The next person to get off was Wei Xiaobao. The two chatted affectionately for a while before Wei Xiaobao got into the car reluctantly. Before getting in, he glared at Zhou Xilai.
Zhou Xilai looked so aggrieved. What the hell did I do to offend anyone?
The family welcomed Lin Qingqing home. Xue Guixiang made a cup of malted milk for her daughter-in-law to help her get rid of the cold. Zhou Xilai also left, saying that he had a friend in the county town and would stay at his friend's house that night.
The stove in the room was burning brightly and it was very warm. Lin Qingqing's forehead was sweating a little. Zhou Zhuo curled the corners of his lips and wanted to laugh when he saw her nervous look. He wrung out a hot towel and went over to wipe his wife's face. But just as he was about to wipe her face, she snatched the towel away and covered her face with it.
She leaned her head on the sofa with a towel covering her face so that she wouldn't have to face him for the time being. Zhou Zhuo looked at her with such a sticky look that her heart couldn't bear it.
She once longed for love, but when love came, she found it a little difficult to bear.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. After a few minutes, she finally took the towel off her face and said, "Zhou Zhuo, I want to talk to you."
Zhou Zhuo looked into her eyes and smiled faintly: "Okay..."
"I can't calm down and talk to you when you look at me like that." Lin Qingqing put her hands in her hair in annoyance.
"Wife, this shows that you have me in your heart. We are husband and wife, and there should be no reservations between husband and wife." His voice was low, a little magnetic, and very charming.
Lin Qingqing's face flushed red at his double entendre: "No, I really can't talk to you properly like this."
Zhou Zhuo asked seriously, "How about we turn off the lights, close our eyes, and talk on the bed?"
Lin Qingqing's old heart was about to explode, and she felt ashamed. According to her psychological age, she was over 40 years old this year, but Zhou Zhuo was only 21 years old. Isn't it unreasonable for a 40-year-old old aunt to be so attracted by a 20-year-old fanboy that she was in a state of despair?
She wanted to shock him with her professional authority and tried to keep a straight face: "I hope you will be serious."
Zhou Zhuo's expression was innocent. "I was serious. So serious that I remember every word you said. You said you'd take me flying, that we'd get married when I recovered, that we'd have lots of kids, and that when we got old we'd find somewhere with no one around to retire. You also said you wanted me to be good to you and only you for the rest of my life, that you wanted me to wash your feet every night, cook for you, and never leave you. I've been doing everything you asked. Am I not serious enough?"
Lin Qingqing wanted to slap herself to death. Isn't it better to be a good person? Why did she flirt with him for no reason? In the end, she had to flirt back without missing a word. If she had known that his illness could be cured, why would she flirt with him? Flirting was fun for a while, but now she regretted it so much.
If she died someday, she would be so embarrassed! She nervously picked up the malted milk on the table and drank it, but she drank it too fast and choked.
Zhou Zhuo hurriedly bent down to pat her back. He was tall, and his hand fell on her back as if he wanted to hug her. The faint smell of soap on his clothes penetrated her nostrils, making Lin Qingqing a little dizzy.
He was only wearing a pure white shirt, through which she could vaguely see his strong chest and abdominal muscles. Her mother-in-law said that Zhou Zhuo was very good at sports when he was in school and had won the city's 100-meter championship.
He had a figure comparable to a fashion model and was handsome. As she thought about it, a warm feeling welled up under her nose.
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