Chapter 1657

"Teacher Wengu, I'll take you out." When it was over, the locust was relieved and hurried to send away the God of plague.

"No, I know the way." Politely refuse.

"I'll send you, great God." Shi Sheng stood up from his chair and smiled, "I'm going out too."

Shi Sheng blocked his refusal directly behind Wen Gu. His lip moved, his sight crossed Shi Sheng, and finally turned away.

Shi Sheng waved to locust and lotus and hurried to follow.

"Goddess..." Lianrong bit her handkerchief and waved. Take care, goddess!! When Sheng and Wengu disappeared at the door of the editor, Lianrong looked at the locust tearfully, "my goddess doesn't like Wengu teacher?"

The locust wiped a cold sweat, "very likely."

Last time she asked for her contact information, but this time she deliberately stayed for him. Isn't that what she likes?

"Wuwu..." why did the goddess think so hard!

"One thing falls to one thing. Today's warm reason is obviously much milder than before. I think these two people have a play." The locust showed a human expression.

Lian Rong: "..." it's terrible.

……

The weather in November will blow a cool wind from time to time, which makes people goose bumps off the ground, but there are still little girls who show their arms and legs and are not afraid of the cold in the street.

Vehicles come and go, and the whole city seems to be immersed in busyness.

Wengu stepped out of the publishing house, took a deep breath, and then remembered that there was another person on his side. He was uncomfortable to hold back the breath, and said gently and politely, "goodbye, Miss Su."

"Why don't you answer my phone?" Shi Sheng tilted his head and looked at the man. There was a calm in his eyes. People couldn't help but calm down with her.

At the bottom of my heart, I missed half a beat, and my tone slowed down a bit. "Miss Su, we're not familiar enough to call each other."

"You'll be familiar when you answer it."

"Goodbye, Miss Su." When Wen rushes, Sheng nods and staggers her away.

Wengu didn't walk fast. The people behind him didn't catch up. He couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or anything else. In short, he was a little uncomfortable.

A moment later, a smile appeared on Wengu's face. He shook his head slightly. What qualifications do people who need to control their happiness and sadness have to have things that don't belong to them.

Love is something he can't have and can't have.

Wen didn't receive Shi Sheng's phone calls and text messages for several days. He didn't receive harassment on the Internet. He was a little lost.

Wengu paced in the empty room, his eyes scattered in the void, and he didn't know where he had wandered.

Uncle Rong looked very worried and sounded tentatively, "young master, your mood fluctuates a little these days. What's the matter?"

What happened?

He doesn't know what happened.

I just met her a few times

Wengu falls back to bed, turns on the computer, and clicks on the familiar avatar. It's dark.

She's not here.

"Uncle Rong, I'm fine." So he closed the computer and said in a low voice, "go and have a rest first."

Uncle Rong is more worried. The young master is strange these days. He always turns on and off the computer.

He grew up watching the young master. When the Wen family had an accident, he left him a sum of money, which was enough for him to live a stable life. The young master wanted to make a comeback with that money, but

Man is not as good as heaven. The young master suddenly fell ill, which is a very strange disease. His mood must be controlled in a very peaceful state. Once he can't control his mood, he will collapse.

At first, the young master was out of control and often ran to the hospital. It took him a long time to control his emotions.

But recently, the young master was not only hospitalized, but also strange, which really worried him.

Uncle Rong sighed. The young master was worried. No one knew what he was thinking.

……

evening.

Wengu finished his meal and wrote in the living room. Suddenly he heard a loud voice next door. He looked at the next door strangely, "Uncle Rong, is someone living next door?"

Uncle Rong came in from the outside and said respectfully, "it's Miss Su. Just now I came back and met her directing people to move."

Wengu's fingertips paused slightly, "Su Xin?"

Uncle Rong nodded.

Wengu got up and walked out. There was no one in the corridor. The door of the next room was open and someone was walking inside. Wengu stood at the door and looked for a while. No one came out. He hesitated to go there. He saw several people in moving company clothes come out and leave laughing.

Wengu returned to the room and was ready to close the door.

"Come here for a minute." The next door stretched out a head and waved to him with a smile.

Wen therefore held the door handle tightly.

"Young master, go." Uncle Rong sighed.

Uncle Rong's voice seemed to give a warm reason. He looked at Uncle Rong and seemed to say that you asked me to go and I went.

Wengu stepped out of the door and the short corridor seemed to be extended infinitely at this time.!

When he stood in front of the Shisheng gate, he still felt a little unreal. Why did he come here?

"Come in."

Wen looked into the room. It was so chaotic that he wanted to empty it.

The house type is different from his side. It looks smaller. Maybe it's because there are too many things, so it looks so small.

When Wen entered the room, Sheng immediately showed a pitiful look, "help me. I have a lot of things to clean up for a long time."

Her tone was somewhat coquettish. She didn't know why she wanted to laugh. He quickly pressed down his mood, "I asked Uncle Rong to help you."

He turned to leave, but his hand was caught. The woman behind approached him and stuffed a cold thing into his hand, "keep my key."

"Why give it to me?" He asked strangely.

"Neighbors, in case I forget to bring my key one day, I can still find you."

Wen Gu: "

Knowing it was an excuse, Wengu still accepted it and called Uncle Rong to help her clean up the house. He didn't appear again.

"Miss Su, did you move here for the young master?" Uncle Rong helped Shi Sheng clean the floor.

"Yes." Shi Sheng fiddled with the original owner's books and put them on the shelf one by one. "Does he have any taboos? Uncle Rong, tell me so as not to touch him and make him unhappy."

"Young master..." there are too many taboos.

And it will change, even if he can't touch it sometimes, young master.

Uncle Rong put down his broom and looked at Shi Sheng seriously. "Miss Su, the young master's mood can't fluctuate too much. Any joy or sadness will make the young master fall down, so if you really like the young master, you can't let the young master have these emotions."

"Is this a disease?"

Uncle Rong looked bleak. "At first, I thought it was because of the Wen family that the young master had psychological problems. Later, after several turns, it was found that it was an extremely rare neurological disease."

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Disease is nonsense. I don't know whether it exists or not.

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