Chapter 139 "It's still early, let's do some exercises"
Oh my god!
When did Zhang Henian come out of the shower and eavesdrop on other people's phone calls?
How rude!
Totally spicy!
Zhang Hening's hair stood on end.
Before she could hear the devil's whispers again, she quickly hung up the phone.
Then shut down.
Throw the phone away.
Song Xi sat in front of the dressing table and watched helplessly as Zhang Hening hung up the call without caring about her life or death.
The man's hand was on the back of her chair. Her body, which had just taken a shower, was still covered in moisture and exuded a faint scent of shower gel.
Her head sank, and Jing Zhuo's hands clasped her fluffy head.
"Speaking badly of me to your best friend?"
Song Xi shook his head like a rattle: "I didn't say anything, it was Zhang Hening who said it."
"Push-ups as punishment?"
“Kneel on a durian?”
"Reciting the Manual of Men's Ethics..."
"You're going to beat me with a thin bamboo stick?"
Jing Zhuo rubbed her head, and each word he spoke hit Song Xi's heart, cold and gloomy, indicating that he had heard everything.
As expected, you can’t say bad things about others behind their backs.
Zhang Hening, you have to bear your own sins.
Song Xi firmly denied it: "No, no, no, I will definitely not punish you or beat you. Domestic violence is wrong and we can't do it."
Song Xi raised three fingers, a pledge of allegiance: "I have absolute faith in your character. I will not listen to Zhang Hening's rumors. It's getting late, let's go to bed."
After she finished speaking, she stood up and was about to get into bed.
Her waist felt tight, and the man grabbed her with one hand and pulled her into his arms.
The straps of his bathrobe were loose, revealing a good view.
Including the steel-like tail that I pinched last night.
Song Xi looked left and right, but didn't dare to look down.
"Aren't you going to take charge of your wife today?" Jing Zhuo asked.
"No."
"No one is perfect. Everyone has flaws. In fact, you can punish them at will."
"No, you're good. I won't punish you."
"Push-ups or something like that, you can try it as punishment."
"No punishment."
Song Xi turned his head away, his stance firm.
Yesterday she was drunk and was tricked by this big-tailed wolf, and was punished by making him do countless push-ups.
Today she is sober, smart and quick-witted.
Nothing will mention push-ups.
Don’t even think about it!
"Okay." Jing Zhuo held her hand and placed it on his shoulder. He bent his waist slightly, supported her legs, picked her up face to face, and walked slowly towards the bed.
"It's still early, let's do some questions."
Song Xi's alarm bells rang loudly, and he whined and made excuses: "My biological clock has come, I need to sleep."
"You still have half an hour left in your biological clock. Do the questions and go to sleep after you're done."
Song Xi was pressed into the quilt. She wanted to cry but had no tears, but she was still cursing in her heart.
Zhang Hening, look at what you have done.
hiss--
Her earlobe was bitten, and it hurt, accompanied by the man's low warning.
"Focus, who are you thinking about?"
Song Xi: “…”
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Until the next day, Zhang Hening didn't come to check the news again.
Song Xi sat in a small courtyard shaded by locust trees, with his sleeves rolled up high. His hands were stained with white flour, and he was wrapping small and exquisite Yuanbao dumplings with his fingers.
Today is the beginning of autumn, and the weather is clear and cool.
It is a custom in the north to eat dumplings, which symbolizes bringing in wealth and a bountiful harvest.
"Men who can do housework are more favored by their wives." Grandma taught Jingzhuo how to roll out dumpling wrappers, "Help Xiaoxi more."
Jingzhuo was obedient and sat on the stone bench, holding a rolling pin in his hand, learning the movements with clumsy movements.
You don’t have to like dumplings, but you have to learn how to make them.
Grandma gave instructions, he was responsible for rolling out the dough, and Song Xi was responsible for wrapping it.
After a while, two large plates of dumplings were put into the pot.
Song Xi helped in the kitchen and kept a piece of dough. He rolled it into a sheet, cut it into thin strips, and made a bowl of hand-rolled noodles.
Jingzhuo doesn't like dumplings, he likes noodles.
When grandma saw her doing this, she couldn't help but laugh.
"You, why do you spoil him so much? Just eat whatever you have."
Song Xi pursed her lips and smiled: "It's okay, grandma, I made it on the spur of the moment, it was super quick."
The steaming dumplings and noodles are out of the pot.
Grandma didn't let Song Xi interfere. She called two men in to serve the meal and ate in the courtyard.
"You kid, you are so lucky. Xiaoxi saved a piece of noodles and made noodles especially for you. Eat it." Grandma praised with a smile.
Jing Zhuo looked at the steaming noodles in front of him, the thick white soup, garnished with green onions, vegetables, sausages, and a poached egg.
The autumn wind is cool, but my heart is hot.
"Thank you, my wife." Jing Zhuo squeezed her hand.
Song Xi smiled and took two small Yuanbao dumplings from her bowl and gave them to him.
"I'll just eat two symbolically to celebrate the festival."
Jingzhuo reciprocated the favor and gave her the fried egg in the bowl.
"Eat more protein to replenish your body."
Song Xi: “…”
Is it her heart?
Why do I think of some not-so-good supplement methods?
"You can bring some dumplings back later for Qiqi and Jianguo to eat," said Grandpa.
The Beginning of Autumn is the beginning of autumn, and dogs also celebrate the festival.
Song Xi nodded and said yes.
The courtyard is a little quieter this year and seems less lively.
Grandma sighed as she picked up the dumplings.
"I don't know if Ningning is doing well in Sucheng, and whether she has dumplings to eat."
Jing Zhuo calmly comforted him: "Don't worry, she has money, she can order takeout herself."
"How can they be the same? Homemade dumplings are the best. Ningning loves the dumplings I make the most. She can eat a big bowl every time."
Grandma mumbled, and there was a hint of longing hidden in her words.
Sioux City.
Conference Room 1 of Universe Technology.
A group of people who worked overtime on the weekend sat in a circle, each holding a cup of milk tea and chewing it.
Song Shiqian sat in the main seat, looking at his colleagues who were busy chewing their food, and fell into deep thought.
He hasn't been back for a week, what happened?
We're in a meeting, why are you all chewing?
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