The mind-reading baby became popular after taking his mother to participate in a variety show

Chapter 81 I Just Take a Rest

The sudden sound of milk broke the ambiguous atmosphere that was slowly rising.

Sang He came back to his senses, and quickly broke free 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 propped on the table, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Mianmian didn't know what happened, but watched Sang He serving the dishes, and immediately said in a childish voice, "I'll help mom!"

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

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

The smiles on the faces of Bai Wanchang and Luo Zhen never stopped.

"The past is over, it's over, this time I come back, I will spend time with Sang He, and I will come home often to have a look." Luo Zhen ate a mouthful of fat cattle, and talked clichéd.

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

The atmosphere became very silent in an instant.

The smile on the second elder's face also stopped suddenly, looking at the delicious hot pot in front of him, he felt like chewing wax.

Mian Mian, who grew up in an orphanage, is the best at observing words and expressions. When she sensed that something was wrong, she rolled her round eyes and immediately put down her chopsticks.

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

Bai Wanchang was the first to react, looking at Mianmian with loving eyes.

I didn't expect such a small milk dumpling to have such a discerning price.

She smiled gently, "Mianmian can also sing, how about Mianmian sing one for grandpa and grandma?"

"Okay!" Mianmian said.

In the lingering and immature singing, everyone selectively forgot the unhappiness just now and enjoyed the present moment.

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

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

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

Bai Wanchang sighed imperceptibly.

Luo Wenmo has not heard from Luo Wenmo for a few years because of his work. They miss their parents, and at least there is someone to accompany them, but Sang He only has one person. One can imagine how difficult life has been. Now that Luo Wenmo finally came back, She naturally wanted the young couple to spend more time together.

Sang He originally wanted to refuse, but Bai Wanchang considered all aspects very well, and she was too embarrassed to say anything more about refusing.

"Thank you, mom." Sang He's tone was neither salty nor weak.

Bai Wanchang smiled, "Just take care of yourself."

After all, she was about to go upstairs to tidy up the room, but Luo Wenmo held her back, "Mom, I'll tidy up, it's already time for Mianmian to take a nap, go and take her to rest."

"Okay." Bai Wanchang did not continue to insist.

Sang He and Luo Wenmo went upstairs to the room.

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

Although it has not been lived in for several years, the room is still very clean and tidy, and it can be seen that it is cleaned regularly.

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

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

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

"Let me see your hand." Luo Wenmo suddenly remembered this matter.

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

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

Eagle eyes furrowed, Luo Wenmo took a closer look.

Sang He's hands are too delicate, even now they look a little swollen.

"Just add some more medicine." Luo Wenmo's tone was full of distress.

After Luo Wenmo applied the medicine on 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, bear with it."

Sang He felt as if he had been electrocuted by his actions.

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

But she got off to a bad start, she moved too fast, her feet tripped over the soft carpet, and she fell to the side uncontrollably.

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

The centers of gravity of the two were tilted behind Luo Wenmo at the same time, and the two of them fell on the sofa in a whirl.

Luo Wenmo was under Sang He, and Sang He was fine except that he was a little confused.

The eyes of the two met in the air.

The ambiguous breath rose slowly.

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

"Sanghe..." Luo Wenmo shouted hoarsely.

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

The rough palms held Sang He's waist tightly, and while walking, Sang He suddenly woke up like a dream.

Sang He's eyes gradually turned clear, and she turned her head slightly to avoid Luo Wenmo's kiss.

Luo Wenmo's eyes became darker.

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

Seeing that Luo Wenmo didn't continue, Sang He Weibucha breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he respected her enough.

It's just that Luo Wenmo's big hand is still on Sang He Yingying's waist, and his voice is low and low: "When this stage of research is over, I will have time to rest on weekends, and then I will be able to accompany you and you every week. It's lingering."

Although Sang He has never expressed his opinion on his going back to the research institute tomorrow, he can tell from Sang He's gloomy eyes that Sang He is not happy.

That's right, no one will be happy if this matter is placed on anyone's body.

But he has no choice but to devote more energy to complete the project as soon as possible.

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

"Go to sleep, you go to bed, I..." Sang He hadn't had time to say the last words, but he was suddenly picked up by someone in the air.

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

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

Luo Wenmo strode towards the edge of the bed, "Sleep."

"I'm sleeping on the sofa." Sang He had a straight face, struggling to leave Luo Wenmo's embrace.

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

"How can a sofa be as comfortable as a bed?" After speaking, Luo Wenmo also got on the bed, holding Sang He tightly in his arms, his eagle eyes full of distress.

In the past two days of vacation, he saw with his own eyes how busy Sang He was, and the black and blue concealer in his eye sockets could hardly be covered.

Although this does not affect Sang He's beautiful appearance, he still hopes that Sang He can have a good rest.

Sang He wrestled in Luo Wenmo's arms, and was about to say something when he heard Luo Wenmo say, "I'm not moving you, just resting."

(End of this chapter)