My Little Happiness - Chapter 68

As soon as twelve, Wen Shaoqing’s cell phone kept ringing, and students called him for New Year’s greetings.

After listening to it, Cong Rong felt bored, so he went forward to flee the sky monkey with Zhong Zhen, and thought of it somehow while playing, and asked Zhong Zhen, “Does your department have any colleagues adopted children?”

Zhong Zhen looked puzzled, “No, why did you ask so suddenly?”

Cong Rong shuddered at the bottom of his heart and asked, “Isn’t it, or don’t you know?”

Zhong Zhen looked arrogant about who I am, “How can I not know the gossip in the department, it really is not.”

Cong Rong was in a hurry, “but Wen Shaoqing clearly said …”

When she said half of it, she suddenly paused. At that time, he was probably trying to comfort her. She just talked nonsense. She even believed it.

Zhong Zhen scratched his head, “My boss? When you say that I suddenly remembered it, he seemed to have asked the head nurse about the abandoned baby in the hospital. What’s wrong?”

She suddenly turned her head to stare at Wen Shaoqing. At that moment, her heart was full of five flavors and tenderness, and her tenderness was turned back and forth. Something slowly fermented in her heart, and her whole heart was full.

Wen Shaoqing was calling to her, her back was slender and tall, and she suddenly called out to him, “Wen Shaoqing!”

Amidst the noise, he even heard it, turned around and looked at her, and then said something to the mobile phone, and quickly hung up the phone and came over, “What’s wrong?”

In fact, she was just impulsive just now, and she had nothing to tell him. Now he looked at her so quietly, and suddenly made her feel helpless, suddenly gleaming in her mind for a long time, she smiled and looked up, “Almost It’s 12 o’clock and I want to tell you a happy new year. ”

After she finished, Wen Shaoqing’s expression became more and more strange, staring at her without speaking, the atmosphere suddenly embarrassed.

She couldn’t help but bow her head. What the **** did she say, why not say nothing!

For a long while, he heard a light laughter in his ear, “Happy New Year.”

She looked up at him violently. At that moment, his eyes were quiet and deep. It was the gentleness she had never seen. The restlessness in her heart was erased uneasyly. It seemed to return to the afternoon when they first met. Say, Cong Rong, we have seen.

After several people put a whole box of fireworks, they went back to pay their respects to the elders, received red envelopes, and went to bed with satisfaction.

Before going to bed, Cong Rong was lying and brushing his circle of friends. Most of them were auspicious words for New Year ’s Eve. Go back to the middle of the screen.

A few dozen minutes ago, Wen Shaoqing sent a circle of friends. It should be that they used the photo taken by Zhong Zhen just now when they displayed the fireworks. They were accompanied by simple eight characters. They were accompanied by the rest of their lives. I am indeed fortunate.

On New Year’s Eve several years apart, the same background and the same back view can be vaguely seen that the girl in the photo is the same person in the first circle of friends.

On New Year’s Eve with fireworks, it was a person a few years ago, but now it is a double person.

It’s not just him who is fortunate. Your affection, I’m fortunate.

She can’t remember what she was thinking when watching fireworks on the roof of the building that year. Now she is full of luck and he is right.

Cong Rong is usually used to bed and lazy. It ’s not easy to sleep in other people ’s homes until the night. Three alarms are set. The alarm clock is set. Early in the morning and early morning, he yawned and got up. After washing the door, he found a bag hanging on the door. , She opened it and looked at it, then froze.

It was the shirt she fell on him last time.

Wen Shaoqing really embroidered the pattern on it, but it is not the white-headed mandarin duck pictured by Wen Rang, but a few fresh green plants that spread from the right shoulder to the lower left waist. A large piece of pale green looks like a business. A piece of green is also dotted with very unique flowers.

Cong Rong thought that Wen Rang was kidding last time, but she did n’t expect Wen Shaoqing to really have this skill. She moved her heart, turned back to the room and changed it before she went out again. Someone knew Wen Shaoqing and gave up as soon as she went out, he should It was only after morning practice, wearing sportswear, and in the cold winter day, he was steaming.

Wen Shaoqing looked at her in surprise, “I want to wake you up so early.”

Cong Rong turned his neck guilty, embarrassed to say that he wanted to make a good impression on their family, and vaguely said, “I didn’t sleep well after I changed the bed” and fooled over.

Fortunately, Wen Shaoqing didn’t ask too much, staring at her for a while, and finally his eyes fell on the pattern of the shirt, and the corners of his lips were raised, “Not bad.”

Cong Rong also looked down and tried to hold back his smile, “Dr. Wen is so good at crafting, he will also embroider flowers when he suturing the wounds to patients?”

Wen Shaoqing rarely got annoyed between his eyebrows and turned to leave. Cong Rong put away his ridicule and pulled him to change the subject. “Just kidding, what is this flower?”

Wen Shaoqing’s expression was stagnant, his momentum suddenly lowered, and his words were also vague, “The name is not important.”

Cong Rong felt weird, “What is it called?”

Wen Shaoqing quickly spit out two words, “… cinnamon.”

Cong Rong felt familiar, and frowned for a moment, and asked, “That seasoning?”

Wen Shaoqing nodded, “Almost. But its tender branch is a traditional Chinese medicine called Guizhi. Guizhi is a good thing. Its sexual taste is spicy, sweet, warm, and enters the lungs, heart, and bladder. Chinese medicine. The first party in Zhang Zhongjing’s “Treatise on Febrile Diseases” is Guizhi Decoction, which is known as the world’s first party. Sweating out of nowhere. ”

Cong Rong still felt awkward, “I didn’t say it was bad, but the name …”

Who will wear the seasoning on them? Is the seasoning package moving?

Wen Shaoqing reminded her euphemistically, “Chinese medicine is broad and profound, and the name of the medicine is not necessarily good …”

Cong Rong looked at him and still felt strange, “But you are a Western doctor.”

“I know.” Wen Shaoqing narrowed his expression. “Next time embroider a few lancets.”

Anyway, it’s his intention. I don’t know how much energy was spent. Cong Rong didn’t dare to disdain and smiled favorably. “But it looks pretty good.”

Wen Shaoqing glanced at the pattern, “It’s not that it looks good.”

Cong Rong is curious, “What is that?”

Wen Shaoqing looked at her and smiled intriguingly. “When the flowers are blooming, they will bear fruit. The fruit is called Guizi, which means good.”

Cong Rong frowned and repeated in a low voice, “Meaning? Guizi?”

Wen Shaoqing raised his hand and pulled the corner of his clothes, “Yes, Guizi Guizi, you have already been your son.”

Cong Rong suddenly pulled his clothes back from his hand, and when he turned around, he would return to his house.

Wen Shaoqing stopped her, “What’s wrong?”

Cong Rong glared at him, “I want to change it.”

Wen Shaoqing was inexplicable, “It’s pretty, why change it?”

Cong Rong sneered, “What do you say?”

Disregarding her struggle, Wen Shaoqing took her hand and walked out, “Walk away and wait for us to have breakfast.”

When he arrived at the restaurant, Wen Shaoqing’s so-called “wait for us to eat breakfast” was obviously foolish. There was no one in the restaurant. Cong Rong began to put up chopsticks and Wen Shaoqing went to the kitchen to serve porridge.

She had just set it up, and there were rapid footsteps behind her, and then there was a screaming sentence, “Cong Rong, come here.”

She turned around, Wen Shaoqing rushed in, and moved the porcelain bowl of porridge to the table very quickly, and then her hands immediately came over and put it on her earlobe, her mouth still sighed, “Ah, it’s hot. ”

Cong Rong got a hot ear. He took a shower and changed his clothes after morning exercises. She stood close. She could smell the smell of moist shower gel on him, very clean, and the heat on the ear slowly Faded, her face suddenly became hot, frowning at him, “What are you doing?”

Wen Shaoqing bowed her head close to her face, and gave a serious explanation, “It won’t be hot when put on the earlobe, common sense, don’t you know?”

“Of course I know this is common sense! But the question is …” After calmly speaking, he paused halfway, and then squinted before staring again. “What are you doing on my ears?”

As soon as the voice fell at the door, there was a cough and a small laugh.

The two looked at the door together and saw the excitement and unspeakability of Chen Tu and San Bao who were standing at the door, only to realize how ambiguous the position of the two was.

From the perspective of the two, they couldn’t see Wen Shaoqing’s and Cong Rong’s expressions, only the vague movements, like he was holding her face to kiss, and she looked up slightly to cater.

Cong Rong probably realized this problem too. He pushed Wen Shaoqing away, touched his earlobe subconsciously with his right hand, lowered his head and frowned. He started to tease her on the morning of the first day of the New Year! This day cannot be passed!

The other party, Wen Shaoqing, asked the two of them what they wanted, “Auntie has made tofu brains. I’ll order it. Do you eat sweet or salty?”

As soon as Sambo listened to the food, his eyes lighted up and jumped in, “Salty, salty, and eating sweet early in the morning will gain weight!”

Wen Shaoqing glanced at her, “Quantitative changes cause qualitative changes.”

Sambo held his face and asked cutely, “Pro-Brother, you mean I eat less. Doesn’t that amount of weight gain weight?”

“I mean,” Wen Shaoqing slowly began to poison his tongue, “You have eaten so much, even if it is salty, it will still gain weight.”

“Ah!” Sanbao rolled into Chen Chu’s arms in a second. “We just saw something that we shouldn’t see. The senior brother is about to extinguish his mouth!”

Chen Tu laughed uncontrollably.

Perhaps it was Wen Shaoqing’s embroiderer who was so good. When San Bao saw Cong Rong, he came up and asked, “Rong Rong, where did you buy this dress? It’s quite unique.”

“Uh …” Cong Rong’s face did not change color, “made-to-order.”

“Oh ~” Sambo nodded. “Go back and give me the address, and I will order one.”

Cong Rong was interrupted by Wen Shaoqing who came back from the kitchen just when he wanted to say, “That master Jin basin washes his hands and doesn’t take over.”

Sambo looked sad, “That’s it, forget it.”

Wen Rang, who came in behind Wen Shaoqing, looked at the pattern, tilted his head slightly and smiled at Wen Shaoqing, his face unpredictable.

Wen Shaoqing looked back unwillingly.

The uncles and nephews were fighting each other, and the four elders arrived, and a group of people began to have breakfast.

Grandma Wen looked at Cong Rong and Zhong Zhen with a smile. “Is it not used to live in a bungalow?”

Zhong Zhen smiled and drank the porridge, “No, I especially like Siheyuan.”

Cong Rong nodded with a smile.

“Just like it.” Grandma Wen asked with a smile, “What do you want for lunch?”

Wen Shaoqing glanced at Cong Rong and said to Grandma Wen, “She is a foodie and loves everything.”

Grandma Wen was a little surprised. She looked at Cong Rong and then Sanbao. Then she looked at Cong Rong again. She was puzzled and said that Sanbao was a foodie. She agreed, but Cong Rong … didn’t look like it at all.

“She hides deep.” Wen Shaoqing leaned over to stare at Cong Rong up close, “I ate last night, didn’t you eat enough?”

Cong Rong was undressed and became angry and angry. In the face of Grandma Wen, it was not good to take Wen Shaoqing. In the end, he could only sit there with a blush and not speak.

Later, even Zhen Zhen saw it and asked, “Cousin, your clothes look pretty. I haven’t seen you wear them before.”

Cong Rong’s expression suddenly became strange and gave Zhong Zhen a glance. Several people on this table had dealt with traditional Chinese medicine. How could he not know this pattern and how to understand the meaning of “Guizi”!

Sure enough, Father Wen looked at each other and looked at Wen Mother, smiling and commenting, “Not bad.”

Grandpa Wen and Grandma Wen have been dealing with traditional Chinese medicine all their lives. Coupled with the recognition of Wen Shaoqing’s acupuncture, they also showed similar smiles, “It’s good.”

Cong Rong was ridiculed invisibly, but she felt really wronged. She was really not in a hurry to give birth to your son …

After breakfast, Wen Shaoqing was called to the study by Grandpa Wen. Three treasures had long coveted Wen’s herbal garden full of Chinese herbs. He took Chen Chu to observe, and Cong Rong planned to return to his room to make up.

Only then did she return to the room, and afterwards, Zhen Zhen suddenly rushed in, suddenly grasping Cong Rong and asking, “Is this my boss embroidered?”

Cong Rong despised him, “Your reflection arc is so long that you can make a bow around the earth again!”

The expression on Zhong Zhen’s face changed from shock to excitement, “Cousin! Let’s hang this dress on the hospital forum and sell it! Produced by Professor Wen, you can definitely sell a big price!”

Cong Rong was too lazy to take care of him, changed the sitting posture on the sofa and played with his mobile phone, Zhong Zhen said to himself for a long time, and suddenly yelled, “Wait! My boss can even embroider ?!”

Cong Rong raised his head and warned him, “Don’t say it!”

Zhong Zhen rolled around on the sofa, holding her stomach, “Oh, such a big gossip can’t be said, my stomach is going to suffocate!”

Zhong Zhen rolled for a while and sat up again, leaning in front of Cong Rong, “Cousin and cousin! Will you marry my boss ?! He is my male god!”

Cong Rong continued to play the phone without looking up, perfunctory, “He is your male god, not mine, you marry him.”

Zhong Zhen looked timid and afraid of death, “No, he is a man, and I am also a man. I will be killed by my mother.”

Cong Rong responded lightly, “It’s okay, I’ll help you advise your aunt, and advise her to treat her as your son, it’s no big deal.”

“…” Zhong Zhen felt thick malicious.

Cong Rong quickly received Wen Shaoqing’s WeChat.

Come to the study.

Cong Rong quickly got up and went to the study.

There was only Wen Shaoqing in the study. He was sitting at the table holding a brush and writing.

Cong Rong approached and looked at the probe, “What are you doing?”

Wen Shaoqing dipped the ink, licked it on the ink surface, and looked up and smiled at her, “do the coolie and update the genealogy.”

Cong couldn’t bear to admire, “Shuxiangmendi is good.”

Wen Shaoqing teased her from the bottom of her heart, “When you enter the door of the Wen family, it is also yours. The wife can enter the genealogy.”

Cong Rong was ridiculed a lot by him, and was somewhat immune. When he didn’t hear it, he turned blankly to look at the Chinese medicine cabinet next to it.

It is a study, but it is also a pharmacy. One of the walls is filled with medicine cabinets and small drawers. The name of the medicinal material is written on the outside label. The medicinal material is placed inside.

Cong Rong looked casually, and suddenly saw a nice name, “Moon Moon Sand, this name is quite elegant.”

Wen Shaoqing lowered his head while writing, and said slowly, “Moon Moon Sand, go to the eyesight, detoxify and kill the insects.”

Cong Rong was curious, opened the drawer and looked, “Is it herbal medicine?”

Wen Shaoqing smiled in his eyes, “Well … no.”

“what is that?”

“Hare feces.”

Cong Rong looked stiff, closed the drawer with a bang, looked at the other side, and wrote Yemingsha, which is probably not a good thing. He did n’t even ask anymore. He picked it up and picked it up, and finally got satisfied. , Is it a lilac? ”

Wen Shaoqing’s voice had an obvious smile, “It’s the sparrow’s droppings.”

“…” Cong Rong sighed almost inaudibly.

Wen Shaoqing looked at her and smiled more and more happy, “I told you in the morning that something with a nice drug name may not look good.”

Cong Rong was also full of curiosity about the medicinal materials on the wall just now.

Wen Shaoqing saw that she hadn’t moved for a long time, and after looking up at her, she kept looking down to organize the genealogy. “The medicine cabinet is seven rows up and down, so it is also called the seven-star bucket cabinet. Three squares, equal square. Look at the second cabinet from the third in the third row. ”

Cong Rong went as he said, and Cistanche was written on the grid. Probably the medicinal herbs that were mentioned in the last joke, right?

She opened it and looked at it. It didn’t look good. It could even be called ugly.

Wen Shaoqing’s voice quickly rang again, “I can’t remember what I said last time. Li Shizhen recorded in the” Compendium of Materia Medica “: This thing is not too steep, so it has the name of calmness. Calmness and ease. Seven injuries, make up the middle, remove the cold and heat pain in the stem, raise the five internal organs, strengthen the yin, benefit the essence, and have more children. ”

Many children? Cong Rong frowned, why did the topic come around again? She sighed lightly and went back to Wen Shaoqing to watch him write a genealogy.

Wen Shaoqing pulled a piece of paper from the table at random, placed it in front of her, leaned over and raised his hand, and slowly wrote two words on the paper.

He wrote Cong Rong, not calmly, nor Cong Rong.

This was the first time he wrote her name. His name was always written by someone he loved with a little bit of emotion.

He did not say much after writing, and soon withdrew to write a genealogy.

Cong Rong stared at the words in front of him for a long time before slowly turning his attention.

Those hands were beautiful, and the slender, clean knuckles were distinct, because holding the pen, the green tendons on the back of the hand were prominent, and there was a kind of skinny beauty. These hands can hold both the knife and the pen. She suddenly wondered what he looked like when he was holding the scalpel. Thinking that her eyes moved slowly from his hand to his face, he seemed to be aware of it. The lips and lips whispered quietly, slowly opening, “Leave a flower on the green curtain, Tian Xiang red sleeves, often hate Changchun shallow. Is it true that the red sleeves Tian Xiang said by the ancients?”

As soon as his words fell, Cong Rong felt a hot hand, and he held her hand on his lap. Holding her hand in one hand, and holding the brush in the other, he quietly wrote for a long time before putting down the pen, “Write it.”

Cong Rong watched it for as long as he wrote it, and she suddenly awakened as soon as he made a sound, pointing somewhere and asking, “Here … why is there a blank space next to your name?”

Wen Shaoqing’s expression suddenly became weird. “The layout is a bit problematic and I don’t want to rewrite it.” Cong Rong didn’t think much either, nodded, and rubbed his hands to rub his neck.

Wen Shaoqing turned to look, “What’s wrong?”

Cong Rong turned his head, the expression on his face became more and more painful, “Probably falling asleep.”

Wen Shaoqing rubbed his hands, holding her shoulders to signal her to turn around, “Turn over, I will massage you.”

He stood behind her, reached out and gently supported her head and turned around, asking from time to time, “Does this hurt?”

When her fingers crossed the air in front of her, she could clearly smell the ink fragrance between his fingers, plus the clear breath on his body, Cong Rong suddenly felt warm.

Wen Shaoqing pressed on a particularly stiff place on her shoulder, “Is this here?”

Cong Rong whispered.

Mr. Wen brought Wen Rong to accept the results, and met Zhong Zhen, who was looking for Cong Rong, at the door. The three of them greeted him and heard that the sound inside was wrong.

A girl suddenly shouted, “Ah, tap lightly.”

The male voice was a little blurry across the door, “It can’t be lighter.”

When the three men looked at each other, another female voice struggling, “Pain!”

“Be patient again, it will be ready soon!”

“Not yet?”

“It’s too tight. Relax, I can’t move.”

The male voice suddenly groaned, and the atmosphere in the room was more ambiguous.

The three of them exchanged glances, and all of them looked like they couldn’t hear and suddenly pushed the door in. “What are you two doing ?!”

Cong Rong was sitting at the desk, Wen Shaoqing was standing behind her, his hands were still on her shoulders, and both of them were dressed neatly.

Wen Shaoqing looked at three people inexplicably, “She fell asleep, I will massage her.”

Zhong Zhen looked embarrassed and waited for a long time before asking, “What is too tight?”

Wen Shaoqing pointed to Cong Rong’s neck. “Muscle, the muscles are too tight. They can’t be pressed.”

Zhong Zhen looked at Cong Rong and asked Wen Shaoqing again, “What’s your name?”

Cong Rong looked at Wen Shaoqing with embarrassment and turned his head to explain, “It hurts too much. I didn’t hold back the pain for a while and pinched his thigh.”

Wen Rang glanced at the two of them and said lightly, “It’s just a massage, why are you two doing the same as …”

Cong Rong was puzzled, “Which?”

Wen Shaoqing laughed at the doctor and glanced at the three of them. “Would you like to come with a bag to decontaminate the powder?”

A little embarrassment flashed on Mr. Wen’s face, and he coughed a little, “Is the genealogy written?”

Cong Rong reacted for a while before realizing it, and then his face flushed red, found an excuse to slip away, and Zhong Zhen chased out.

When Cong Rong went out, Wen Shaoqing added a pen and added two words to the blank space next to his name, which was then shown to Old Man Wen.

Grandpa Wen carefully looked around, suddenly stopped when he saw the last, and looked at Wen Shaoqing deeply.

Wen Shaoqing stared openly at him, “What’s wrong?”

Grandpa Wen only took back his gaze for a long while and spoke lightly, “This is only once.”

Wen Shaoqing nodded, he would only have such a wife in his life, of course, only once.

Wen Rang took a glance at the genealogy and saw it, with a sneering whisper, “So shameless and shameless, people can’t wait to write into the genealogy before they even cross the door, and they’re not afraid of jokes!”

Wen Shaoqing smiled arrogantly, “Sooner or later it will be mine.”

“Sooner or later?” Doctor Wen Rang Lengheng said, “You will have a child sooner or later. Why don’t you write the child’s name?”

Wen Shaoqing nodded in agreement, “Don’t say it, I really think about it.”

After speaking very quickly, he withdrew the genealogy from his hand, turned back to the table and added two more names under his and Cong Rong’s name, Wen Qing, Wen Gu, and only then returned it.

The old man’s beard trembles angrily, “Is the genealogy fooling around with you?”

Wen Shaoqing is full of innocents, “I am not serious, I am very serious.”

Father Wen patted the table, “Go out!”

Wen Shaoqing turned around immediately, “Oh.”

Wen Rangzheng was proud to see Old Man Wen glaring at him, and he shuddered in his heart, “Dad, what’s wrong?”

Mr. Wen patted the table, “Look at your nephew, you have all the children, and you don’t even have a wife!”

Wen Jiang was funny, “Where does he have children? It’s not just a name, I can also write it!”

Old Master Wen quietly said, “Aren’t you a monk?”

Wen Rang immediately bent down and apologized sincerely, “Dad, I was wrong …”

On the second day of the second day, Zhong Zhen was going to the hospital on duty and returned to the city after lunch. Cong Rong was not good to disturb the Wen family anymore, so he left with Zhong Zhen. Wen Shaoqing remained in his old house to accompany his elders.

It was just that Cong Rong did n’t expect that she began to suffer from insomnia on the second day of the New Year, and she could n’t bear it for a few days. Fortunately, Shaoqing Wen will start working tomorrow. She has come back to live today. She has looked at the time and has not arrived 11 o’clock, isn’t that bother?

Thinking of this, she quickly got up from the bed and went to the door.

Wen Shaoqing came to the door after a long time, probably just after taking a shower, his hair was slightly wet, his forehead was lazy with a few strands of broken hair, the whole person was lazy and casual, but the eyes hidden behind were dark and deep, lining The lines of the facial features became clearer and more beautiful, and she seemed to be in a trance.

He saw that Cong Rong was stunned and laughed, “Lawyer Cong, what do you intend to knock on the door of a single man in your pajamas in the middle of the night? What is your intention? Can I also ask the lawyer to send you a lawyer letter to harass me?”

Cong Rong nodded in a hurry and stood at the door without going in. “Okay, I will introduce you to a lawyer and give you a discount. Now let me talk about my problem first. I have been insomnia for several days …”

Wen Shaoqing interrupted her, “Have you ever heard of autumn and winter?”

Cong Rong was completely unaware of the routine and shook his head seriously.

Wen Shaoqing said in a serious way, “The Yellow Emperor’s Internal Classic” said: ‘Winter March, this is closed, water and ice, without disturbing the sun, early morning and evening, must wait for the sun, so that the ambitions are hidden, if there is private It means that if you already have it, if you go cold, you will feel warm, without venting your skin, so that you will have the vitality. This winter vitality should also be used for keeping up. ‘”

Cong Rong thought that it was related to the treatment of insomnia, so he asked, “How to hide?”

Wen Shaoqing’s expression subtly subtended, “Tibetan Yang, basking in the sun. The Tibetan God, the heart of the Tibetan God, the official of the monarch, the root of life, the master of the five organs, the hurt of the heart and the heart, the second And the corresponding organs, which leads to the disorder of the organs of the organs. Everything is closed in winter, and the human mind should also be hidden. ”

Cong Rong continued to ask, “What else?”

Wen Shaoqing quickly spit out two words, “Tibetan essence.”

Cong Rong frowned, “Which essence?”

Wen Shaoqing said slowly, “Which fine are you talking about?”

Cong Rong responded, “What do you tell me about Tibetan essence ?! I don’t have it!”

Wen Shaoqing circled around and finally came back, “It’s to tell you to pay attention, don’t hook my fire.”

Cong Rong burst, “I didn’t have it!”

Wen Shaoqing raised his eyebrows, “What are you doing in your pajamas without knocking your hair to knock on my door?”

Cong Rong was speechless, “I am insomnia!”

Wen Shaoqing corrected her thoughts with a good attitude, “Women who have no **** and no children will be more likely to have endometrial cancer and breast cancer. In fact, **** life is like eating, not eating indiscriminately, nor hungry, Just be appropriate. ”

Cong Rong rolled his face, “It is a group of rogues who study medicine!”

Wen Shaoqing paused and asked doubtfully, “Don’t you want to sleep with me?”

Cong Rong roared, “Of course not! Are you not a doctor? I am describing the condition.”

Wen Shaoqing looked up at the clock on the wall and said, “I’m off work.”

Cong Rong gathered his anger and asked with a good attitude, “Do you hypnotize?”

Wen Shaoqing looked at her in an unbelievable way, “Am I Doraemon?”

Cong Rong did not give up, “Really not?”

Wen Shaoqing looked at the blue and gray under her eyes, feeling distressed, and pulled her into the door, “I will talk about it first.”

After Cong Rong entered the door, Wen Shaoqing simply asked a few questions, “Have you heard of ASMR?”

Cong Rong shook his head.

Wen Shaoqing explained, “AutonomousSensoryMeridianResponse, Chinese translation is ‘spontaneous perceptual meridian response’, also known as intracranial orgasm, which stimulates people in the skull, scalp, back or body with visual, auditory, tactile, olfactory or perceptual stimulation There is a unique and pleasant stimulus in other areas, which can promote sleep and improve sleep quality. At present, there is little or no scientific explanation or experimental data to support this phenomenon. The scientific community and the medical community dispute this Very large, but you can try it. ”

Cong Rong thought, “How to try?”

Wen Shaoqing flattened one of the sofa pillows, patted it, “lie down.”

After Cong Rong lay down, Wen Shaoqing motioned to her, “Go inside.”

Cong Rong was obedient and moved inwards again, and somehow Wen Shaoqing also lay down with him.

She looked at the handsome face in front of her and immediately widened her eyes, “What are you doing ?!”

Wen Shaoqing took for granted, “Help you cure insomnia.”