But still didn't talk to her.
Jiang Mingxin felt aggrieved. She had spent an entire night repairing this grape cup, and the skin on her fingertips had been worn off several times, and this was his attitude?
Okay, then she won’t eat, let him eat alone!
She turned and walked towards the bedroom, but just as she was about to close the door with her hand on the doorknob, she felt someone grab her arm tightly. A strong force came over her, causing her to lose her balance and fall into a hard and warm embrace.
It's hard, yet a little elastic, which is her favorite feel.
"You haven't finished eating yet, what are you doing?"
"What do you care?" Jiang Mingxin could still endure it in front of others, but in front of Xing Haodong, she could not control herself.
She pushed him hard several times, her voice suddenly rising and a little aggressive: "I just got home and you're already giving me the cold shoulder. What's the matter? You don't want to cook, right? If you don't want to, just say it directly. Why are you keeping silent and scowling? What do you mean by that?"
Xing Haodong's face darkened again. "When did I ever dislike cooking?"
"Then why are you like this? Who are you trying to show me with that sour face?"
She pointed at the bright red fortune calendar on the wall and kicked him several times without mercy. "Is this for the God of Wealth? Even the God of Wealth wouldn't like you if you looked so cold and fierce!"
When Jiang Mingxin thought of Xing Haodong's cold and sullen look just now, he felt as sad as if he had been run over by a roller.
But there was no way she could cry, so she could only arm herself with a fierce attitude.
Seeing the sparkling light in her eyes, Xing Haodong sighed, his earlier indifference gone. He said with difficulty, "Weren't you just downstairs chatting happily with the male classmates? Have you ever thought about how anxious I must be waiting for you at home? Sometimes I really feel like you don't care about me at all. As soon as you go out, you forget about me like a bird out of a cage."
After saying that, he frowned, took out a cigarette and bit it between his lips and teeth, but he didn't light it.
Jiang Mingxin choked and blinked, "Are you...jealous?"
Xing Haodong lowered his eyes in silence, biting the cigarette butt awkwardly, his jaw tense than steel wire.
Jiang Mingxin thought he was unreasonable just now, but now she just finds it funny.
She hugged his waist from behind, leaned against his broad back, and drew a few circles on it with her hand. Feeling his shoulder blades tighten instantly, she couldn't help but curl her lips: "You are too domineering. You don't allow me to smile at others?"
Xing Haodong's body stiffened, his expression still grim.
"You are my woman, and you smile so beautifully at other men. Where does that leave me, your husband?"
Hearing this, the anxiety in her heart just now dissipated like a popped balloon.
"I wasn't smiling because of them, but because I was about to get home. When I thought about someone having a meal ready for me at home, I couldn't help but smile. I felt happy and cheerful."
She pursed her lips and smiled, then poked Xing Haodong's waist hard. "Come here, let me smell it. Is this persimmon vinegar or black vinegar?"
"No." Xing Haodong was no longer angry, but his expression was still a little cold.
Jiang Mingxin looked up and stretched out his arms to him, his lacquer-like eyes filled with little stars.
"Jealous man, stop complaining and hug me!"
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