As Chao was driving, he saw Shen Muzhi sitting in the back seat in the rearview mirror, his expression cold and indifferent.
However, her husband has always been like this, except when he's with his wife, he's basically always aloof.
But today's chill seemed different from usual, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
Mr. Ming was in a good mood this morning. He drove me to the department store area of Star Plaza and said that the house would be lively in a few days. But suddenly everything changed.
Why did you throw away that ring? Wasn't it to propose to your wife and get back together?
"Focus on driving," Shen Muzhi said in a cool voice.
Ah Chao realized he had been looking in the rearview mirror too many times and had been noticed by Shen Muzhi. He quickly looked away and straightened his gaze, thinking that since the master could notice such a small thing, it should be nothing serious.
Shen Muzhi looked down at the high-heeled ankle boot that Zhi Lan had used to hit him on the head. The heel was really sharp. If she hadn't hit him with the side but with the heel, he probably wouldn't have lasted five years.
She's already quite tall, yet she's so vain and likes to buy these uncomfortable shoes. Doesn't her feet get tired?
Shen Muzhi remembered that he used to massage her calves. Her heels had marks from frequent blisters, which disappeared after she became pregnant and wore flat shoes more often.
He couldn't help but smile when he thought about how they spent time together, and his gaze warmed.
Back home, Shen Mu went upstairs and took a hot shower to wash away the smell of disinfectant.
Wearing a bathrobe and drying my hair, I came out and sat on the sofa, where I saw a beautifully packaged rectangular gift box under the coffee table.
He smiled slightly, bent down and took it out. It was a gift from Xiang Zhilan the night before last. He had been so happy these past two days that he had completely forgotten about it.
What will she give him?
Shen Muzhi lowered his head and gently peeled off the transparent tape on the wrapping paper, afraid of damaging it.
He should cherish anything she gives him, even if it's just a piece of paper; there probably won't be a next time.
After Shen Muzhi opened the paper, he saw that the box inside was written in Japanese.
He turned it to the front, and saw that it was a transparent plastic film, through which he could see a cute doll.
Shouldn't this be given to Xiaokui? Did they get the wrong gift?
Shen Muzhi couldn't quite understand it, so he opened the box and took out the doll. The doll was soft to the touch and quite exquisitely made, but why was it dressed so scantily?
He must have accidentally triggered something, because the doll suddenly gasped, "Yamete... ah..."
Shen Mu's face darkened slightly. He lifted the doll's mini skirt and saw that underneath was indeed...
The doll she gave him was actually for that purpose.
No wonder it was called a New Year's return gift; it was a perfect match for the gift he gave me.
Shen Muzhi was both amused and exasperated by the gift. He noticed that there was a Chinese instruction manual inside the box, so he took it out to read it.
Halfway through the page, I saw a pink sticky note stuck inside, with neat black handwriting: I knew you'd use this, you big pervert ╭(╯^╰)╮
He could tell at a glance that it was Xiang Zhilan's handwriting. She had deliberately pasted it in the middle of the instruction manual so that he wouldn't see her note if he didn't look at how to use it.
"Who wants to use it?" Shen Muzhi poked the emoticon drawn on the note, as if poking her face.
He simply examined the gift she gave him more closely, scrutinizing every detail.
Besides, this doll's cries are really awful, so fake, not even a tenth as good as her voice.
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