Chapter 81 I just want to take a rest

The sudden sound of little milk broke the slowly rising atmosphere of ambiguity.

Sang He came to his senses and quickly broke away from Luo Wenmo's arms.

"After washing, let's go out now." Sang He's tone became a little unnatural.

Luo Wenmo looked at her quietly, with one hand on the table and an arc at the corner of his mouth.

Mianmian didn't know what was going on. She just watched Sang He serving the dishes and immediately said in a sweet voice, "I'm here to help mom!"

The "family of three" was busy taking out the dishes.

In the steaming hot pot, several people were chatting and laughing.

The smiles on Bai Wanchang and Luo Zhen's faces never stopped.

"What happened in the past has passed. When I come back this time, I will spend time with Sang He and come home often." Luo Zhen said as he took a bite of the fat beef.

Sang He originally wanted to refuse, but Bai Wanchang had considered every aspect, and she was too embarrassed to say anything more.

"Let me take a look at your hands." Luo Wenmo suddenly remembered this matter.

After that, she was about to go upstairs to clean up the room, but Luo Wenmo stopped her and said, "Mom, I'll clean up. It's already nap time for Mianmian, go take her to rest."

"Okay." Bai Wanchang didn't insist any further.

After the meal was finished quickly, Sang He stood up to wash the dishes, but Bai Wanchang quickly grabbed her.

Sang He's whole body felt as if he was electrocuted by his actions.

But he had no choice but to devote more energy to completing the project as soon as possible.

Luo Wenmo's eyes darkened: "I'm going back to the institute tomorrow."

"Just put some more medicine and it will be fine." Luo Wenmo's tone was filled with distress.

He knew that he was ashamed of Sang He, so he just pursed his lips and stepped back.

"You are not needed for this matter," Bai Wanchang's voice was very soft, "I will go upstairs to clean up Wen Mo's room later, and you and Wen Mo will also go and rest for a while."

After Luo Wenmo applied the medicine to Sang He, he did not leave. Instead, he lowered his head slightly and blew gently, "It will be very hot and uncomfortable just after applying it. Please bear with it."

The smile on the second elder's face suddenly stopped, and he felt that the fragrant hot pot in front of him was tasteless.

Bai Wanchang sighed inaudibly.

Sang He's eyes gradually turned clear. She turned her head slightly and avoided Luo Wenmo's kiss.

Luo Wenmo was under Sang He. Except for his confusion, Sang He was fine in other aspects.

"Sang He..." Luo Wenmo shouted in a hoarse voice.

Luo Wenmo strode towards the bed and said, "Sleep."

Bai Wanchang smiled and said, "Just be nice."

After saying this, Sang He was gently placed on the soft bed by Luo Wenmo.

Sang He and Luo Wenmo went upstairs to the room.

Due to inertia, Sang He subconsciously hugged Luo Wenmo's neck tightly.

Although no one has lived in it for several years, the room is still very clean and tidy, and it can be seen that someone cleans it regularly.

"Okay!" Mianmian said.

Luo Wenmo moved quickly and made the bed in a short time.

A hint of ambiguity slowly rises.

He swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, then slowly raised his head and kissed Sang He's lips.

Fortunately, he respects her enough.

Walking to Sang He's side, Luo Wenmo knelt down on one knee and took Sang He's hand very gently.

Bai Wanchang was the first to react, looking at Mianmian with eyes full of love.

The atmosphere suddenly became very silent.

Luo Wenmo's eyes became darker.

Touching Luo Wenmo's warm palm, Sang He's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"What are you doing?" Sang He said coldly.

Seeing that Luo Wenmo did not continue, Sang He breathed a sigh of relief.

Mianmian, who grew up in an orphanage, is good at observing people's emotions. When she sensed something was wrong, her round eyes rolled and she immediately put down her chopsticks.

His big rough hands held Sang He's waist tightly, and as he walked around, Sang He suddenly woke up as if he were dreaming.

She smiled gently, "Mianmian can also sing. How about Mianmian singing for her grandparents?"

Although Sang He has never expressed his position on his return to the institute tomorrow, he can tell from Sang He's dim eyes that Sang He is not happy.

Sang He obviously didn't want to continue this topic.

The eagle's eyes furrowed, and Luo Wenmo took a closer look.

However, Luo Wenmo's big hand was still resting on Sang He's waist, and his voice was low: "When this stage of research is over, I will have time to rest on the weekends, and then I can accompany you and Sang He every week.

It’s so long.”

"Thank you for your hard work." Sang He's tone was neither salty nor bland.

Luo Wenmo opened the cabinet door with ease and took out a new four-piece set from inside.

"Grandpa and grandma, Mianmian can sing." Mianmian's milky voice broke the silence.

Sang He originally wanted to come over and help, but he heard Luo Wenmo's magnetic voice: "Sit there for a while."

Luo Wenmo's room is very simple, with only three colors: black, white and gray.

Their eyes met in the air.

Luo Wenmo frowned, quickly wrapped his arms around Sang He's waist, and then took him into his arms.

"Mianmian, you don't have to worry. Your father and I both like her very much and want to play with this little Douding for a while, so let her sleep with us."

Sang He's hands were so delicate that they were still a little swollen.

Also, no one would be happy if this happened to them.

Luo Wenmo had not been heard from for several years due to work reasons. As parents, they missed each other. At least they still had someone to accompany them, but Sang He only had one person. You can imagine how difficult life was. Now Luo Wenmo has finally come back.

She naturally wanted the young couple to spend more time together.

"Go to sleep, you go to bed, I..." Before Sang He could say the next words, he was suddenly lifted into the air and picked up.

"I'll sleep on the sofa." Sang He said with a straight face, struggling to leave Luo Wenmo's arms.

"It's okay." Sang He said quietly, and then quickly stood up.

In the soft and tender singing, everyone selectively forgot about the unhappiness just now and enjoyed the moment.

I didn’t expect that such a small breast dumpling would be so discerning and valuable.

Sang He looked down at Luo Wenmo, who was close to Chi Chi, and even his eyelashes could be seen very clearly.

The two people's centers of gravity tilted behind Luo Wenmo at the same time. The world was spinning and the two of them fell on the sofa.

But it was a bad start. She moved too fast, tripped her foot on the soft carpet, and fell to the side uncontrollably.

"How can a sofa be as comfortable as a bed?" As he said this, Luo Wenmo also got on the bed, holding Sang He tightly in his arms, his eagle eyes filled with distress.

During these two days of vacation, he saw with his own eyes how busy Sang He was, and the dark bluish blemishes in his eye sockets could hardly be covered by concealer.

Although this did not affect Sang He's appearance, he still hoped that Sang He could have a good rest.

Sang He struggled in Luo Wenmo's arms and was about to say something when he heard Luo Wenmo say: "I won't touch you, I'm just resting."
Chapter completed!