I'm a substitute for my wife's Bai Yueguang...

Chapter 19

I lay down in front of the table, poked my face with the pen holder in my right hand, and stared at the topic, pretending to be thinking hard.

My wife stood by and watched for a while, then yawned, then went to sit down on the sofa in front of the French windows.

Huh, my wife must be bored, and he must also think I'm stupid.

This is not possible, although I want to hang on, but I can't let my wife be too disappointed in me, so I took up the pen and filled in a few blanks.

The last question is a bit difficult, and I feel that even if I can’t do it, it’s justifiable. As long as I don’t write the last question, then I don’t think I’ve finished this question, and I can stay on as a matter of course.

When I thought of this, I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth, and I couldn't help but quietly turned to look at my wife.

I originally imagined that if my wife caught me peeping at him, I would immediately pretend to be wronged and tell him that I really couldn't do it, but I didn't expect that when I turned around, my wife was lying on the sofa fell asleep.

The sofa is facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there is a low coffee table between the two facing single sofas.My wife is sitting facing me, and I can see every move I make when I look up.

Only one desk lamp on my desk was turned on in the room, and the neon night outside the window shrouded my wife faintly, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Whether it was before or now, I feel very safe when I am with my wife.

I suddenly felt that my wife's shoulders seemed to be very broad, at least much wider than mine as a high school student, and I hadn't noticed it before.

In fact, it seems a bit strange to use the term "before". It is obvious that something that will happen in the future has already become the past for me.

But that's not bad, because I love my wife a little longer than before.

My wife suddenly opened her eyes and found me looking at him.

"Finished?" my wife asked.

"Well...the last question I haven't written yet..." As I was talking, my wife got up and came to the desk.

My wife bent down slightly and looked at the title. "It shouldn't be difficult for you," my wife smiled, looked at me and said, "You have written out the first few questions, which are more difficult than the last question."

My face suddenly burned, and my heartbeat also accelerated. It's all because I didn't read carefully the stem of the last question just now. I used the inertial thinking of mathematics propositions to apply to the biology questions, thinking that the difficulty was gradually increasing gradually. of.

My right hand holding the pen was already clenched with sweat. I was afraid that my wife would find out that I did it on purpose and drive me away immediately.

I looked up at my wife with a guilty conscience, and found that my wife's eyes were still on the topic.

"Let's go through the questions together and extract useful information." As my wife said, she stretched out her hand, pinched the end of the signature pen, and pulled the pen out of my hand. The whole process did not touch my right hand .

I don't know if my wife found out my little Jiujiu and got angry.

My wife used a signature pen to draw a horizontal line under the question to highlight useful information, "You are an Alpha, so you should be able to understand the meaning of the question."

My wife didn't add any speculative modal particles at the end of this sentence, he just made sure that I must understand what the question is talking about.In other words, my wife must have seen that I have been faking it.

"Yeah." I nodded, but my heart was a little sour.What I am most afraid of is that my wife is disappointed and angry with me, and even unwilling to show his inner feelings to me. He is just using his personal cultivation to treat me politely as a stranger.

"So this question is actually about using gene editing to eliminate the possibility of uncontrolled estrus in Omega, right?" my wife asked me.

His tone was gentle, but it sounded like a muffled fist to my chest.

My throat is tight, this feeling is like a clockwork is desperately pulling, all the blood vessels and muscles have been stretched to the limit, and it will soon be unable to support it.

"Well." I replied.My throat is so sore that I can't make any more sounds.

"However, due to the complexity of the receptor cells in the gland, the actual operation is of course not just a change in the gene sequence as in the question stem." My wife patiently explained to me.

I just nodded emphatically.Because I don't want to make a tone-changing sound, it sounds like I'm crying, and my wife will misunderstand it.

My wife put the pen back in front of my eyes, I picked it up and wrote down the answer to the last question.

"Very good." My wife commented with a smile, "Your learning ability seems to be different from your self-evaluation."

I still stared at the subject in front of me without looking up.

"In my opinion, your learning ability is very strong." My wife continued, "If you are really like what you said when you were in the hospital, then you must have listened very carefully at school during this time. "

One of my tears fell on the table. Fortunately, it was far enough away from my wife's laptop. Fortunately, the color of the table was dark enough. Fortunately, the light of the desk lamp was not so bright. Fortunately, my wife should not have noticed. arrive.

My wife raised her hand and helped me put the notebooks one by one into the schoolbag, and I quickly helped to pack them together.

The book is packed and the zipper is closed, and it's time for me to go home.

I stood up from my seat, put my schoolbag on my left hand, and a warm hand stroked my cheek, wiping away my tears.

I watched with tears in my eyes as my wife's fingers moved under my eye sockets, wiping away my unstoppable tears.

"Why are you still crying?" My wife asked a little funny, while wiping my tears.

"Wuuuu, my wife, were you angry with me just now..." I couldn't catch my breath from crying, and I couldn't even speak a word.

"Ah? Hahaha, when? Why didn't I remember it..." My wife seriously recalled the process just now, "No... Did I misunderstand you?"

"It's just...just now...I didn't write on purpose...the last question..." I was crying and panting intermittently.

My wife didn't seem to understand what I was talking about. He was puzzled for a while, and then he suddenly understood what I was talking about.

"Hahaha..." My wife laughed loudly, but she didn't forget to wipe my face with her hands, "I didn't know you were lying to me, so how could you be angry?"

"Woo... woo... woo..." I let my wife wipe away my tears, and then slowly calmed down.

My wife stroked my back gently until I stopped crying completely.

"Are you ready?" My wife asked me with a smile.

"Hmm." I replied sullenly.

"Stupid." My wife rubbed my hair, "I won't take you home tonight."

"Ah?" I raised my eyes and looked at my wife, he meant that I should go back by myself.

"Hey, don't cry, don't cry," my wife saw that my eyes were red again, she immediately held my face in her hands, looked into my eyes and said, "I mean, you can stay with me tonight."

I opened my eyes suddenly.

"It's getting dark anyway, why don't you sleep with me for a while after sending you back..."

I can no longer hear what my wife said later.All I can hear on an endless loop is my wife saying, "You can stay with me tonight."