Professor, do you want an inhibitor?

After Fu Qingshu hung up the phone, he rubbed his forehead and rested on the steering wheel for a while.

Marking is the last road, and it was also the road he least wanted to take, but ever since Shen Juanyi told him about his mother, his face has been entangled in front of his eyes all the time.

He can no longer use banned drugs.

Fu Qingshu lied to herself, it wasn't that he felt sorry for Shen Juanyi, that he was reluctant to leave him alone in this world, and it wasn't that he didn't want to let him bear the pain of losing and being left behind again.

He just didn't want to owe Shen Junyi, the young man loved himself with all his heart and didn't ask for a response, he was just reciprocating courtesy.

Fu Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the red line on his wrist, and lowered his eyes for a while.

Hope it won't be a big problem.

-

On the last day of the collection, Fu Qingshu asked the students to pack up their luggage and put them in the room. After the collection in the afternoon, they went back to Pingzhou directly.

The students have stayed here for nearly a month. Although they feel that the conditions are poor every day, there are too many mosquitoes, and the bites are all over the body, but they are still reluctant to leave.

Shen Juanyi and the rice ball at the guest house probably belong to the same canine family, except for the first day when they bared their teeth at each other, their relationship has improved by leaps and bounds. When he came back, he greeted him with two barks.

Fu Qingshu stood by the window on the second floor and looked down. He was squatting in front of the rice ball, reaching out to touch its head, but he didn't know what he was talking about.

"A dog can also be called a brother." Fu Qingshu smiled helplessly, closed the curtains, and turned to change clothes.

Not long after, the door lock suddenly clicked, and a person stood at the door.

Fu Qingshu thought that he was still playing with the dog, and packed up his things again, so he simply didn't go back to his room, and changed directly by the bed where Shen Juanyi lived outside.

There was an unusual silence inside and outside the door.

Fu Qingshu was stunned, and Shen Junyi was also stunned, but the professor himself reacted very quickly, put on the same white shirt all year round, and said in a slightly flustered voice, "Why are you back here?"

Shen Juanyi stood at the door, swallowed her saliva and did not come back to her senses, her eyes still fell on Fu Qingshu's body, the tattoo that flashed just now, the thin but not thin arm texture, and the lack of fat and even vaguely The thin waist of the mermaid waistline is visible.

The hand holding the lunch box trembled slightly, and his chest was hot with the urge to go over and rub his waist around him fiercely, and also wanted to hear him admit that he liked him.

After Fu Qingshu finished buttoning his buttons, he returned to his usual indifference, "What did you have?"

"Ah?" Shen Juan looked at his hands suspiciously following his voice, hurriedly walked in and closed the door, and said, "I can't sleep in the morning, and I went fishing with Mr. Sun. I just don't know the soup I made for you." Is it good to drink?"

Fu Qingshu was slightly taken aback, "Did you go fishing this morning?"

Shen Juan opened the lunch box, and a strong fragrance spread out. He took a spoon and put it to his mouth, "Try it?"

Fu Qingshu took the spoon, but Shen Junyi refused to let it go. He moved his hand away, spilled all the soup in the spoon back into the lunch box, and scooped up another spoon and handed it over, "Drink like this."

The spoon was fed to his mouth, and the fresh and thick fish soup touched his lips. Fu Qingshu wanted to back away, but when he thought that he ran out to fish early in the morning, he couldn't bear it.

I know what his temper is, and being able to be quiet for a minute is considered a skill, how can I calm down and go fishing, it is for him.

Fu Qingshu lowered his eyes, sighed softly in his heart, moved his lips together and took a sip from his hand, but was a little surprised. The fish soup was thick and smooth, very fragrant but without a trace of fishy smell.

Shen Juan noticed that he drank it, and fed him another spoonful, asking, "Is it good?"

"Did you cook it?" Fu Qingshu was a little skeptical. The young man made porridge a while ago, but now he can even make fish soup?

"Of course!" Shen Juanyi proudly puffed out his chest, then slumped down again in a moment, and said in a low voice: "Actually, I asked the big brother in the cafeteria to teach me how to do it step by step. He can put whatever he says."

Fu Qingshu couldn't hold back his laughter, softened his brows and said with a smile, "I think so too."

Seeing his smile, Shen Juanyi's heart immediately softened, and became hot again. Seeing that his mouth was still stained with a little fish soup, glistening water stains, he swallowed his throat restrainedly, and lowered his eyes.

Ah, I want to kiss my wife.

Fu Qingshu stopped drinking after a few sips, and Shen Juan said triumphantly, "Professor Fu, I just fed you, won't you give me a sip of courtesy?"

"Drink well by yourself." Fu Qingshu took out a tissue, wiped his mouth, threw it into the trash can, and said softly, "I'll go to Chen Qingwan and talk about today's meeting in Pingzhou, and come down by myself after drinking."

Shen Juanyi grabbed his hand, and the soft palm and fingers were wrapped into his slightly rough palm. Fu Qingshu frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

"Fu Qingshu."

Fu Qingshu raised his head, deliberately lowered his face, and said in a cold voice, "It's not big or small again? I haven't fallen enough a few days ago, and I want to try to see if I can beat me?"

Shen Juanyi secretly bit the tip of her tongue, thought several times in her heart, and asked him cautiously: "When I go back to Pingzhou, will you let me go again? Stay away from the laboratory and stay away from you."

Fu Qingshu pulled out his hand, patted the little wolf dog's head, slightly curled the corner of his mouth and said, "If you don't mess around, it won't happen."

"Does nonsense mean chasing you?" Shen Juan said, suddenly remembering the post that Zhao Lu shared with him, because the "grandpa" incident was more urgent, he put it behind him, but it doesn't mean This thing doesn't exist.

"Drink the soup." After Fu Qingshu finished speaking, he withdrew his hand and turned to leave the room.

Shen Juanyi looked at the soup in his hand, and turned his head to look at his back. He was slender and thin like a green pine covered with snow, and like a bamboo trembling with the wind.

Even if he never regarded Fu Qingshu as a teacher, he was still a professor at Pingcheng University, and he was still a student, so there was a gap between him and him.

At that time, he mobilized a large number of people to chase him, just wanting to get him.

Now that I put it on the tip of my heart, I began to fear that he would suffer a little setback. Shen Juan looked at the fish soup in the lunch box and thought, what should I do if one day I avenge myself and surrender myself.

He is not qualified to ask Fu Qingshu to wait for him.

-

The collection workload on the last day was not heavy, and a few sparse people finished the collection within half an hour. Fu Qingshu looked up, and Shen Juanyi didn't know where he went again.

"Li Yue."

Li Yue has become very familiar with them these days, and he is very eager to learn. He pestered Shen Junyi to ask a lot of messy medical knowledge, and was also interested in genes. Fu Qingshu also taught him a lot.

He trotted over as soon as he heard the shout, and asked sweetly, "What's the matter, Uncle Fu?"

Fu Qingshu asked him, "Where's Brother Shen?"

Li Yue pointed down the back mountain and said, "He's going to water the trees, it's over there, do you need me to call him for you?"

Fu Qingshu looked up and saw that no one came to collect, so he said: "You watch here, if someone comes to collect, let him wait a while, I will go and have a look."

Li Yue nodded hurriedly, sat obediently on the chair and said, "Okay, then you can go!"

Fu Qingshu smiled and patted his head, took off his gloves and mask and put them in the pocket of his white coat, turned around and walked back.

Shen Juan was not there, there was a small bucket on the ground, and a ladle made of a gourd cut in half.

He is half-hearted in everything he does, and he doesn't know what to do when the water is not poured.

Fu Qingshu smiled and walked over to see what kind of tree he planted. He had heard earlier that he planted a tree and wrote a sign, but he never had time to look at it.

He took a closer look, and found that this tree is a unique "love tree" in the local area. When it grows up, it will bear fruit, so it is called "love fruit". It is sour and sweet, and it is said to taste like love.

The smile on the corner of Fu Qingshu's mouth remained undiminished, and he looked down at the card he wrote. He didn't know what to use. He reached out and touched it. It looked like paint, but it didn't look like it. It was probably some kind of paint.

There are three words written in black letters on the card.

Qingyuan meaning.

Clear and distant meaning?

Fu Qingshu's heart seemed to be stung by something. It was a little painful and a little sore. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and traced these three characters with flailing teeth and claws. Little fragility can hit his heart right away.

Fu Qingshu raised his fingers together, clicked the word far and retracted it, bent down to pick up the water ladle to help him pour the water,

Are they gone today, leaving this poor tree of love dead.

Think of it as one.

"Hey, that person is dying, what should I do?"

"What else can I do? Ask the boss to bury him. You can't die in the factory and let him stink."

"Keep an eye on it now. The boss told me not to make too much noise recently, but so many people have problems. Burying alive is too fucking cruel. Whoever did this wicked thing died suddenly."

Fu Qingshu snapped his fingers, and turned his head to see two people walking side by side through the woods not far away, carrying something to the depths of the woods, that is... the direction of the back mountain?

Li Yue said last time that there are ghosts in the back mountain, isn't he referring to Shen Junyi?

Fu Qingshu didn't make much noise, and gently put the ladle in the bucket, holding his breath, listening to their voices drifting away: "They volunteered to test the medicine, and they died when they died. It doesn't matter."

"Come on, what is my wish? I didn't use money to buy their lives. If it weren't for the lack of money to such an extent, who the hell would take their lives to try? Well, it's okay to say, otherwise life would be worse than death. Look at those alpha-not-alpha, Omega-not-Omega monsters who are stuck in estrus all day long, they might as well be dead."

"Okay, just keep your voice down so people can hear you."

They walked farther and farther, and the voice could no longer be heard. Fu Qingshu came back to his senses, and his thoughts quickly sorted out the main points of what they said just now.

In the place where they were, someone tried drugs to change their sexual characteristics, so what they tried was banned drugs?

Li Yue said that there are ghosts in the back mountain, and those screams should be made by those drug testers?

Fu Qingshu clenched his fingers subconsciously. If Shen Juanyi found out, he would have to run to demolish their factory right now. Thinking of this, he suddenly realized.

What about Shen Junyi?

"Shen Juanyi!" Fu Qingshu was flustered for no reason, although Shen Juanyi could fight, but since the opponent was a banned drug workshop, he must have various checkpoints to guard against, how could he survive.

"Hey?"

Fu Qingshu turned his head and saw Shen Juanyi's smiling face, he was suddenly relieved, his heart fell from hanging to the ground, and he frowned and asked him, "Where have you been?"

The author has something to say: The next chapter will start a husband and wife adventure, Shen Gou is strong to protect his wife (I can finally protect my short, the fierce dog sheds tears.)