Listening to Qiu Xiaowen's smiling words, muyouyou exclaimed, "should these two people really do something later?"
Hearing the speech, Qiu Xiaowen shrugged, "I'm not the two of them, and I didn't install monitoring on them. How can I know what they're going to do later."
"You said... What would Mr. Fu look like when he changed to bed?" Lan Xinhong suddenly asked thoughtfully.
Muyouyou took a puff. "Stop talking, I have a picture in my mind. White coat, gold wire glasses, gentle scum, it's terrible if you don't lift it."
"My God! No, I'll have to ask Qingqing when she comes back!" Mu youyou covers his face excitedly. "It's definitely super fucking lustful and sensitive!"
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Shen Wanqing didn't walk fast. After all, the injury on his left foot hasn't healed yet. He walked all the way.
The Chinese department and the medical department are not far away. If you walk normally, you can get there in five or six minutes. But the reason why Shen Wanqing sprained his foot greatly lengthened the time to walk.
Slowly crawling like a tortoise, Shen Wanqing finally climbed to the medical department more than ten minutes later.
When he came to the building of the medical department, Shen Wanqing remembered that Fu she was taking students to observe the class today and would not take classes in the previous classroom.
She can't send a message to Fu Shefa. After all, he is in class now and can't disturb him.
Shen Wanqing waited downstairs and suddenly saw a male classmate behind him. It seems that he should be a medical student. Wearing glasses, he is an inch head. At first glance, he is a nerd addicted to learning.
She waved to the man, "Hello, classmate. Do you know which classroom Mr. Fu is in?"
The male classmate was stunned when he heard Shen Wanqing talking to him. He knew Shen Wanqing, a famous flower of kaolin.
It's just... Shen Wanqing is from the Chinese department. Why did he come to the medical department?
Did you come to see Mr. Fu for something?
The male classmate pushed the pair of rectangular glasses he was wearing and came over a little cramped. He replied, "Mr. Fu has an observation class today. It should be in the classroom on the left of the fourth floor."
Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing nodded thoughtfully, then smiled politely at the man, "well, I see. Thank you."
The male classmate didn't expect Shen Wanqing to smile at him. The girl's cold and distant eyebrows and eyes, because of that gentle smile, instantly seemed as if the whole person had become soft and clever.
He was stunned, and then looked at Shen Wanqing's difficult steps, and couldn't help but fall on Shen Wanqing's left foot.
Is it a sprain?
The male classmate hurried over, "are you okay, classmate Shen? If you sprain your foot, you'd better hurry to the infirmary?"
"Ah?" Shen Wanqing footsteps a meal, then shook his head and said: "my foot is not just sprained, but sprained yesterday. I'm fine. I don't have to go to the infirmary."
"Then... Let me help you up?" the male classmate asked Shen Wanqing carefully.
He inadvertently looked up at Shen Wanqing and lowered his head shyly.
Shen Wanqing didn't see the man's shyness and shook his head carelessly. "No, I'll just hold the handrail of the stairs myself."
Rejected by the girl, the male classmate didn't have the courage to continue to talk.
He could only nod regretfully, "well, classmate Shen, I have something else to do. I'll go first."