From what he could see, his wife had been "painting" for almost an hour tonight.
Zhao Chuchu rubbed her head, and a well-behaved smile rarely appeared on her cold and beautiful face: "Yeah, I know, I will pay attention. Then my little husband, let's go to bed."
Zhang Xiuyuan lowered his eyes, hummed softly, and before blowing out the oil lamp, he turned his head and took a deep look at the book.
Outside the window, the night is hazy and silver moonlight falls on the earth.
Inside the house, the oil lamp was blown out and the light was dim.
The strong-willed queen Zhao Chuchu held the well-behaved little puppy in her arms, and the two snuggled together. Zhao Chuchu sniffed the fragrance from the boy's black hair, and her beautiful eyes, like glass, narrowed slightly, revealing an intoxicated (pervert) look.
Her little husband is handsome and smells sweet and delicious. She can't wait to eat him.
Zhao Chuchu was in a state of romantic mood, but after a while, she suddenly realized that something was wrong. The little husband in her arms seemed to be too quiet today.
You know, on weekdays, when they lie down, they always talk, either chatting about the day's daily life, or Zhang Xiuyuan is guided by Zhao Chuchu to "open their hearts to each other."
"Brother Yuan, what's wrong with you? Why don't you talk to me?" Zhao Chuchu asked. Her claws felt a little itchy, and she touched the beautiful boy's smooth face unscrupulously, her mind distracted.
The person in his arms was very quiet. After a while, he finally heard a muffled sound. Unfortunately, Zhao Chuchu, who was immersed in beauty, didn't notice it for the time being: "Nothing, I'm just a little tired."
"Tired?" Zhao Chuchu pulled herself away from the beauty and said distressedly, "If you are tired, just rest at home for a few days and don't go to the store."
"It's okay, I just need to rest."
Zhao Chuchu persuaded Zhang Xiuyuan a few more times, and confirmed with Zhang Xiuyuan that he was not sick, before she felt relieved.
"My little husband, please don't force yourself. I will feel bad if you are not feeling well." Zhao Chuchu hugged the person in her arms tighter.
Zhang Xiuyuan felt the soft and warm body of the person in his arms, listened to her caring words, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, bit his lip, and swallowed it back: "Wife, let's go to bed, we have to get up early tomorrow."
"Yeah." Zhao Chuchu kissed the boy's smooth forehead.
It was late at night and the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.
…
The next day, Zhao Chuchu left the store again.
Liang'er was worried, which aroused Qing'er's curiosity and asked. Liang'er didn't know what to say, so she could only shake her head and say it was okay, and then carefully observed Zhang Xiuyuan's expression.
Zhang Xiuyuan noticed Liang'er's gaze, but didn't say much and continued to be busy.
"Qing'er, Liang'er, I need to go out and buy another batch of flour from Boss Zhang. You guys look after the store first, I'll be back soon."
A large amount of flour is needed to make flower cakes. Zhang Xiuyuan said something to the two of them and left the store.
Halfway through the journey, he suddenly remembered that to get to Boss Zhang's store, he had to pass the place Zhou Hui had mentioned before.
Zhang Xiuyuan paused for a moment, but without thinking much, he continued walking towards Boss Zhang's store.
But after a while, he suddenly stopped.
The door of a house not far away opened, and a handsome young man walked out. He smiled and greeted the person who was walking towards him.
Even though she was facing away from him, Zhang Xiuyuan could still tell that the woman was his wife, Zhao Chuchu.
The two stopped at the door. Because they were facing away, Zhang Xiuyuan couldn't see the expression on Zhao Chuchu's face. At a distance, he couldn't hear what they were saying. He could only see the young man's smiling eyes.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
