Wenxiu still didn't believe it, Cheng Qingrong had no choice but to say: "You go to the research room, I'm sleepy too, I'm going to sleep."

Lin Wenxiu felt relieved, nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'm leaving."

After going out, Simon was still waiting outside. After seeing Lin Wenxiu, Simon immediately stood up straight: "Professor Lin."

Lin Wenxiu nodded lightly: "Professor Simon, let's hurry up."

The two walked side by side, and Simon asked from the side: "I heard voices in the room just now, is it Professor Dou?"

"It's my wife."

Simon was a little surprised: "Mrs. Lin?"

Lin Wenxiu said, "It's not Mrs. Lin, it's Mrs. Cheng." He added, "He doesn't need to be named by his husband's surname. He is very independent and great."

The expression on Simon's face was a bit unnatural, and his cheeks were also a little red. Because his skin was too fair, the redness was very obvious.He followed behind Lin Wenxiu, looking a little shy and embarrassed: "You two have such a good relationship."

Lin Wenxiu nodded casually: "It's okay."

After entering the laboratory, Lin Wenxiu took off his down jacket and put on a white coat.

Discussing some issues will inevitably involve the hands-on part, and it is obviously more convenient to wear a white coat.But the research room here did not have Lin Wenxiu's overalls. Simon helped him out of the cabinet with a brand new white coat.

Finch was a little impatient: "Let's start directly, I have other things to do in half an hour."

Lin Wenxiu didn't care about the attitude of the other party. After putting on his white coat, he directly started discussing with the two professors.

This discussion lasted for nearly half an hour, and Cheng Qingrong, who was outside the door, felt that his days were like years.

Cheng Qingrong felt that he could no longer sit and wait for death like this.

Although he knew that Lin Wenxiu was his husband, there were always some suitors around him. Some of these suitors should not be taken seriously, but a very good man like Simon still gave him a full sense of crisis.

Cheng Qingrong felt that it was time for him to do something to show his possessiveness.

He must mark what belongs to him.

It is necessary for people all over the world to clearly realize——

Lin Wenxiu, no matter in the past, present, or future, is Cheng Qingrong's husband.

This is unchangeable, propositional composition.

After waiting for a while, Cheng Qingrong was really impatient. He was just about to go in, no matter whether Lin Wenxiu was upset or not because his work was interrupted, he wanted to finish his work when the door of the research room was opened.

Two professors with foreign faces hurriedly left the research room.

Cheng Qingrong paused, stood up from the corner, shook his numb legs, and walked in slowly.

Lin Wenxiu, who heard the movement and looked up, was a little surprised: "Qingrong?"

He saw a strange smile on Cheng Qingrong's face, which seemed to be a bit dangerous. Lin Wenxiu was obviously not familiar with such a Cheng Qingrong. The door of the room, and turned around to lock it.

"What are you doing?" Lin Wenxiu asked in a low voice.

"Do what I've always wanted to do." Cheng Qingrong slightly raised his chin, looking straight into Lin Wenxiu's eyes, "I think now is a very good time."

Lin Wenxiu frowned: "Don't make trouble, Professor Simon will be back soon."

Cheng Qingrong smiled: "Although I know it's unnecessary, I feel very uncomfortable just hearing you call him by his name."

Lin Wenxiu wondered if Cheng Qingrong had taken the wrong medicine.

"Do we need to talk?"

At least to understand what happened to Cheng Qingrong, Lin Wenxiu always felt that the other party was a little weird, not at all like the Cheng Qingrong he usually saw.

"Okay, let's talk." Cheng Qingrong stretched out his hand and unbuttoned his suit one by one, looked at Lin Wenxiu with a dark and gloomy gaze, "Talk with your body."

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Past: Professor: Rogue!President: innocent

Now: President: Rogue!Professor: innocent