It was around eight o'clock in the evening, and it was completely dark before Li Manjun went home.
Her hands were full. She had just finished her meal and strolled along the street, buying half a large watermelon, some clothes and snacks.
Zhao Yong was sitting at home flipping through the phone book. The company was about to officially open, and he had to call in several leaders and bosses to support him.
Calling someone is not in vain. If someone is willing to give him face, he should at least treat him to a meal with good wine and food. After that, he may even have to sing a song, dance or something.
But he was thinking about his wife, so he turned his head as soon as he heard the door open.
"Have you eaten?" Li Manjun walked in and put the watermelon on the kitchen chopping board. "You cut it and we each have half. After walking for a day, I am so thirsty that my throat is smoking."
Zhao Yong hurriedly stood up and took the things in her hand. It was quite heavy when he lifted it, especially her lady's bag, which contained a stack of thick documents, comparable to a dictionary.
"I've eaten, what about you? How about I get you a bowl of noodles?" Zhao Yong put down his bag and wanted to pour her a glass of water. When he picked up the pot, he realized that it was already empty and he didn't boil the water. He went to the kitchen to cook.
Open the watermelon, let her take two slices to eat, and then boil the water.
"I've eaten downstairs. You boil some more water and I'll wash my hair." Li Manjun said with a smile in the bedroom.
After running around for a day, my hair felt muddy due to sweat and dust, and I felt uncomfortable without washing it.
Seeing that she was still cheerful, Zhao Yong knew that something was probably going to happen. He went to the shared washbasin in the corridor to fill a pot of water and put it on the stove. He gnawed on the sweet watermelon and went into the house. "You bought new pajamas?"
Li Manjun looked in the mirror and looked at her loose and comfortable light blue pajamas and pajamas. The top was a vest, the straps were wide white lotus leaves, the pants were shorts, and the hems were also white lotus leaves. The whole outfit looked very cute.
Zhao Yong's eyes dimmed, looking at her exposed big white legs, he frowned and warned: "You can't wear this and walk around."
"Who's going to put on your pajamas?" Li Manjun rolled her eyes at him and handed him the pajamas she bought for Zhao Yong in her bag.
"And mine?" Zhao Yong looked at her in surprise. When he saw her nodding, she swept all the watermelon into her mouth. He quickly threw away the watermelon rind and wiped his hands clean. He opened the plastic bag and looked at his pajamas.
It's a set of gray short-sleeved pants and trousers, made of pure cotton. It feels a little hard, but after washing it becomes very soft, absorbs sweat and is cool.
The two of them slept in the same bed for the past two days. Zhao Yong was still embarrassed and both wore trousers.
But the summer nights are sultry, so I never wear a top, and leave it bare.
Just like that, Li Manjun was woken up several times in the middle of the night by the steam coming from his body.
I happened to see a lingerie store on my way back today and bought two sets of pajamas.
"Don't be shirtless all the time, be civilized." Li Manjun said.
Zhao Yong gestured to the pajamas she bought for herself, not sure if she heard it or not, and smiled with satisfaction.
When Li Manjun was carrying water and a washbasin to go to the corridor to wash her hair, she quickly took out one of her own shirts and tied it around her waist.
"What are you doing?" Li Manjun's head was already pressed into the basin, and his hair was wet. He couldn't get up. He could only tilt his head slightly and look at Zhao Yong in confusion.
Zhao Yong stood on her left, his tall body shielding her tightly, "I'm afraid you'll be cold."
Li Manjun wiped the water droplets from his eyes, dumbfounded. It was so hot today that people wanted to plunge into the refrigerator. It was still cold?
Zhao Yong added: "I will accompany you."
As he said that, he frowned and murmured in a low voice, "It would be much more convenient if there was a separate bathroom."
While washing her hair, Li Manjun thought about the empty corner of the living room at home and asked tentatively: "Shall we buy a refrigerator?"
Zhao Yong's eyes lit up, "Okay, let's buy another color TV."
He was used to being alone in the past, so he never thought there was anything wrong with the lack of sound in the living room. Anyway, he came home very late every day and fell asleep.
But in the short two hours he had been waiting for Li Manjun to come home, he suddenly felt that the house was eerily quiet. It would be nice if there was some human noise.
Li Manjun washed her hair and wiped her body with the remaining warm water.
Only then did Zhao Yong remember that there was no hair dryer at home.
He pulled out a dry towel and handed it to Li Manjun, "Wipe it with the towel tonight. Tomorrow we will go to see the color TV and refrigerator, and buy a hair dryer by the way. It will be convenient for you next time."
As he spoke, he secretly touched Li Manjun's wet hair and sighed in his heart, the girl's hair is really long.
The vertical fan in the bedroom was whining. Li Manjun held a small half of a watermelon and put it on his left hand. He took two packs of snacks and put them aside. He took out all the information in his bag and put them in front of him. He took a spoonful of watermelon and a bite of snacks and said
Table lamp for planning.
Zhao Yong closed the door and walked in. Seeing how serious she was, he unconsciously relaxed his steps.
He had finished the phone call. He had rarely had a free time these days. He thought he could play with Li Manjun for a few days, but he didn't expect that she was restless and was so busy when she first arrived.
Zhao Yong moved a chair and sat next to Li Manjun, blowing on the fan. He also held half of a watermelon in his hand and followed Li Manjun's example, eating it with an iron spoon.
While eating, I looked at what she was writing.
Well, I didn’t understand. I just saw that her fingers were very beautiful, slender but powerful. When she held the pen, her little finger was slightly raised, and her fingertips were fleshy and pink, like jelly.
Zhao Yong numbly put a mouthful of watermelon into his mouth, then moved his eyes away with difficulty, turned the electric fan to the highest setting, and used cold air to blow away the hidden heat in his abdomen.
Li Manjun was carefully writing down her plan, when a strong wind blew, and the strands of hair that had just been washed and spread over her shoulders were blown upside down in front of her eyes and stuck in her mouth. Her thoughts were disrupted, and she flipped her strands irritably and turned to Zhao Yong.
explain:
"I'm not hot, just hold the fan head and blow it yourself."
Her body is really resistant to heat. The window in front of her is wide open, allowing natural wind to blow in, which is more comfortable than a fan.
Li Manjun is naturally cool when his mind is calm, but Zhao Yong is not cool even if he turns on the fan at the highest setting.
But he also knew that he had just disturbed her, so he went to the living room with the electric fan and the finished watermelon rind.
There were several packs of snacks bought by Li Manjun on the table. Seeing that she had eaten so deliciously just now, Zhao Yong looked through them curiously and found biscuits and spicy chips.
Li Manjun, an adult like him, still eats the spicy chips of a primary school student?
Zhao Yong raised his eyebrows. In fact, he also likes to eat these elementary school snacks, but he is an adult now and is too embarrassed to eat them in front of others.
After Zhao Yong secretly finished three packs of spicy chips, Li Manjun came out of the bedroom after finishing his work.
As soon as she arrived in the living room, she smelled the smell of spicy strips in the air. She hurriedly walked to the table and rummaged around, but she didn't leave a pack for her.
Li Manjun glared angrily at Zhao Yong, who was leaning on the sofa with an unnatural expression, "You can eat it if you want. Why are you doing this secretly? Buy it back tomorrow and compensate me."
Zhao Yong thought she was going to get angry, but he didn't expect that he was ready to make excuses. She actually just asked him to apologize. He was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously, "Okay."
After answering, he was startled again. Isn't this self-inflicted?
