but few idlers

"I feel like... the sky is covered with a fine fishing net."

Wu Yaoyu opened his eyes and looked out the window.

"Is this a sandstorm?" Zhou Kewen's voice was a little hoarse, and he rolled over and nestled in Wu Zhuyu's arms.Wu Yaoyu touched Zhou Kewen's long hair repeatedly.

"You seldom hug me like this." Zhou Kewen's breath hit Wu Yaoyu's chest, like thin vines wrapped around Wu Yaoyu's heart.

"You rarely act like a baby! You always seduce with bad intentions." Wu Yaoyu complained dissatisfied.

In the consultation room yesterday, at a critical moment, Wu Yaoyu escaped from the clutches of the clutches.After being together for such a long time, whether Zhou Kewen seduces intentionally or flirts naturally, Wu Yaoyu still knows clearly.

But when they got home, the two got entangled together and fell asleep in a drowsy state until now.

Zhou Kewen smiled and listened quietly to Wu Yaoyu's heartbeat.

"Isn't there something to do today?"

"The spring night is short and the day is high, and the king will not go to court early from now on."

"You are the only one who is knowledgeable." Zhou Kewen raised his hand and pinched Wu Yaoyu's nose.

"I used to memorize poems, I always didn't understand, and memorized in a daze. Later, in the long years, every sentence has been confirmed."

"Get up, Kanojia said later that you should be in a hurry, don't drive today." Zhou Kewen broke free from Wu Zhuyu's arms, sat up and put on his pajamas, and dragged Wu Zhuyu to sit up.

"It's just laziness." Rubbing Wu Zhuyu's hair, "It's time to fix it."

Wu Zhu begged for a kiss foolishly, got out of bed and prepared to go out.When Wu Yaoyu was standing in front of Luo Jiayan's store, the pointer just pointed to ten o'clock.

"Yo! You are punctual." Luo Jiayan stood on the shelf, looking down at Wu Yaoyu.

"Hey. Where's Kano?" Wu Zhiyu took off his mask, put it in his bag, rolled up his sleeves and started to work.

"He, come later. Take Dr. Zhou to dinner at night, don't forget."

"Understood. She has gone to the hospital and will come here in the afternoon."

"okay!"

Wu Yaoyu and Luo Jiayan chatted while drawing, and after an hour, they saw Luo Jianuo, who had come late, push the door in, but there was Shen Chubei beside him.

"Mr. Wu, good weekend." Shen Chubei looked up at Wu Zhiyu on the shelf, wearing a bright yellow top, simple jeans and canvas shoes, the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing the snow-white forearms.

"Hello." Wu Yaoyu greeted gently, thinking that uncles like Luo Jianuo are really popular with girls!

"Yuyu, have you checked the admission list?" Luo Jianuo handed Wu Yaoyu a glass of water, and Wu Yaoyu took the water, but he didn't intend to come down at all.

"No."

"You blocked Fatty Yang's good show!"

"You're outspoken." Wu Zhiyu said angrily, as a teacher, Wu Zhiyu still pays attention to it.

"Come on, it's not like you haven't been a student before. You are better at giving nicknames to teachers than anyone else."

Luo Jiannuo looked at the obedient Wu Yaoyu, little girl, with two faces!The standard other people's children obey the rules on the surface, but despise everything in private.

"There is righteousness in the heaven and the earth, mixed with manifolds, the rivers and mountains below, and the sun and stars above." Wu Zhuyu put the water glass aside and played with colors.

Shen Chubei looked at Wu Zhuyu's straight back, the hair on the back was a bit long, I don't know if she has any plans to keep it.I remember looking through the files in the student union that day, and found photos of Wu Yaoyu who was a model of cultural shirts when he graduated from undergraduate.At the age of sixteen or seventeen, the soft long hair makes people dream about, and the young appearance makes people want to protect them in their arms.But now Wu Yaoyu's eyebrows and eyes are more mature, there is a trace of charm in his gestures, and his blog post is gentle and uninhibited.Everyone knew that Fatty Yang and Wu Yaoyu had trouble getting along, but she herself acted like a normal person.Shen Chubei was a little envious, after all, not everyone has the qualification to be willful.

"Hey, once a person has the burden of an idol, it's not fun." Luo Jiayan's words interrupted Shen Chubei's thinking, and she handed Wu Yaoyu an apple, and said thoughtfully.

"Don't eat."

"What? Do you think you are Snow White?"

"Yes! My dear little dwarf."