Insomnia

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He picked up the priority and went back to the people in the office first: "Can it be a little later? It's raining heavily and I'm stuck on the way. The files are on the computer."

The colleague on the other end replied: "Can you give it to me before ten o'clock? I still have to do the summary, and the superior suddenly said yes, which will cause trouble to Teacher Tao."

Can you still say it’s impossible? Tao Ling had no choice but to say "Okay". Then he clicked on the dialog box with Kou Huai and asked about the invitation to the lecture.

Kou Huai quickly replied: "I've wanted to tell you for a long time. Didn't I send you a call for papers for a conference some time ago? Submit a paper, mainly to attend the conference, and also to give this lecture. Good for you."

Tao Ling immediately refused: "I can't do it, senior brother, go ahead, I have never given a lecture."

Kou Huai: "Why haven't you done it before? It's just like the platform course in your school. It's a private college. Don't think so complicated. You'll scare yourself before you go. There's a first time and a second time. Academics Communication, communication, the central language is communication.”

Over the years, whenever it came to dealing with the outside world, Tao Ling had always been "forced" by Kou Huai, and the two brothers knew this.

Although he resisted in his heart, Tao Ling couldn't say more. He just responded: "Then I will submit the manuscript for the meeting first. I am not sure whether I can go."

During this period, Wen Qingying kept her head down, drawing with a pen.

Tao Ling finally finished replying to the message, thinking about passing on the documents when he went home later, when he looked up, he saw that Wen Qingying's paper already had complete content.

He leaned over and Wen Qingying just finished the last few strokes. After half a minute, Wen Qingying let go and showed him the picture.

There are two people in the painting, one standing and one sitting, the one who is sitting is holding a book in his hand, and the one who is standing is holding a watering can.

There are pots of flowers and plants on the ground, in patches, just like this moment.

Tao Ling was stunned and raised his eyes.

Wen Qingying caught his gaze with a smile, pointed her index finger at the sitting person, then at Tao Ling, then at the standing person, and finally at herself.

"Am I friends with my husband?" He wrote on the phone.

After a pause for two seconds, Tao Ling nodded solemnly.

Unknowingly, it was approaching evening, and the rain had not stopped. Tao Ling was thinking that there was still something to do, so he finally had to ask Wen Qingying: "Do you have many umbrellas? Can you lend me one?"

Wen Qingying glanced at his phone, got up immediately, and took an umbrella out from behind the cabinet.

Tao Ling took it from him and was about to say goodbye when he suddenly remembered something and asked again, "How many umbrellas do you have?"

After reading the question, Wen Qingying just blinked and didn't answer. Tao Ling knew it at a glance, and immediately put the umbrella back.

Wen Qingying shook her head stubbornly. Tao Ling thought for a while and then wrote: "Then let's go together?"

After Wen Qingying packed up her things, the two went out together.

The umbrella is actually not small, but it is too difficult to cover two big men in the wind and rain at this moment.

Wen Qingying held up the umbrella, and the surface of the umbrella kept slanting towards Tao Ling, so it was, but after walking a few steps, half of Tao Ling's body was already wet.

He turned his head in the rain and found that Wen Qingying's condition was even worse, his whole body was almost exposed to the rain.

Tao Ling didn't think much. He grabbed Wen Qingying's umbrella hand and wanted to push the umbrella towards him. However, before he could use any force, Wen Qingying suddenly moved the umbrella to his left hand. He stretched out his right arm and pulled Tao Ling's umbrella towards him. Ling took the whole thing into his arms and protected him in front of him.

The space under the umbrella is therefore a little wider.

The heartbeat was mixed with the sound of rain, as if the rain was a dense drumbeat.

Wen Qingying's arms were too strong, and Tao Ling couldn't break free, nor did he want to break free. He restrained himself with all his strength to avoid the embarrassment of impulsively hugging his waist.

I walked quickly to the intersection, and there was a red light on the opposite side. There were cars coming and going, and there were no pedestrians on the street. It seemed like they were the only two people left in the entire city.

While waiting, Wen Qingying kept frowning. He seemed to be afraid that Tao Ling would catch a cold, rubbing his hands back and forth on his shoulders.

Tao Ling turned to look at him. The light on the other side turned green. The wind blew violently and the umbrella swayed. Tao Ling was fine, but Wen Qingying was completely soaked.

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