In the evening, Zhao Yong returned home after entertaining and handed a gift bag to Li Manjun.
"What?" Li Manjun asked curiously.
Zhao Yong didn't answer and motioned for her to read it by herself.
Sister Zhou had already taken her to the second bedroom to rest every year. In order not to affect her work the next day, Li Manjun did not take her child to bed at night.
She doesn't have any mother-child separation anxiety, maybe because she can go home at noon. After get off work, she will try her best to leave time to her daughter, play with her for a while, or do abdominal exercises for her.
If I have a day off, I will bring my daughter over to sleep with me.
The only thing Li Manjun couldn't do was give her daughter a bath.
The baby, less than two months old, is still too young. Li Manjun doesn't dare to catch her, so she has to be washed by Sister Zhou.
I go to bed after taking a bath every year, maybe because I think this is a signal to sleep. Every time I take a bath and play for a while, I yawn, close my little eyes, and fall asleep quickly.
The small baby basket is placed next to the small bed in the second bedroom, barely leaving a passage for passage.
Knowing that Zhao Yong needed to check on the child when he came back at night, Sister Zhou didn't even close the door to her room. She hadn't slept yet and just lay in the room with Nian Nian.
Zhao Yong looked at his daughter, smelled of alcohol, and went in for a couple of kisses, almost waking up Nian Nian.
Li Manjun called him softly, and he came out. Otherwise, he would have to wake his daughter up and tease her again.
The gift bag actually contained perfume, imported, in a dark purple glass bottle with a gold metal cap, and very retro packaging.
Li Manjun got closer and smelled it. It was a strong fragrance, a bit sweet.
"How is it?" Zhao Yong asked expectantly.
Li Manjun nodded in affirmation first, and then said euphemistically: "It would be better if the taste was lighter."
"They gave it to me. I don't know what it smells like." Zhao Yong took the perfume and put it directly on the table. "I'll take you to buy it next time. If you like it, I'll save this to spray in the room."
I don’t know when he started, but Zhao Yong was able to understand her true preferences from her euphemistic expressions.
"No." Li Manjun took the perfume back, "It looks very expensive. I wouldn't want to spray it in the room."
"You can still spray it on formal occasions."
Zhao Yong laughed, and Li Manjun got up to make tea for him to relieve his hangover, and brought hot water over for him to wipe it with.
Zhao Yong leaned on the sofa, his fiery gaze remaining on her, turning as she moved, his expression gloomy.
"Pop!" A hot handkerchief covered his face, blocking his sight.
Zhao Yong sighed "Alas", wiped his face and returned the handkerchief to her. Looking at the woman lying on his side with the door open, he sighed again with great regret.
It's really inconvenient to have outsiders at home. You have to control yourself even if you want to be intimate with your wife.
However, Zhao Yong's control was obviously short-lived. As soon as he returned to the bedroom, he closed the door and pressed it down, startling Li Manjun, and his eyes reminded him that this house was not soundproof.
However, it was of no use.
When Li Manjun woke up in the morning, he opened his eyes and saw the man's shirtless body, with his back muscle lines perfectly displayed, unleashing his wildness without any scruples.
He was sitting by the bed with a sewing box, sewing buttons on her shirt, his expression focused and serious, as if the ferocious wolf last night had escaped.
Glancing at the shirt that was almost torn, Li Manjun's cheeks felt a little hot.
"Wake up." Zhao Yong turned around and consoled with a guilty conscience: "I'll fix it for you right away. I won't delay your work. I'll be careful next time."
Li Manjun raised her foot and kicked his perky buttocks, "Next time?!"
The tips of Zhao Yong's ears were reddish, and he grabbed her shining white feet with his big rough hands. The calluses on his hands were prickly. He lowered his head and kissed her hard.
Li Manjun's eyes widened, Zhao Yong, so you are like this Zhao Yong!
"Don't freeze, it's cold."
He stuffed her feet back into the quilt, pressed the corners of the quilt, turned around and quickly sewed the buttons on her clothes. As a result, when Li Manjun put them on, they were all crooked.
"Let's change it to another one." Li Manjun gave up torturing the poor shirt, and Zhao Yong immediately opened the closet to help her find the shirt, "This one?"
Li Manjun shook her head and pointed to the cabinet, "The light yellow one." It matched her white suit perfectly.
"Okay." Zhao Yong changed the one in his hand and handed the yellow one to her.
"You're much older." He stared straight at her, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
Li Manjun gave him a shout, quickly put on his clothes, opened the door and went out.
Sister Zhou has already gotten up and made breakfast, millet porridge and meat buns. She made them in advance last night and put them in the refrigerator. She took them out to steam them this morning and they were hot.
Li Manjun ate half a bowl of millet porridge and two steamed buns, and woke up every year.
Now Sister Zhou feeds Nian Nian the milk stored in the refrigerator at night, and Li Manjun can already sleep through the night.
However, I still have to knock on the master bedroom door from time to time. Every year, I sometimes have a bad temper and have to hold it in my mouth before I can calm down.
Li Manjun took a peek at Sister Zhou's expression and felt that she didn't knock on the door last night because she heard something.
Zhao Yong acted like a normal person, quickly washed up, ate a large bowl of millet porridge and the remaining steamed buns, and transformed into a disc walker.
He never wastes a grain of food, Li Manjun has always known, but sometimes he is afraid that he will overeat.
"When Nian Nian wakes up, go and pick her up." Li Manjun thought to herself, just in time to exercise and digest.
Zhao Yong didn't mind that his daughter would have a big bag of poop and urine when she woke up early. He was a little excited and went into the second bedroom to take out his daughter who had woken up from the cradle and was moaning.
Holding Nian Nian's butt with a big hand, he could already feel the temperature. He took it apart and looked at it, then turned to Li Manjun and said:
"Come and see, your daughter has pooped a big, smelly bag!"
"..." Li Manjun had a black line on his head.
Sister Zhou couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. After finishing half the bun in her hand, she took the dishes to the basin and waited for Liu Juying to wash them when she came. She looked up at the clock on the wall and told Li Manjun that he could feed her first.
Once I go to work, I still have plenty of time.
Li Manjun's breasts didn't grow last night... Thinking of this, he glanced at someone, who noticed something and looked over. He seemed to have remembered it, and pretended to be indifferent, and turned his head away, and the root of his neck turned red.
But his skin color is so dark that you can’t tell it unless you look carefully.
Zhao Yong cleaned up his daughter and carried her over. Sister Zhou wiped her face with Nian Nian's own towel. The little girl frowned and turned her head away, but her mother held her head down.
Sister Zhou's force was neither light nor heavy. It didn't hurt Nian Nian and she wiped her little cat's face clean.
As soon as the 'rice' was brought to his mouth, Nian Niang started sucking it in big mouthfuls, eating very vigorously, without stopping, and his little face turned red.
Zhao Yong gently pinched her pink little nose and forced her to open her mouth and take a breath, "I really exerted all my energy to suck the milk."
Nian Nian didn't care about this, he opened his mouth, took a breath, then moved his arms into his mother's arms, and continued to cook.
"Hey, please help me contact some TV reporters." Li Manjun said to Zhao Yong.
Zhao Yong said "Yo?" and asked in surprise: "What kind of press conference did you really hold?"
Li Manjun raised his eyebrows proudly, "Of course!"
Zhao Yong looked at his wife in amazement and looked forward to it.