Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 63

The sound of the water finally stopped. Wu Yu wiped his hair and stepped on his slippers. He came to the door of the bedroom and made a movement - Bu Zhonghua did not sleep on the bed, but sat on the mat, flipping through a criminal investigation book. Professional books on this subject.

"Have you finished washing?" Bu Zhonghua closed the book and said, "Go to bed."

The prince finished washing the dishes and slept on the floor of the woodshed with his tattered clothes on his pillow. This scene was simply amazing. Wu Yu immediately threw the towel on the back of the chair and reached out to pull him: "No, please go to bed quickly. This floor is for me to sleep on."

"No, you sleep on the bed."

"No, no, there's no reason to let the leader sleep on the floor..."

"When working on cases at the grassroots level, I often sleep on the floor. It doesn't matter."

Wu Yu stood barefoot on the mat and refused to give in: "As soon as you are a division-level leader, what if I catch a cold and fall ill in the middle of the night and I can't afford the medical expenses? Stop talking and go to bed quickly."

Bu Zhonghua didn't waste even half a second: "I have medical insurance."

Wu Yu: "..."

"What can I do," Bu Zhonghua said coldly, "Who told you not to go home."

The two looked at each other for a long time. Wu Yu climbed onto the bed without saying a word and turned off the light.

The room fell into darkness, with only the moonlight sweeping into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and the sound of cars on the street downstairs approaching but far away.

In fact, when they went out to handle cases together, they also stayed in a double room in the guest house and shared a bathroom. They even rubbed each other's backs and took a shower earlier. But I don't know why, but there is something subtle in the air that is different, like invisible static electricity rushing up the nerve endings, flowing numbly through the bone marrow, secretly and silently stimulating the brain center.

Wu Yu turned over and faced the wall, staring intently at the familiar light yellow dado with uneven paint in the dark. Suddenly she heard a voice coming from under the bed: "This house is nice, and the location is quite convenient."

"It's a room in the school district."

"Did you pick it?"

For some unknown reason, Wu Yu paused and said in a low voice, "I picked it."

"Then you have good taste. I have an acquaintance who lives here. His child graduated some time ago and he wanted to sell his house. He asked me if he wanted it, which was 5,000 cheaper than the market price. I thought about it for two days, and then rejected him."

"Why?"

"No need." Bu Zhonghua said calmly, "Anyway, I don't plan to get married and have children."

"...Team, I think so," Wu Yu thought for a moment and said slowly: "People still have to think about the future. You see, I specifically asked the organization to apply for a school district housing, just to make it easier to get married and have children in the future... ...After all, these days, economic conditions are an important criterion for measuring a man's strength. Good, unmarried young men like us must rely on strength to fight for future love, don't you think?"

Silence fell behind him.

A few minutes passed, when Wu Yu thought that Bu Zhonghua had given up, he heard him say "Oh?" unhurriedly: "I didn't expect it, Wu Yu, it turns out that you also have to go to the laboratory." How many brats are fighting over Song Hui?"