After the divorce, Dr. Lin wanted to get back together every day

"Are you okay?" Pang Guimei asked concerned, walked to her side, looked at her dormitory where the lights were not turned on, the balcony was open, and the cold wind passed through the hall: "Go and sit with me first."

Bai Mumu wanted to refuse, but she couldn't hold back Pang Guimei. She was pushed in another direction.

Bai Mumu didn't come to Pang Guimei's dormitory very often. One bed and two chairs were much simpler than Bai Mumu's dormitory. She heated two cups of milk with a small plug-in pot and gave one to Bai Mumu.

"I'm sorry for making you feel wronged at noon." Pang Guimei said with a sad face after drinking the warm milk.

Bai Mumu pulled out a hand, covered the back of her hand, and pinched it: "What did Teacher Pang say, I am willing. If I don't want to, who can force me to drink it? It's just that the taste of drunkenness is uncomfortable. I'm still dizzy now."

She tilted her head as if in a gesture, her eyes were full of confusion that only occurs when she is drunk, and her voice was sweet and soft: "Mr. Pang, you seem to drink a lot, why are you drinking so well!"

Bai Mumuyun calmly talked about other topics. After drinking a glass of milk, her pale complexion turned rosy. Putting down the glass, she straightened up: "No, no, I'm still very sleepy. Teacher Pang, please go to bed earlier."

She went back to the dormitory, opened the door, and the draft was howling. Pang Guimei chased after her when she turned on the light, and stood at the door: "I'm cooking noodles with green vegetables, not much, I will eat two bites later before going to sleep."

Facing Pang Guimei's caring and caressing eyes, Bai Mumu couldn't say anything to refuse.

On the other side, Lin Luning returned home, lay on the bed, spread his arms, as if he could still feel Bai Mumu's presence beside him.

The residual temperature had already cooled down, and the photo that Bai Mumu took down was pinned to the top, surrounded by the smell of alcohol, all of them told him that there were still some traces left by Bai Mumu.

Getting up from the bed, Lin Luning took down the photos, either smiling or sad, the protagonist was always alone, Bai Mumu asked him to destroy these photos, but he was reluctant.

Pulling out a box from under the bed, Lin Luning plastic-packed the photos one by one. It took a whole night just to do this.

When it was dawn, he stood up from the ground, and the childish screams of the milk cat sounded in the room, like the whimpering of a child, indignant and desolate.

Sitting on the ground for too long, his legs and feet were numb, he staggered a bit, opened the closet, and in the bottom box was a little yellow fur that hadn't been weaned, with a disfigured face, yelling at him.

Lin Luning took the kitten out of the box expressionlessly, and held it in the palm of his hand. It was a small ball, exuding warmth. He squeezed his fingers slightly, and the kitten was forced to curl up. As long as he pinched it lightly, This fragile life can be ruined in his hands.

"Meow" the little milk cat seemed to feel the danger and screamed.

Lin Luning threw away his hands, and the milk cat rolled on the bed. He went to the kitchen to make goat milk, and finally put the cat and the bowl on the ground.

After the photos were packed, he started to pack other things. He took Bai Mumu's cleaned clothes from the balcony, folded them and put them in the bag.

A picture flashed in front of his eyes, after dinner, Lin Luning was washing the dishes, a funny variety show was playing on the TV in the living room, Bai Mumu was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching the TV, holding a short T-shirt in his hand.

One minute passed, and the clothes were still in her hands, and she was so staggered from laughing that she couldn't straighten up.

During the interval between the commercial breaks, he neatly folded his hands and feet and put them aside, raised his head, and the variety show just started.

Seamless connection, without moving her eyes, she reached out to touch the corner of the clothes closest to her, she didn't pull it the first time, and she didn't pull it the second time, and finally she was willing to tear her eyes away from the TV.

Bai Mumu's dark eyes looked at Lin Luning who was sitting next to her, the smile on her face remained undiminished, and she stepped on his thigh with her feet: "What are you doing! These are clean clothes, and your clothes are all dirty. , don't sit on it!"

Lin Luning didn't move, but pulled out the clothes under his body, touched the tip of his nose, and straightened the clothes one by one: "Don't be half-hearted, focus on doing one thing well."

It's not good to coax Lin Luning, but he always has a way of pouring cold water on him. Bai Mumu rolled his eyes at him, scattered the folded clothes just now, and threw them on Lin Luning's lap.

"If you don't finish stacking, you will be fined and you will not be allowed to enter the study!"

What kind of punishment is this?
Lin Luning didn't remember whether he was smiling or not. He picked up his clothes and folded them up. It didn't look like he was doing housework, but like doing a project in a laboratory. He was serious and rigorous.

The suitcase was leaning against the wall, and Lin Luning looked around. A meat ball rolled over from his feet, and climbed up his trousers affectionately, screaming as he crawled. care.

In the end, it hung on Lin Luning's trouser pocket, and his short legs pulled his trouser pocket, as if he wanted to get in.

Lin Luning didn't care about it, and looked at the clock hanging on the wall, the hour hand pointed to six o'clock, and then felt something falling in his pocket.

He took out the milk cat, put it back in the closet box, grabbed the key on the shelf, and walked towards the hospital.

Alcohol paralyzed the nerves, and Bai Mumu never slept more deeply than now. When she sat up from the bed, the warm winter sun shone goldenly into the room.

There was a thermos bucket next to the bed, and a note was pressed under it: Seeing that you slept soundly, I didn't call you. This is breakfast.

Picking up the phone, Pang Guimei not only called her breakfast, but also turned off her alarm clock.

After breakfast, Bai Mumu went to find Pang Guimei. At the wine table, she had the check written by Empress Hu Wu.

Knocking on the door and entering, I found Wen Jinping was there too: "Hello, Mr. Wen." He nodded slightly.

Bai Mumu gave Pang Guimei the check and left.

When the door was closed, I listened to them and learned the content of their conversation from a few words. Hu Wu owns two food factories. In addition to 20 yuan, there are also materials worth [-] yuan, such as instant noodles and canned food.

Wen Jinping is discussing with Pang Guimei whether they can cash this part of the goods, or exchange them with other companies.

Bai Mumu didn't hear the final result, but guessed that Pang Guimei would agree.

She went back to the office and checked with Mr. Liu about the progress of the class. Probably because she is the class teacher, the students in the second class of the first year generally have better math scores than Chinese scores.

Therefore, what Teacher Liu said the most in the class was: "If you don't learn to write and recognize characters well, no one will read the questions for you in the math papers in the future, and you will be blinded."

Bai Mumu didn't know if it had any effect, but during the Chinese class, it was obvious that the children's eyes were a little more eager to learn.

In the first math class of the second class of the first year in the afternoon, Bai Mumu automatically switched to a serious and authoritative side from the moment she entered the teacher. She looked at the rows of students below and thought to herself: I don't know if these bastards are behind their backs. Give her nicknames.

Anyway, she knew that the student's nickname for Cao Jun was Cao Heitan, because his complexion was dark, there was no crescent moon between his eyebrows, but there was a deep dent.