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Chapter Fourteen Good Night

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    Just like that, Liu Yuming got into the car that Luo Yunsong was riding.  It was really hard for Luo Yunsong to say it, the way they went back was not far, but there was a bridge.

    Sitting in the car, Liu Yuming stretched out her arms, enjoying the cool breeze behind the car. It was very comfortable, and she felt a little sleepy from the comfort.  Luo Yunsong was already sweating profusely, but he didn't say anything. He is very strong, and he usually works out, so there is no problem riding this bike. But at this time, he began to think, "Why does this girl weigh a lot? Look at the bones."  It's really heavy', but he didn't say it.

    Slowly Liu Yuming became sleepy, so he leaned on Luo Yunsong's back, put one hand on Luo Yunsong slowly, and fell asleep like this.  Luo Yunsong felt Liu Yuming's gentleness, and felt as if he was suddenly charged. He tried his best to avoid those bumpy places, so that Liu Yuming could be at ease. He was surprised by his actions and thoughts, "Why do I care about her?"  Shu Tan' Luo Yunsong asked himself, but the feeling of being relied on like this was so good that he hoped to go on like this.  Suddenly, the pain in his stomach made him vibrate, "Damn it, I must have not eaten at noon today, and now the old stomach problem has occurred again", but Luo Yunsong still rode the bicycle with all his strength, until he reached the gate of "Lantian Garden".  stopped.

    "Here we are," Luo Yunsong called Liu Yuming.

    "Huh? So fast" Liu Yuming jumped out of the car while talking.  Liu Yuming lazily opened her arms and stretched her waist, feeling really comfortable, and then untied the hair rope, letting her long hair flutter, which made her feel very comfortable.

    Looking at Liu Yuming in front of him, Luo Yunsong suddenly felt very beautiful, really beautiful, a kind of pure beauty, but he didn't appreciate it much, the stomach pain in his body made him look around for stomach medicine in his coat, the expression on his face  Slowly start twisting.

    "What's wrong with you?" Liu Yuming asked after seeing Luo Yunsong's strangeness.

    "Help me find out if there is a blue bottle in my coat?" Luo Yunsong asked, and Liu Yuming immediately searched. It was the first time she saw such a weak Luo Yunsong. She was very scared and found it

    "is it this one?"

    Luo Yunsong didn't answer him, but immediately opened the bottle and swallowed 4 pills.  Then eased up a bit.  Liu Yuming saw the body of the bottle. It was stomach medicine. If she guessed correctly, the average person should only need one pill to relieve pain, and only two pills for severe cases, but she watched him take four pills.  , "He didn't make a mistake, right?" Liu Yuming was a little worried.

    "Which building do you live in?"

    "8th Floor, No. 27" Luo Yunsong answered without thinking.

    Liu Yuming was surprised. No. 27 was the building in front of her house, and her house was also on the 8th floor. She didn't think much about it, so she helped Luo Yunsong and walked towards his house, barely supporting him, and opened the door for him  , and then helped him onto the bed.  Gathered his shoes and clothes.  Liu Yuming then walked to the kitchen. She knew how to treat stomach problems, because her grandma died of stomach cancer. This was her pain. Grandma treated her very well, really good.

    Liu Yuming has been very independent since she was a child, and knows how to make food for herself. Sometimes she just cooks for Liu's mother.  Searching the things in the refrigerator in the kitchen, Liu Yuming found that most of them were canned food and instant noodles, "It's no wonder this guy doesn't have a stomach problem," Liu Yuming thought, and began to cook millet porridge.

    After half an hour, the clock on the wall had reached 1 o'clock, and Liu Yuming brought millet porridge to Luo Yunsong's room.  Luo Yunsong still had a painful expression on his face.

    "Get up and eat something," Liu Yuming blamed.

    "Lend me your mobile phone." Liu Yuming handed the porridge to Luo Yunsong and dialed the number at home.

    "Yuming, where are you happy? You don't even know you're home." Mother Liu didn't care at all, she must be playing mahjong.

    "Mom, why are you different from other mothers? I'm not worried about my daughter not coming home," Liu Yuming complained.

    "It's so big, what are you worried about? You will be sold, and even your mother will be sold."

    "Okay, let's stop talking about it, I have something to do today, so I can't go back, that's it, goodbye" Liu Yuming complained.

    "Your family is very interesting, no wonder you are so eccentric." Luo Yunsong said while drinking the porridge.  Even just a bowl of porridge made him start to look at him differently.

    "Come on, look at so much junk food in your house, if you don't have stomach problems, I'm sorry for the public" Liu Yuming said to him disdainfully and then packed up the medicine beside his bed.

    "Staying at a man's house so late, aren't you afraid of being eaten?" Luo Yunsong teased, looking at Liu Yuming's soft long hair, smelling the fragrance of her hair, and seeing her gentle appearance under the light, he really hasAn inexplicable sense of happiness.

    "You can still eat me with your physical fitness? Come on, you are not afraid of being eaten by me, Amitabha." Liu Yuming glanced at Luo Yunsong, replied with a smile, and then put away the bowls and chopsticks,

    "Good night, I'm sleeping in the living room, don't tell me no, it sounds awkward" Liu Yuming's special way of good night made Luo Yunsong laugh.  .  .  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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