A quick journey to give birth, the male protagonist pampers and catches a beautiful woman

"Why did the professor write my name on it?" The card and gift box in Wan Cheng's hand were taken away, and he grabbed his empty hand with a big question mark.

"It was a misunderstanding. Thank you for bringing it back for me. You can go out now." He glanced at the door and motioned for them to leave.

Zhuang Ninghe lowered his eyes and stared at the gift box in his hand and the smiley face written on the end of the card, his expression changing several times.

"Then let's go first."

"Yeah." He walked to the desk and sat down.

The statement pulled Wan Cheng out of the office.

Walking away, the statement was full of gossip, "The professor had too many expressions just now, and he regained his composure for a moment, but the impatient emotion in his eyes is true."

Wan Cheng: "The font just now looks like it was written by a girl, maybe it was a student I taught before."

Statement: "Have you ever seen professors accept gifts from students in the past few years? Maybe they are girlfriends."

Zhuang Ninghe once said that if any gift-giving is discovered, it will be regarded as a bribe. On the first day when he was a student, he made it clear:

If you are not short of money, don't give him gifts. His grades and experimental results will be his reward.

Wan Cheng scoffed, "You can think so much with just a tape recorder. I was called teacher just now, not husband."

Statement: "Based on my experience of being single for many years, the professor definitely has a partner."

"Tch, ghosts believe you."

*

in the office.

Zhuang Ninghe read the card, both sides.

Only Wan Cheng read that paragraph, so he began to unpack the gift box.

He liked the recorder at first glance, with its entire body made of ice blue, and the different light and dark colors of the buttons and body.

Reminds me of a time when the character in a radio drama said he liked dark black. She asked her what color she liked, and he said he liked blue.

I didn't expect that she would remember it and choose this gift carefully.

But in the past few days, apart from studying and listening to her radio drama, I had not talked about anything else, and she seemed to have noticed it.

But she still chose this gift.

Zhuang Ninghe thought it was just an ordinary tape recorder.

After turning on the switch, she said something in an ancient and elegant tone.

"Sir, the words in the letter are short and the meaning is long. It's a pity that I can't meet you in person."

Zhuang Ninghe's heart moved slightly, and his chest rose and fell gently.

He picked up the pen with his right hand, maintained his composure, took a deep breath and continued listening.

Her words were like a picture of an extremely elegant lady unfolding before him.

This sentence sounds like her real thoughts but not at all.

Because this sentence is a line from a certain radio drama, is it used here to suit the situation, or...

It was difficult for him to judge for the first time.

"I have benefited a lot from our exchange for more than a month. You should give gifts according to your preferences, but I only know that you like radio dramas with beautiful voice actors.

Below is a collection of dubbings that I have heard from many gentlemen. I hope you like them. "

Zhuang Ninghe put on headphones and experienced an auditory feast.

I listened to it for an hour.

"Those who meet must leave..."

"One issue...one prayer..."

"But it's not up to me. Sir, I think I'm disturbing. Then we'll meet again if we are destined."

He didn't react at the moment of pause.

Until there is no more sound, it is completely over.

He had heard the previous ones, but he had never heard of this one.

She changed back to her own voice for the last part, as if saying goodbye.

Zhuang Ninghe had unknowingly opened the mobile app, and the chat history was still stuck on the word "morning" she sent yesterday morning.

She didn't send him any more math problems last night.

So we just stopped chatting?

Have you been thinking about the answer for several days and still have no results?

Zhuang Ninghe used his brain to ask his heart.

Suddenly, the voice in my heart that was ready to stir came up again.

But what does this little girl mean?

He found a tape on the side of the recorder.

When I took it out, a small card also fell out.

The eyebrows twitched, and the faint and complicated eyes read.

to: Sir, you are excellent. Although I don’t know your face, what I get to know through the Internet is your soul. I kind of like your soul...

Her words made Zhuang Ninghe's left chest slightly tense and his thoughts slightly confused.

Before I could read the rest of the words, someone knocked on the door.

"buckle"

He quickly covered the card, his eyelashes raised and trembling, covering up the emotions growing in his eyes.

"Enter."

Guan Weihao walked in with an anxious look on his face, "Professor, something happened at home. I would like to take a day off this afternoon."

"Yeah, okay." Zhuang Ninghe opened his mouth and found that his throat was extremely dry.

"Thank you, Professor." Guan Weihao immediately smiled and bowed, and then left.

Zhuang Ninghe continued to read the next sentence.

to: Maybe it’s just appreciation, not like it. I can’t tell the difference anyway. I won’t bother you in the future. Thank you. I wonder if you will find this passage.

Zhuang Ning Heben's beating heart suffocated and became cold.

His unclear and lack of reply really made her aware.

Due to the environment she is in, she is indeed more sensitive.

Suddenly I don't know how to face it.

I thought of her cold and polite responses when we first got to know each other, to her gradually becoming more interesting and teasing.

It was as if her shell had been cracked open and now it was sealed again by his own hands.

There was a tight feeling in my heart that wouldn't go away for a long time.

This caused him to feel a little weird all day long.

However, he will not let his condition affect his work, he just looks more serious without smiling.