Chapter 82

Yan Yan wakes up and recovers well.

You can eat, drink and call the day after you wake up.

My hair is blocked and my stomach is hungry.

I had to follow her upstairs and follow her into her room.

I want to say no time, but she's the first to walk into the elevator.

Snow fell on her shoulders, and as soon as I lowered my head to hide, she called to me, "summer solstice, come to my room."

I finished my meal and walked out of the restaurant just in time to see Mrs. sang coming in through the door.

It's snowing outside and it's warm inside.

I've got food in the kitchen. It's still hot.

I immediately took orders and happily went into the dining room to eat.

The old man wanted to swing me with his crutch: "go to eat!"

I nodded as if to pound garlic: "I will go to worship her as a teacher."

What do you study? Like her?

I learn from he Xiangu?

He saw that I was still honest and my voice was gradually lowered: "in the future, I will learn rules from Jieyu if I have nothing to do. You are still pregnant with a child, and you have to teach the child when you are born!"

I'm starving to death. I just hope that he will finish scolding me and go to dinner.

The old man told me that I couldn't answer back, otherwise I would be scolded for being uneducated.

"Wait for you, ghost!" He yelled at me: "Jieyu comes in at the same time as you. People will behave themselves. Ladies are different. You, like savages, just come back from your honeymoon and go out!"

"Grandfather, are you waiting for me?"

Is it hard to wait for me in the restaurant?

I'm really afraid that he will fall down with too much effort. I look at the clock on the wall. It's already two o'clock.

I look back, he stood at the door of the restaurant, leaning on the leading crutches, crutches on the floor, word by word: "do you know what the rules are?"

You don't have to look back to know that it's the old man. The old man's voice is so loud every time, which scares me.

"At noon, the whole family is waiting for you. Where have you been?" Sound like a bell, grow old and strong.

I am starving to death. When I enter the door, I shout, "I want to eat, I want to starve to death."

Is not a woman lovelorn, everyone can be a poet, I can now easily chant a sad poem.

I try not to look back at his back, because I think the sound of snow is a bit like the sound of my heartbreak.

When I got back to Sang's house, he kept sending me up the steps of the porch until Xiao Jin came up to help me.

Finally, the road is smooth, and we can finally move forward smoothly from this constipation road.

We waited dully for the car in front to slide slowly forward.

I knew what he meant and he didn't go on.

"For example?" I sat up straight and put my warm hand in my down jacket pocket.

He immediately retracted his head, eyes slightly sullen: "only you can do such a crazy thing."

Just when we were about to depend on each other, I said coldly, "uncle, I'm your sister-in-law. Your sister-in-law is like a mother. This is incest."

But I'm sober and quick.

He's probably used to it. I'm probably dizzy.

Just like we used to be together, he always kisses me. Sometimes when I have a good meal, he will suddenly kiss me with a mouthful of oil.

I was in a trance. When I woke up quickly, I found that the reason why his face was enlarged was that his head slowly lowered me, and his lips had touched mine.

Unconsciously, his face magnified in front of me.

He was looking at me, because his head was so close to me that I could even see the delicate pores and tiny fluff on his face.

It's just a matter of more than ten days, and our identity has changed dramatically.

All of a sudden, there is an illusion that time flies back a few weeks ago.

His arm was around me and I was leaning on his shoulder.

No strength, no struggle, let him go, anyway, it's warm.

I tried so hard that I couldn't get my hand out of his arms.

Li is such a Li, but he is Yan Yan's sweetheart, there is a wife, such a person I can't enjoy.

"Enjoy what you have, don't talk about it."

I looked at him a little stunned: "you are not warm man, pretend to be meticulous, spread it to me."

Before he knew what was going on, he took my hand and stuffed it into his down coat.

I leaned over the window and looked out. I was absorbed. My hands on the window were cold and I breathed.

The city has become strange and novel in my eyes.

It's been blocked for more than an hour, and there's already snow on the road.

Most people like snow, especially in our city, where it usually doesn't snow heavily, they are almost overjoyed to see it.

The world in front of me became a vast expanse of white.I served by my sweetheart's bed last night. Now I send my old lover home and accompany my mother-in-law for her birthday.

He's really busy. He's on both sides.

I don't love sang Shixi, so I won't let him do this to me.

Love a man can, but don't let yourself so passive and humble.

If sang Shixi was so perfunctory to me, I would break his head with a glass vase.

He snorted again and hung up.

"You come back early that night. Let's go and celebrate my mother's birthday together. Don't forget."

"Well." Sang Qi snorted.

Sang Shixi once mentioned Yanyan, saying that she was a girl as gentle as water, so gentle to everyone.

Well, I heard from Sanshi.

But different from Yanyan's tenderness, he Xiangu's gentleness is acquired, while Yanyan's gentleness is innate.

"Ah Qi, do you remember my mother's birthday tonight?" She has a very sweet voice.

He pressed the answer button and then a handsfree button.

This time it was he Xiangu, because I had a look.

His phone was busy and it rang again.

I'm so hungry that I don't want to fight with him.

He held the steering wheel in his hand and looked at the front of him with a low smile: "if one day I don't speak to you, you are not the summer solstice."

"I can't control that."

"Don't scream in your stomach. It's noisy."

"Pregnant women eat less traditional Chinese medicine. I don't need supplements."

"Stewed chicken with angelica."

I laughed to him, "I don't drink."

Even if I'm starving, I won't eat what he prepared for other women.

"There's soup there." He pointed to the thermos on the back seat.

My belly sounds like a drum, even sang Qi can hear it.

It's long past lunch time. Now, even if I go back to Sang's home, there is no residue left.

She changes in the cloakroom, and then I sit on the sofa waiting for her to come out.

She changed her pajamas and sat down in front of me in a cotton jacket, looking at me gently: "do you want to know the story of Sang Qi and Yan Yan?"

I refused almost instantaneously: "I don't want to."