Chapter 17

Yao Yiyi carefully blow his hair to ou Qingheng, touching his rough hair. A trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes. In the first two years of their marriage, ou Qingheng would blow his hair every time he washed his hair. However, in the next two years, the chance for her to help him blow his hair was very rare.

It's rare for them to have such a warm side between them. Yao Yiyi cherishes it. It's a pity that the man around her has already taken his heart and almost turns a blind eye to her obscure efforts.

"Mr. ou, I've heard that men with thick hair will hurt their wives. It seems that if you marry Miss Yang, you must be a good man who cares for his family."

Ou Qingheng squinted and enjoyed the comfort of Yao Yiyi's weak and boneless hands shuttling between his hair. He said in a low voice, "why do you say that?"

"It's just a feeling in the heart." Yao Yiyi chuckled and said.

"You're not jealous, are you?" Ou Qingheng tried.

Yao Yiyi put down the hair dryer and climbed up ou Qingheng's neck like a beautiful snake. He was fascinated by the bath fragrance on his body and said: "Mr. ou, am I qualified to be jealous?"

Ou Qingheng picked her chin and asked, "what do you think?"

Yao Yiyi looked at him with a pair of affectionate eyes: "you always have a heart on Miss Yang. I'm jealous. Most of you think I'm making trouble out of nothing?"

Ou Qingheng let go of her chin, put her body aside, and her eyes suddenly cooled down: "you know, as long as you don't move the idea that you shouldn't have, after divorce, the benefits that belong to you will not be less."

Yao Yiyi lay on his back and said with a smile: "Mr. Ou is generous enough. It's no wonder that so many women have separated from you, but none of them have complained. Sometimes money can really block people's hearts."

Ou Qing Heng just looked at her and said, "sleep."

Yao Yiyi rolled into his arms, as in the past, like a real husband and wife to embrace and sleep.

Ou Qingheng subconsciously patted her shoulder, as if whispered: "sleep, don't think like a child all day long."

Soon, ou Qingheng went to sleep, but Yao Yiyi was not sleepy at all. By the warm yellow light, she looked up at Ou Qingheng's hard chin and whispered: "Ou Qingheng, even if you have a bit of sincerity for me, I will not willingly withdraw from this abnormal love triangle. It is clear that I am your wife, but I will give it to a girl who has hurt you How old should you be to think that woman is innocent

Sleeping ou Qingheng naturally did not answer her.

Yao Yiyi closed his eyes and said: Ou Qingheng, Yang Kexin is not as innocent as you think. If you can, I don't want you to be hurt for the second time. Unfortunately, you should not listen to my worries.

If you say that Ou Qingheng has become the rib that she can't pull out, then Yang Kexin is Ou Qingheng's Deadly Poppy. Knowing that it's poisonous, she is happy with it.

After all, she was defeated by Yang Kexin, who would pretend to be pathetic and weak.

The next day, Yao Yiyi woke up before seven o'clock. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom to have a simple wash. She only wore a hip shirt and went downstairs. Today, Mrs. Wu went back to her son's house to visit her grandson, so she came to prepare breakfast today.

She cooked porridge slowly, and then fried two full color and flavor of poached eggs in the pot, and then prepared two small dishes, waiting for the porridge to be cooked, and today's breakfast is also a success.

After four years together, Yao Yiyi knows ou Qingheng's taste. He can eat Western style Chinese breakfast, but he still prefers Chinese style. When outside, he often goes to western style restaurants for social intercourse. However, the places where she takes her to eat in private are those with unusual Chinese characteristics. She once teased him and even felt uneasy about eating, He has to be such a double-sided person. He is the successor of the European group. Who dares to laugh at Chinese restaurants even when they are having a party? What's wrong with Chinese food? Chinese food is diverse, delicious, cheap and nutritious, which foreigners can't eat.

She remembers that Ou Qingheng's answer is: "it's nothing to eat and drink. It's a style that a successful person should have."

When she heard this, she could not help but murmured: it's hard to face life and suffer. The more successful people are, the more they like to pretend to be forced.