"When you are tired, close your eyes and go to sleep."

"Er... I prefer my bed to sleeping here."

"Can't I compare with a bed?"

"It can't be compared at all, ok... Who wants to squeeze in such a small broken chair with you and make people cry, and still can't roll around."

Gu canzhao close to her ear, voice low and temptation: "we can change a place, slowly roll."

Lu Xiaolai's cheeks were slightly red. He pushed his cheeks away and sat up from the couch.

He can't talk well when he lies down like this. When he says strange things, Lu Xiaolai is prone to think awkwardly.

She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, trying to make her heart beat smoothly.

Gu canzhao sat up with her and put his arm over her shoulder. Then he came close to her and said, "don't you mean tired?"

As soon as his breath came near, his heart beat again.

Lu Xiaolai was so mad by his frustrated heartbeat that he got up from the couch with a brush, and his cheeks were still pink.

Gu canzhao's eyebrows and eyes slightly PICK: "not tired?"

"I'll stand awake for a while!"

Gu canzhao patted the position beside her: "it's going to be dark soon. Don't wake up."

"It's not dark yet!"

"Don't worry. I'll take another seat."

"I haven't prepared my lessons yet. You love to sit. You sit. I'm leaving."

Gu canzhao propped up on the armrest of the chair, half propped up his cheek with the back of his hand, and his brow was full of melancholy: "are you willing to leave me so ruthlessly?"

Looking at him like this, Lu Xiaolai's heart tightened. Knowing that this guy was pretending, she was still a little remorseful.

Lu Xiaolai threw away his head and went to the door.

Gu canzhao's eyes sank and his long legs stepped. He stood up to chase him. Suddenly there was a loud bang outside the door. Someone broke into the door.

Lu Xiaolai quickens his pace to open the door. Gu canzhao takes three and two steps, grabs her wrist, pulls her behind, opens the door of the inner room and looks out.

At the front door of the office, Zhang Yu's waist is tied with a white medical waist guard. He protects his waist with one hand and supports the door with the other. His face is full of pain.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Yu raised his head and saw that it was them. He yelled: "spring painting! Have you seen Jiang Chun's painting?! She went to dinner with that bad old man again, didn't she

"She's not here."

Lu Xiaolai pushes Gu canzhao out of the way and runs to hold Zhang Yu: "senior, what are you doing running out of the hospital?"

Zhang Yu grasped her arm tightly: "Xuemei! Where is the spring painting? Tell me where the spring painting is

Lu Xiaolai frowned with pain, but he didn't shake off his hand. His tone was gentle and he tried to calm his mood: "don't worry, sister Chun Hua will come back after dinner today. You can wait a moment and go to the chair first."

"She really went to dinner with that bad old man..."

I'm going to die. I let it slip.

Lu Xiaolai slaps his mouth and wants to help him to sit on the sofa, but he reaches out an arm, grabs Zhang Yu's hand, directly drags him to the sofa and throws him onto the wooden sofa.

Zhang Yu's lips turned pale with pain, but his face was stiff and didn't say a word.

"Hello! Don't be so rude! The senior has a back injury! " Lu Xiaolai ran after him and put a pillow behind his waist.

"If he dares to run out of the hospital, he won't care about his injury." It hurt her hand. He was polite.

Lu Xiaolai ignored him, sat beside Zhang Yu and asked with concern, "senior, what's the matter, what's the bad old man?"