After picking up the baby, my father and I became rivals

Song Wenzhi really had a cold, and he started drooping his little head when he got home at night. He couldn't lift his spirits up, but Zhang Yu was very distressed.

"Baby, drink the ginger soup while it's hot." Zhang Yu brought a cup of freshly boiled ginger soup, and softly called Song Wenzhi who was lying on the bed.

Song Wenzhi took the ginger soup, looked at the steaming light brown liquid in the glass, and pouted, obviously not liking the taste of ginger soup.

"I put a spoonful of honey, it's not spicy, drink it quickly." Zhang Yu said and stroked Song Wenzhi's hair.

Zhang Yu didn't want Song Wenzhi to feel so uncomfortable, although it was good to take cold medicine and hurry up.But Song Wenzhi had only given birth to his son half a year after all, no matter how he took care of him during pregnancy, he couldn't make up for Song Wenzhi's lack of vitality.

Therefore, in order to avoid harm to the body, Song Wenzhi tried not to let Song Wenzhi take medicine for this kind of minor illness that can heal itself.

Song Wenzhi knew that drinking ginger soup would heal quickly, so he gritted his teeth and poured a cup of ginger soup into his mouth with a flick of his neck, as if a strong man went out to drink marching wine.

The hot liquid poured into the throat. Although honey was added to the ginger soup, the hot ginger flavor still made Song Wenzhi's small face wrinkled into a white bread.

Looking at Song Wenzhi's wrinkled handsome face, Zhang Yu sighed remorsefully. If he hadn't asked Song Wenzhi to go to the rooftop, maybe Song Wenzhi wouldn't have caught a cold.

Song Wenzhi calmed down after drinking the fried ginger soup, his black hair was slightly raised from his forehead, and a little hair was raised.

He rubbed his eyes, seeing Zhang Yu's melancholy expression, he knew what Zhang Yu was thinking.

"What are you thinking? My cold was caught by the little vice. If you want to blame it, you have to blame her!" Song Wenzhi said half-jokingly.

At this time, the vice president sister sneezed five times in a row.

"The vice president of your association?"

"That's right." Song Wenzhi couldn't hold back and sneezed again.

Zhang Yu handed Song Wenzhi a tissue, frowned and said, "Why don't I leave tomorrow, I want to be with you." Zhang Yu is going to Linshi to participate in the exchange meeting tomorrow, but he is really worried The sick Song Wenzhi.

"Stop it." Song Wenzhi stretched out his hand and made a stop gesture: "A business is a business, a private matter is a private matter. This opportunity is so rare. Besides, I just have a small cold, so I can't take care of myself."

Zhang Yu is always like this, as long as it is about Song Wenzhi, the president of the Alpha Association, who is usually vigorous and vigorous, will become unprincipled and put Song Wenzhi first in everything.

Because Zhang Yu has a paranoid desire to protect Song Wenzhi.

Although Song Wenzhi was brought up by Zhang Yu, Song Wenzhi also has good three views. He doesn't want Zhang Yu to be around him all day long, and he also hopes that his man can go further.

Thinking of this, Song Wenzhi opened his arms, and Zhang Yu immediately pulled him into his arms subconsciously.

In fact, if it wasn't for him, Zhang Yu could have gone to a better university.

But Song Wenzhi was also reluctant to part with Zhang Yu, because no one in this world would treat him as nicely as Zhang Yu.

Song Wenzhi knows everything, but he is willing to indulge.

"Okay then." Zhang Yu said: "But I may not be able to contact you for three days, I will miss you very much." Zhang Yu said with an exaggerated emphasis on the word very much.

Song Wenzhi burst out laughing in Zhang Yu's arms: "Then what can I do, can you take me away in your arms?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yu really pretended to think about it seriously, "If possible, I really want to lock you up so that only I can see it."

Song Wenzhi chuckled: "So you think so, old pervert."

If it wasn't for Song Wenzhi's illness, Zhang Yu really wanted to scratch Song Wenzhi's belly, making him unable to straighten up from laughing.

The two of them were silent for a while, suddenly Song Wenzhi rolled his eyes and asked Zhang Yu for no reason.

"You said that if we were not bamboo horses, and I firmly didn't want to be with you, would you lock me up?"

"Yes." Zhang Yu replied without any hesitation.

Although Song Wenzhi asked the question jokingly, Zhang Yu really thought about it seriously for half a second.Because there is no if, Song Wenzhi is his.

But the two of them will not develop into that kind of situation. After all, this is a sweet novel, not a bloody novel.

After Zhang Yu finished speaking, Song Wenzhi didn't answer him for a long time. Zhang Yu thought that Song Wenzhi was frightened, and thought about choosing his words, but he didn't know how to say it, so he listened to Song Wenzhi's quiet opening.

"Also said that you are not a pervert, hehe."

Zhang Yu: "..."

……

Early the next morning, Zhang Yu left, saying that he was not allowed to contact him, but he really was not allowed to contact him. After Zhang Yu sent Song Wenzhi a message saying "arrived" at around ten o'clock in the morning, Song Wenzhi stopped talking. No news from Zhang Yu.

"What kind of seminar? Do you study the formula of Laoganma? It's mysterious." Looking at the empty chat interface, Song Wenzhi threw the phone aside.

The vice president's sister asked for a day off today, saying that she had a cold and was really unwell, and she wanted to go to the hospital.

Song Wenzhi felt fine, maybe because the cold was not too serious, or maybe because he drank the ginger soup, he didn't feel too unwell.

However, if you are emotional, you will still feel dizzy.

The day passes quickly, and there are relatively few classes today.Song Wenzhi tidied up his seat when he had nothing to do, and found several textbooks that he didn't need temporarily. He was holding a few heavy textbooks and planned to take them back to the apartment and put them away.

Song Wenzhi has already made an appointment with Bai Xingyu, these few days Bai Xingyu lives in Song Wenzhi's apartment to accompany him.It just so happened that Bai Xingyu's accommodation approval has not come down these few days, Song Wenzhi readily agreed to Bai Xingyu as soon as he mentioned it.

Moreover, Zhang Yu personally thanked Bai Xingyu, telling Bai Xingyu that Song Wenzhi had a bad sense of the road and was easy to get lost.

He also sent Bai Xingyu the route map back to the apartment in advance, hoping that Bai Xingyu and Song Wenzhi would return to the apartment together.

"Light rain."

Song Wenzhi came out of the teaching building, Bai Xingyu was already waiting for him downstairs.

The hazy night seems to be covered with a layer of tulle, which makes people look down on things.Bai Xingyu stood quietly on the side of the building, almost blending into the dark gray tone.

Song Wenzhi felt that Bai Xingyu had lost weight again.

Although he knew what Bai Xingyu was suffering for, Song Wenzhi would not mention anything in front of him, lest Bai Xingyu would be hurt again.

"Sorry for the long wait." Song Wenzhi walked up to Bai Xingyu with a small stack of books in his hands.

"No, I just arrived." Bai Xingyu saw the book in Song Wenzhi's hand: "Do you want me to help?"

"No thanks."

"Ok."

The figures on the side of the road were lingering, not too lively, but not too quiet either.This road is almost full of offices and businesses, and you will see a few shops from time to time. Perhaps it is the busiest time in the evening, and there are not many pedestrians on the road.

The two walked past the street lights, and Song Wenzhi talked to Bai Xingyu a lot of interesting things in order to make Bai Xingyu happy, and Bai Xingyu was also very happy to listen.

A smile gradually appeared on the corner of Bai Xingyu's mouth. If there was no obvious sickness on his face, maybe nothing really happened.

"I'm sorry to ask you to help with the cooking." Song Wenzhi didn't know how to cook, but only washed dishes.And Zhang Yu didn't let him eat takeaway, so he could only ask Bai Xingyu to make some food.

"No, I still want Brother Song to try my cooking." Bai Xingyu shook his head with a chuckle, "The sweet and sour pork ribs I made are delicious, you must try them."

"Hahaha, I'm looking forward to it." Song Wenzhi looked at Bai Xingyu with a smile, and suddenly found that the curvature of Bai Xingyu's mouth suddenly receded, and he looked straight ahead without blinking.

Song Wenzhi looked in the direction Bai Xingyu was looking at strangely, and saw Tan Zihao not far away.