Chapter 92 No matter how busy you are, you must remember to eat

"But our house only has two rooms." Sang He was also very serious.

Mianmian tilted her head and smiled, "Mianmian can sleep in daddy's room."

"Where will dad sleep?" Sang He frowned.

It doesn't seem right to let a man who is nearly 1.9 meters tall sleep on the sofa.

Mianmian was very natural, "Dad and mom sleep together, mom's bed is so big, and dad can sleep with me too."

Luo Wenmo knew that Mianmian was creating opportunities for him, so he couldn't help but cast a grateful look at Mianmian.

Sang He didn't speak for a while. Mianmian was afraid that she would refuse, so he held her arm and shook it, "Mom, are you okay?"

The soft little breast sounds are so cute that they make you cute.

Sang He had no choice but to agree.

Mianmian was so happy that she ran to the second bedroom with her little lamb doll in her arms, climbed into bed obediently, covered herself with quilt and closed her eyes.

There was also a note posted on the table, and Sang He walked over and took a look.

Sang He looked calm and used the quilt to divide the bed into two halves.

My thoughts have also become complicated.

"Hello Sang He, would you like to meet me? There are some things I would like to discuss cooperation with you."

"Why is your waist injured?" Sang He said subconsciously.

Sang He's body stiffened slightly and he was stunned and didn't move.

At this moment, Luo Wenmo had a very strong feeling in his heart, and Sang He had a knot in his heart.

Luo Wenmo looked at Sang He quietly, with a serious look on his face, and the corners of his lips curved.

From the discovery of Mianmian's life experience and the revelation that it was Tang Xinyao's fault until Chang Yan set him up, Luo Wenmo told Sang He everything.

Luo Wenmo was extremely natural. After he walked in, he closed the door of the master bedroom and changed his clothes directly in front of Sang He.

Hearing this, Sang He raised his eyebrows and said, "Congratulations."

After Luo Wenmo finished speaking, Sang He was silent for a moment.

After Sang He finished speaking, he sat directly on the sofa and took out gauze and alcohol.

I couldn't help but feel a little happy.

There was a small sofa in her room, which was not comfortable for her to sleep on, let alone a grown man who was injured.

Hearing this, Tang Xinyao instantly became energetic and sat up, "Okay."

She drank the water in silence, walked to the master bedroom and sat on the bedside to read today's news headlines.

Anyway, nothing happened today, so Sang He agreed, "Okay."

When Sang He got up, there was no one around him, and the quilt had been folded and put in the cabinet.

But she didn't put the quilt on the sofa, but on the bed.

Sang He nodded, put away the medical kit, opened the cabinet and took out the quilt.

"You are injured, so you are not suitable for sleeping on the sofa. You should sleep on the bed," Sang He said, and suddenly thought of something and added, "But you promise that you will never move around."

She was silent, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

An hour later, the two of them were sitting in the coffee shop of the International Shopping Mall.

Luo Wenmo changed his clothes and thought for a moment.

You must know that when he first met Sang He, Sang He had an extremely friendly and gentle temperament, but now Sang He was full of alienation and indifference.

As she spoke, Tang Xinyao yawned.

Luo Wenmo frowned and looked at her.

Tang Xinyao was still sleeping on the other end of the phone. After the ringtone rang for a long time, she answered the call in a daze, "Hey, cousin, what's the matter?"

Chang Yan immediately called Tang Xinyao.

Luo Wenmo pulled his lips and smiled, "I promise."

Sang He originally thought that she would not be able to sleep without Mianmian by her side tonight, but to her surprise, she slept peacefully.

But he knew that Sang He was somewhat resistant to him. Even if he wanted to hold Sang He and sleep, he could only restrain himself.

After a few pleasantries, Zhu Li went straight to the topic, "I plan to open a studio."

Looking up inadvertently, Sang He sharply saw a layer of gauze on Luo Wenmo's waist, even though Luo Wenmo deliberately blocked it.

"Luo Wenmo has already joined the Research Institute. Find an opportunity and give those photos to Sang He." Chang Yan narrowed his eyes with a sinister expression.

He originally didn't plan to tell Sang He about this matter, but now he thought about it, if Sang He didn't know about it, Chang Yan and Tang Xinyao would use the matter to make trouble in the future...

As soon as Luo Wenmo left, Chang Yan received the message that he had been secretly keeping an eye on Luo Wenmo's subordinates.

There are not many people in the mall at this point, and the cafe is very private, so there is no need to worry about being recognized.

Luo Wenmo knew that Sang He wanted to change his medicine.

It was a call from the famous painter Zhu Li, whom she had met at an art exhibition.

"Do you have an extra quilt? I'll sleep on the sofa." Luo Wenmo said hoarsely, and at the same time let go of Sang He's hand.

After washing up, she originally planned to make two sandwiches as breakfast for her and Mianmian, but as soon as she left the master bedroom, she saw the prepared sandwiches and fried dough sticks on the table, and also cooked a lot of soy milk.

Seeing Sang He getting up to leave, Luo Wenmo subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold her.

I can't help but have some doubts in my heart, will the work of the National Research Institute still be hurt?

【No matter how busy you are, remember to eat.】

Because the injured area was on his waist, Sang He sat on the sofa to change his dressing, while Luo Wenmo stood. The two were very close to each other, and the ambiguous atmosphere slowly rose.

Luo Wenmo sensed something was wrong with Sang He.

Sang He lowered his head and stirred the coffee in front of him, looking extremely careless.

With this in mind, Luo Wenmo decided to tell Sang He.

What happened?

Luo Wenmo still couldn't figure it out.

Zhu Li was very happy, "See you at the International Mall in an hour."

I even think the pain is worth it.

Luo Wenmo got up lightly the next morning, made breakfast for his mother and daughter, wrote some instructions on a sticky note, and then left Lijing Community and returned to the Research Institute.

As soon as the call was connected, Sang He heard Zhu Li's voice.

"It's just that the establishment of the studio still needs your help now," Zhu Li smiled sheepishly, "Although I am famous, it is not enough. The studio still needs a guarantor. You are famous, and

I still like you very much, so I found you rashly."

Sang He put the note away and went to bed to wake Mianmian up.

Having already agreed to Mianmian, Sang He couldn't say anything about letting Luo Wenmo sleep on the sofa at this time.

After a while, Sang He changed the subject, stood up and found the medicine box at home, "I've been running around all day, so it's time to change the medicine."

The mother and daughter were sitting quietly at the dining table eating, when Sang He's cell phone on the table suddenly rang.

"Okay, don't get wet recently, and pay attention to a light diet." Sang He said as he put away the things.

Zhu Li held the coffee cup and said, "Don't worry, you will not be short of benefits."

Sang He listened quietly, and then took a sip of coffee.

"You can tell us if you are dissatisfied, and we can still discuss it," Zhu Li said again.

She thought about it for several days, and only Sang He was the most suitable candidate.
Chapter completed!