204 I am your dog
Two beeps were heard from outside the store.
Gao Qinghe walked out from the inner room, smiled and waved at Mo Xiaohong, and said, "Let's go."
Mo Xiaohong smiled: "Sister Qinghe, take care."
Gao Qingmiao then walked out. The redness on her face had not completely faded, and her left ear was particularly red. She looked aggrieved.
Mo Xiaohong looked at this and then that, and her intuition told her that something must have happened in the room just now.
Unfortunately, Gao Qingmiao had already walked out, leaving her no chance to ask.
And when he saw her approaching, he immediately quickened his pace, as if avoiding her like the plague.
Mo Xiaohong stood in front of the dressing mirror and looked at herself. Is she scary?
In the car, Jiang Baohai asked curiously, "Did Miaomiao's store hire a salesperson?"
Gao Qinghe nodded, "He just arrived not long ago. His name is Mo Xiaohong. He was my former junior high school classmate."
Jiang Baohai keenly noticed that this seemingly simple and ordinary introduction contained something complicated, and said with a smile:
"It's easier to communicate with people of the same age. Miaomiao knows what's going on. Don't worry."
Gao Qinghe saw a thick cardboard box on the back seat of the car and asked, "What is that?"
Jiang Baohai said mysteriously, "Photos."
"Have all the clothes from the wedding day been washed out?" Gao Qinghe asked in surprise.
Jiang Baohai nodded. They didn't have time to go to a photo studio to take wedding photos, but they hired a photographer to follow them all the way. The result looked much more interesting than just standing still for wedding photos.
"It's so thick, how many sheets did you wash?" Gao Qinghe was curious.
Jiang Baohai shrugged. "I've washed them all. About a hundred of them, maybe. If there are any duplicates, pick them out and give them to your parents as a souvenir."
Gao Qinghe also feels that these documentary photos are more commemorative than wedding photos.
Anyway, she had worn all kinds of wedding dresses in her previous life, so she had no intention of taking wedding photos again.
"It's finally over."
Gao Qinghe relaxedly lay back on the chair, looking at the angular profile of the man next to him, and said a little boastfully:
"Huang Yanqiu and I both got our driver's licenses. Isn't that awesome?"
Jiang Baohai was surprised: "So fast?"
He was used to picking her up and going home together every evening.
Now that he has obtained his driver's license, doesn't that mean he will have to walk this path home alone from now on?
Jiang Baohai felt a little melancholy, but more happy for her.
Before the car even left the city, Jiang Baohai stopped and asked excitedly, "Congratulations to you two excellent ladies. How about we go back and buy a cake to celebrate?"
Gao Qinghe patted him in annoyance and urged: "Hurry up and go home for dinner."
What cake or not, don’t you consider what time it is?
Do you think that in thirty years, people won’t close until ten o’clock in the evening?
Jiang Baohai felt that his kindness was being taken for granted. He cursed "heartless" and restarted the car to go home.
After dinner in the evening, Gao Qinghe poured all the photos in the box onto the sofa, sat cross-legged and looked at them while sorting them out.
Many of the scenes were taken before Jiang Baohai set out to pick up the bride.
There are scenes of Jiang's mother Jiang Yu posting wedding characters in the room, scenes of blind date participants in the village joining in the fun and laughing, and scenes of young men in the motorcade enthusiastically preparing to welcome the bride.
Gao Qinghe watched and laughed, and Jiang Baohai's curiosity was aroused. He squeezed next to his wife and hugged her to see what she was laughing at.
Hey, it’s just a few brothers making a fool of themselves.
Jiang Baohai didn’t actually think it was interesting at the time. After all, a man of his age had seen all kinds of big scenes.
But now when I think back on it and recall the details, I find it quite interesting.
After Jiang's mother finished her work, she came over and sat down. Gao Qinghe passed the photos he had seen to her.
Jiang's mother praised other people's photos, but when she saw her and Jiang Yu's photos, she shook her head and said with a wry smile:
"This photographer is really something. He didn't even say hello when he took the photo. Xiaoyu and I both looked crooked, and our poses were not correct..."
Jiang Baohai glanced at his wife, and Gao Qinghe looked back and asked, "If your mother is not satisfied, why are you looking at me?"
Jiang Baohai opened his mouth and said a few words silently: You are all the same.
Gao Qinghe pinched the soft flesh on his waist in annoyance.
Who is the same!
He always likes to take secret photos with his cell phone, and he takes weird photos of her, a beautiful woman, and none of them look good. How can he still say that!
Gao Qinghe's grip was quite strong, and Jiang Baohai's soft flesh was grasped. He didn't dare to do anything wrong again, and begged for mercy in a low voice in her ear.
Gao Qinghe snorted and then let him go.
I put the duplicate photos into a separate pile, put them in an envelope, and asked my younger brother to give them to my parents when we went to the city as a souvenir.
"By the way, Miaomiao also rented a camera and took a lot of photos. I don't know if they've been developed yet."
The photographer hired by Jiang Baohai didn't take many formal photos, he just wanted to record them.
It was different with his younger brother. Gao Qinghe remembered that the whole family even took a serious family photo at that time.
Jiang Baohai took out a photo frame from somewhere and specially selected a separate photo of the couple to put it in.
"I put it on the bedside table and look at it every day." He said proudly.
Gao Qinghe is funny. He really thinks of himself as a young man. It’s so exciting that this is his first marriage.
Isn’t it new?
Jiang Baohai dares to say that there is no other couple in the world who can successfully rekindle their previous relationship!
"I always felt like I was dreaming, but seeing you made me feel like it was real."
Late at night, the couple lay in bed afterward, Jiang Baohai hugged her tightly and whispered:
“Sometimes I’m really afraid that this is all a dream, and when I wake up…”
"You're still very touched, right?" Gao Qinghe continued jokingly.
Jiang Baohai kissed her little mouth hard in annoyance.
He felt that she was poisonous, and extremely poisonous.
Otherwise, why would he be so unable to stop after just touching her?
Sensing danger, Gao Qinghe pulled the quilt over him and turned his back to him, "I'm sleepy!"
Jiang Baohai smiled dangerously and pulled the man back along with the quilt.
The force was so great that Gao Qinghe was lifted into the air, and his back hit the hard and hot chest with a "bang". He almost couldn't help but scream.
He held her in his arms, lowered his head and pecked her seven or eight times like a chick pecking at rice.
I originally thought I would let her go just to satisfy my craving, but instead I lost control of myself even more.
He narrowed his eyes, sweat dripping down his forehead as he questioned her, "Tell me, did you secretly drug me?"
Gao Qinghe was so angry that he laughed, "Don't make excuses for your indulgence. Let me go. I'm so sleepy."
I don't know where this man gets so much energy.
He would go to the mine and be busy all day, and when he came back he would still bother her several times.
"Are you human?"
To him, her questioning sounded like coquettishness and acting like a spoiled child.
"No..." The man rubbed his nose against her warm and throbbing neck and said hoarsely, "I am your dog."
Seeing her eyes widen in disbelief, his ears turned red quietly, and he raised his big hands to cover her eyes, otherwise he would feel like a beast who couldn't control his physical desires.
"Baoer, just once, just once more."
He coaxed her while doing it. He could agree to anything else, but eating her was not negotiable and could not be negotiated.
Gao Qinghe kicked and hit him, but it was completely useless. Instead, it aroused his ferocity even more.
It was not until dawn that the heat in the room faded away with the cool breeze in the early morning.
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