"If you're sleepy, go to bed first. I don't have the habit of going to bed so early!" Hu Yueyue glanced at him slightly, took out the handwritten manuscript before, lowered her head and devoted herself to her writing situation.
This is obviously telling lies. I didn’t know who stayed in bed all day long and couldn’t get up before!
Song Tianlang sat on the couch dully, looking at everything in the confinement room. When his eyes fell on the wall where she punched before, it was obviously sunken into the wall. It is conceivable that Xiao Nizi was afraid that she would not see anything in this period of time.
I stood in front of that wall and kept punching, so I was able to be in this situation now.
There was a serious look on her cold face, a gloomy look on her face, and her sharp gaze continued to scan, falling on her hand that kept writing something, the black blue on the knuckles, the scabbed black shell, Song Tianlang's chest
The dull, dark eyes were filled with turbulent whirlpools. Slowly or quickly, sometimes bright and sometimes dark!
I sighed deeply in my heart. The stubborn bones in this girl's body were the same as his. Even the broken bones were still extremely hard!
Finally looking away, Uncle Song sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, his eyes narrowed——
It was a quiet night.
Neither of them made a sound, only the breathing between each other was silent.
Hu Yueyue was immersed in the scene of the novel. The only time she was irritated was when she used the computer too much and couldn't write many Chinese characters! Every time she wrote a somewhat unfamiliar character or a simple character, she always felt something was wrong. She thought about it over and over again.
I felt anxious for a while.
She wanted to simply not write it down and go to sleep on the bed. She couldn't send him away because he had a big Buddha, and the bed was so small. She didn't want to get up and squeeze with him! So she had to continue to struggle with the Chinese characters! If it didn't work, she would annotate it in pinyin and go back and enter it again.
In the computer!
However, she was annoyed, and so was Uncle Song! He changed from sitting to lying down, with his hands under his head, but his eyes were always on Hu Yueyue. Looking at her seemingly troubled face, Song Tianlang really didn't know what was going on.
What could she do in the solitary room? She felt a little aggrieved but had no place to express herself.
Suddenly, he caught sight of two medicine boxes from the corner of his eye. He frowned sharply and stood up. He took the two medicine boxes in his hands and looked through them carefully. The more he looked at them, the more he frowned, and his stern face was covered with anger.
The anger was exhaled from his nostrils, and the bottom of his heart was turbulent, rising and falling, tumbling violently. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and opened his thin lips, "Yue Yue, this is how you treat me."
my own?"
Whenever she came to give an example, he would prepare soups and nutritious food for her with great care.
But fortunately, this girl actually took menopausal medicine and painkillers directly. Why didn’t she cherish herself at all? Doesn’t she know how harmful these medicines are to her body?
Hu Yueyue did not raise her head, but she knew what he was holding in his hand. She ignored his anger, but said obediently and calmly: "I just don't want to violate military orders because of personal matters on the first day in the solitary room!"
She was calm, without any harsh words, just like an excellent soldier treating his leader. But the more she behaved like this, the more irritable Song Tianlang became!
Boring, very boring, extremely depressed.
"Military order, military order, can you stop using military orders to bully me in March?" He apologized and showed weakness, wasn't it? Can't he calm down his anger? How on earth can she calm down her anger?
"I'm not trying to bully you, I'm just stating the facts and doing what a soldier should do!"
Hearing this, his dark eyes froze! His sharp eyes were fixed on her face like a knife, and he looked at her carefully from top to bottom.