Without needing her consent, Xiao Xingyu kissed Zhang Moyan's lips. His wife had said that she lived for him and that he was the most important person to her, so he was just asking for her own sake.
After kissing for about a minute, Xiao Xingyu found something unusual, so he stopped and hovered above Zhang Moyan, within reach of her breath.
Why was it so unusual? It wasn't that Mo Yan wasn't cooperating, it was just that he was almost lighting the fire, and yet Mo Yan didn't even seem to be breathing irregularly...
Is Mo Yan not feeling well?
Xiao Xingyu touched her forehead and felt that the temperature of her skin was not hot.
"Mo Yan, are you worried about something?"
"No," Zhang Moyan shook her head, the fabric rustling softly. "Do you want to do it?"
Xiao Xingyu: Huh? Uh...
There wasn't anything wrong with this statement, but it seemed too... too humane, didn't it? And it implied that his wife wasn't in the mood at the moment, but he'd still do his duty if he needed it.
Suddenly, the enthusiasm was poured down like a bucket of cold water. Xiao Xingyu crawled back and said softly, "Who said that? I just wanted to chat with you."
The mattress beneath him shifted, and Zhang Moyan turned sideways to face him: "Okay, then let's talk about what happened to you today?"
Xiao Xingyu looked miserable in the darkness, not even receiving any sweet words or warmth. His heart was even colder than the temperature outside.
But you still have to cheer up.
"How else can I spend my time? People come to see me all the time, and I've repeated the same lines several times." Xiao Xingyu avoided the important issues. "I finished some work, and the rest of the time I was just browsing my phone. Oh, by the way, I saw a short video today where a panda couldn't peel bamboo shoots. Let me show you!
"Oh, I've seen it." Zhang Moyan lay back down without showing any interest. After a moment of silence, she closed her eyes and said in a light tone, "I'm a little tired, let's go to sleep!"
Xiao Xingyu was stunned. What? How could this happen? Mo Yan was really angry about him leading the fight alone yesterday?
No, he absolutely couldn't stand his woman's attitude towards him. There must not be such a gap between him and Mo Yan.
Skillfully embracing the person and holding her tightly in his arms, Xiao Xingyu reflected deeply, "I'm sorry, Mo Yan. I took the initiative to let Xiao Wa take you away yesterday. Believe me, it's not that I think you can't share the pressure with me. I just want to protect you. I don't want you to get hurt in any way, not even by words. I don't want you to hear any hurt."
Sniffing Xiao Xingyu's scent, Zhang Moyan felt the body around her tense, and a wave of self-blame washed over her. Xiao Xingyu was just trying to protect her, what was wrong with that? If danger came, she would be just as worried about him getting hurt, and would hide things from him just as well. Their feelings were the same!
"I'm sorry," Zhang Moyan's eyes were moist. She groped for Xiao Xingyu's lips and sobbed incoherently, "I shouldn't be angry with you. I'm sorry..."
Swallowing the salty taste of tears, Xiao Xingyu was excited. He turned over and looked down at her: "It's okay, just be enthusiastic down there!"
After talking it out, Xiao Xingyu thought that he and his wife should return to their daily lives as conjoined twins, but the opposite happened. He saw his wife less often during the day than before. Every time he asked about her, he was told that she had gone out.
I'm so sad that I can't even cry.
He consoled himself that this was understandable. After all, Mo Yan had just arrived as Chen Yun's daughter, so she must be feeling a bit uneasy. Going out for a walk and releasing stress would be good for her physical and mental health.
However, what he didn't know was that Zhang Moyan had a sixth sense. Even if Xiao Xingyu didn't say anything, she could sense that Xiao Xingyu might be in danger. She was even certain that Xiao Xingyu must have been in danger before, but was just afraid to tell her because he was afraid she would worry.
In this case, she is willing to take the initiative to step into the sight of those who are interested and bear the crisis that she should bear as Chen Yun's daughter, as long as they don't touch Xiao Xingyu.
However, for some reason, she had tried to stay alone in public these past two days, even avoiding the constant flow of people, but she remained safe and sound. This really made Zhang Moyan a little confused, and she couldn't possibly go out and walk around like this every day for no reason.
While walking aimlessly on the street, I was attracted by a skills training poster at the entrance of the community service center. The poster listed some skills training programs for the unemployed. In addition to the barista and illustrator training programs like Shen Hai, there was also unexpectedly a training program for ceramic artists.
In fact, after leaving her job, Zhang Moyan had already planned to learn the porcelain making process. This training course that had already been opened seemed very basic. Firstly, it was suitable for herself who had no basic knowledge. Secondly, if she participated, it would also solve her reason to go out every day.
Thinking of this, Zhang Moyan walked into the service center.
The staff member in charge of reception was very enthusiastic. After learning that Zhang Moyan was not a native of Ruzhou, they suggested that she include the information of a local relative on the registration form so that she could also register and enjoy certain discounts. Considering that Xiao Xingyu's household registration had been moved to Shenhai with Ms. Meng, Zhang Moyan could only leave the name and phone number of her father-in-law Xiao Weizhou.
"Are you the new granddaughter-in-law of the Xiao family?" The fat aunt who was examining the relatives suddenly glared at Zhang Moyan fiercely.
Zhang Moyan was confused: "Yes, is there any problem?"
The woman slammed her registration form on the table and stepped back: "Sorry, you can't register!"
Zhang Moyan had never seen such an unreasonable attitude from a public official before. She couldn't help but ask, "Why? That comrade just now said it was okay."
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