Picking the stars - Chapter 54

If it were not for the fear of being in the hospital and not making loud noises, Shen Zhizhou and a few could have a celebration party on the spot.

But even if they wanted to keep quiet, they didn’t restrain themselves, clamoring to send Song Wei home, to her house, and continue to celebrate.

Pei Ji stood beside Song Ye and pulled Song Ye’s hand. Song Ye understood, smiled and declined.

Those people weren’t very insistent. They each said something to care about, and they told Song Er to be quiet, exhorting them very carefully, as if they were doctors.

After almost an hour of rioting, the crowd dispersed. When Shen Zhizhou left, he looked at Pei Ji as if he wanted to say nothing.

Pei Ji didn’t care.

It wasn’t until everyone left and only Song Wei was left that Pei Ji said, “They know you need to rest.”

Song Wei also felt tired. She sat next to the bed, looked up at Pei Ji who was standing next to her, and said helplessly: “You know, what people say may not be what people think in their hearts.”

Pei Ji understood that they didn’t really want to go to Song Yi’s home to have a celebration party. They also knew that Song Yi needed to recuperate. They just expressed their concern in this way, so Song Yi declined, and they didn’t insist on it.

Pei Ji understands, but also feels that this kind of twists and turns is a waste of time.

“There were seven people just present, plus you and me, for a total of nine people. Everyone was wasted at least half an hour because of the incorrect way of caring. For nine people, the total is 4.5 hours.” Pei Ji gave. Song Er packed up his things while calculating, “You can do a lot of things in 4.5 hours.”

“Professor…” Song Er called her.

Pei Ji turned to look at her, Song Ye’s eyes were smiling: “You remind me of my junior high school head teacher.”

She said, coughing lightly, and imitating the voice of a middle-aged person: “You are one minute late, and you have delayed the time of forty-five classmates in our class. Forty-five classmates, that’s forty-five minutes, four. Fifteen minutes is a class, think about you…”

Before she finished speaking, Pei Ji turned his head and continued to pack the clothes beside her into the suitcase, ignoring her.

She folded a piece of Song Er’s coat and placed it in the corner of the suitcase. Song Er came over, squatted down beside her, put his cheek in one hand, looked at her, and said, “What’s the matter with you? You are a little grumpy today. .”

“I didn’t.” Pei Ji denied immediately.

When she is unwilling to admit it, she will deny it. Then he was seen through by Fuming’s Song Wei.

Song Wei kindly didn’t expose her, and was next to her, watching her tidy up her clothes.

Pei Ji folded Song Er’s clothes one by one, and folded them to the bottom, leaving a few pieces of underwear. She stopped and looked at Song Er.

Song Wei: “…” His cheeks burst red and he hurriedly covered Pei Ji’s eyes, “No, don’t watch, I’ll do it myself.”

As she talked, she dragged Pei Ji up and brought it to the side, with her back facing the suitcase, before removing her hands: “You have to treat it as if you didn’t see it.”

Pei Ji nodded.

Fortunately for Song Wei, the professor was dumbfounded. She might not understand or think about it.

She thought about this, and was about to turn around to clean up the rest by herself, when she saw that Pei Ji’s eyes were bright, as if smiling, Song Wei’s cheeks that had just cooled down quickly warmed up, hot, and she asked fiercely: “You, are you laughing?”

Pei Ji narrowed his smile and looked at her as if nothing had happened.

Song Wei felt that he was thinking too much, how could the professor be so bad. Just thinking about it, I saw Pei Ji turn around and walk towards the patch panel, nodding slowly while walking.

Song Ye: “Pei Ji! Why are you so bad!”

Pei Ji didn’t seem to hear it, and he moved all kinds of charging cables briskly.

Song Er couldn’t do anything with her, so he turned around to pack the remaining clothes. She obviously wore it next to her body, but when she held it in her hand, it seemed to be hot, and Song Er’s ears were red.