"Siyang, you're not my eighth wife, really not." Weng Qing started talking again.
"If it's not your eighth mother-in-law, who's the eighth mother-in-law? You have to quibble every time in front of your eighth mother-in-law." Siyang twitched the corner of his mouth.
"What's going on? Tell me quickly. After we finish talking, go to sleep." Minyuan had already gotten into bed.
"I think Ji Zhehan is interested in you. He always likes to look at you when nothing happens." Weng Qing's eyes were so powerful that she probably spent the whole day staring at Ji Zhehan.
"Tch, what nonsense are you talking about? If I'm not pretty or ladylike at all, will he fall in love with me?" Liu Siyang joked.
"Why is it impossible? Maybe people just like you like this."
"Absolutely impossible. I have seen photos of Shang Wei, Ji Zhehan's ex-girlfriend. She is gentle and charming. I am not Ji Zhehan's type at all."
"Where is Wu Peng? Do you have feelings for Wu Peng?" Weng Qing asked.
"How does it feel?" Siyang was stunned: "What does it feel like?"
"For example, if we don't see each other for one day, it's like three autumns. You haven't seen each other for several days, right? Do you miss him? Do you lose your energy when you can't see him?" Weng Qing reminded, why do these love idiots grow up so slowly.
"Are you there? Why don't you say anything?" Minyuan also became interested, lying on the upper bunk and looking down.
"I don't have one." Liu Siyang answered honestly, and then asked, "Weng Qing, do you have one?"
"Of course there is. When I was rowing in the villa today, I thought how nice it would be if Zhang Yi and I were rowing the boat slowly, sometimes admiring the beautiful scenery, sometimes looking at each other and smiling." Weng Qing's eyes sparkled, with a hint of laughter.
Infinite longing.
"Tsk, tsk, if Zhang Yi knew, he might be able to enjoy himself." Minyuan teased her.
"Maybe one day, I will feel this way too." Siyang was a little flustered: How come I still don't feel this way after such a long time?
"Not all people can fall in love for a long time." Weng Qing said a so-called philosophy of love.
"Hit me again." Siyang pouted, got into bed and ignored her.
"What if you never fall in love with Wu Peng?" Minyuan said reluctantly.
"Forever?" Siyang sat up like a carp. If that were the case, wouldn't it drag Wu Peng down?
"Wu Peng said to give me some time and wait and see." Siyang lay back, but his tone was full of disappointment.
"By the way, Siyang, please give Wu Peng a call."
"Okay." Think of it as cultivating feelings. Siyang picked up the phone and found that the phone was out of battery. He rushed over and turned it on. Only then did he find that there were more than a dozen text messages on the phone.
"Siyang, are you angry with me?"
"Siyang, please call me back after you turn on the phone."
"Siyang, I'm sorry, I was really busy the past few days and I left you out in the cold."
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They were all sent by Wu Peng, and the corners of Liu Siyang's eyes were a little moist.
After hearing several beeps, Weng Qing poked her head over and realized that Liu Siyang's expression was wrong: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay. Wu Peng sent a lot of messages."
Weng Qing took out her cell phone and looked at it one by one. She handed it back to Siyang: "We, Siyang, are you touched? Okay, let's call Wu Peng quickly. I think that guy is going crazy with anxiety. Hey, Minyuan, we are
Miss Liu was so moved."
After no one answered for a long time, I realized that Minyuan had already fallen asleep. Not having a relationship has its own advantages. You can sleep peacefully without having to worry about emotions.
"Hello, Wu Peng, this is Siyang." Liu Siyang dialed Wu Peng's phone number.
"Si Yang!" Wu Peng on the other end of the phone couldn't restrain his excitement. "Where have you been? I've made many calls, but they're all turned off. Did you see the message I sent you?"
"Well, I saw it. I'm sorry, Wu Peng." Liu Siyang's voice was somewhat nasal, and he always felt sorry for Wu Peng.
"What's wrong, do you have a cold?" Wu Peng heard something was wrong in the voice and asked with concern.
"Yeah, a little bit, but it's okay."
"I'm going to give you medicine now." As a doctor, I have seen many patients, but I have never seen him so panicked.
"No need. Minyuan and Weng Qing have both gone to bed. Besides, I'm fine. I still have some health problems at home. Just take one pill and I'll be fine."
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow morning and get some rest early."
Nestling in the quilt, Siyang felt sleepy. His nerves, which were originally very tired and sleepy, were now active. He wanted to talk to Weng Qing, only to find that Weng Qing had already gone to chat with Duke Zhou.
"Not everyone can be in love for a long time."
"What if you never fall in love with Wu Peng?"
The words of Weng Qing and Minyuan always echoed in his ears. Liu Siyang turned over, faced the wall, and silently marked question marks on the wall with his hands.
He will fall in love with Wu Peng, he will. Liu Siyang buried his head under the pillow and told himself.