I have seen special forces climb a 20-meter-high wall in 7 seconds, but I have never seen a drunken man perform a volley from a distance of 5 meters in the middle of the night, regardless of his wife's screams.
Why?
The purpose is to travel through the air, enter the house through the window, and open the door for my dear wife.
Well, Yao Xiaojing had to admit that her Mu Feng was even more crazy than her sometimes.
The door lock clicked, and then the door opened. A handsome face with still drunken eyes appeared from the crack in the door, smiling hoho-ho at her.
"Honey, I said yes, why don't you believe me?"
Yao Xiaojing entered the house expressionlessly, closed the door and changed her shoes. She found that the unlucky key was still on the shoe cabinet. Seeing it, thinking that he just ignored her feelings and played extreme sports, she suddenly felt angry.
, raised his foot and kicked him over.
He didn't use much strength, and he had no intention of hiding, so he received Xiaojing's gentle kick forcefully.
He was stunned for a moment, and then said aggrievedly: "Wife, it hurts..." The word "pain" changed into several tones before falling.
"You deserve it!" She threw her bag on the shoe cabinet, pushed him away and entered the kitchen on her own.
Don’t argue with a man who drinks too much. What she needs to do now is to sober him up with a glass of thick honey water. But before the water boils, there are screams from the bathroom outside. She
I was so shocked that I quickly turned off the natural gas and ran out. I hurried to the bathroom and when I opened the door, "Boom---" a pungent smell of sour vomit hit my face.
Shocked and holding her breath, she took a closer look and found that her dear husband was holding the toilet and vomiting till the sky was dark.
"Cough... vomit. Cough cough... vomit..." The tall body was curled up between the toilet and the wall, looking extremely sad.
The scene before her eyes completely shattered Yao Xiaojing's fantasy that handsome men would still be handsome no matter how embarrassed they were. After being stunned for a few seconds, she strode forward and helped him press the flush switch.
"Hulala----------" With a sound, the water took away the dirt and a little bit of his drunkenness. He raised his head in confusion and looked at the squatter who knelt down and wiped him with a wet towel.
Woman wiping her face and hands.
She looked at him silently for a long time, until she saw the redness in his eyes spreading little by little. His silence made her nervous and frightened. She was frightened and hugged him, trying to get rid of his heavy body from the cold.
Pull it up from the ground.
"Mu Feng, what's wrong...do I hurt you, or do you feel sick to your stomach? Just talk, don't make me worry." She was about to make a move, but he held Xiaojing in his arms forcefully, preventing her from moving.
, and she was not allowed to raise her head.
"Honey, I'm sorry... I didn't take good care of you, so you were wronged with me." His words made Yao Xiaojing stunned for a moment, and the fingers holding his shoulders couldn't help but tremble.
"Why do you say that, I don't understand..." She never felt that following him meant suffering or being wronged. On the contrary, only when she was with him could she feel happy and secure.
His voice was low and magnetic, and he slowly said in her ear: "It's those people's words today that have made you wronged. Wife, I try to do my best because I want to give you a better life. I don't want you to suffer because of
I have been slightly misunderstood, can you...understand me?"
Yao Xiaojing was stunned when she heard the voice, and a sour and painful feeling slowly emerged in her heart because of his words. Her Mu Feng was still thinking about the words of those scum who were not worthy of their anger. She thought they were all smart
People don't care about those useless nonsense, but it seems that he doesn't mind at all.
When Mu Feng was sober, he would never say these heartfelt words to her. He would rather keep his sadness and anger in his heart than let her feel the slightest emotional change. He is that kind of person, he likes to take everything into consideration.
She had to carry it herself, but only now did she realize that her Mu Feng was a human and not a god.
He will also be sad like an ordinary man. There will be times when he is depressed and sad because he cannot protect the woman he loves, but because he loves her so much, he chooses to silently guard her and pay for her.
She understood him and deeply felt sorry for his occasional fragility.
She snuggled into his arms and hugged him without speaking. He had the unique aura of a soldier. Although the alcohol masked the surface, behind the sadness, she was still obsessed with his true side, all the good, bad and strong.
, the weak Mu Feng, are all people she loves deeply.
"Mu Feng, wash your feet." She placed him on the bed, helped him take off his military uniform, and brought him foot-washing water.
He leaned on the bedside, closed his eyes tiredly, and hummed softly.
"Um.."
Feeling his feet being held by her little hands, he suddenly opened his eyes and held her hand uncomfortably: "I'll do it..."
She glanced at him, scratched the soles of his large feet, and said, "I want to wash it for you."
Even though he was drunk, he could feel the rising temperature on his face.
"No more, dirty..."
"Why is it dirty? I don't feel dirty." She pushed his hand away, soaked his big soles into the warm boiling water, squatted down and massaged him. Her black-haired head was lowered,
Looking from above, he could only see her curled eyelashes fluttering slightly with her movements. When he looked at her, his eyes couldn't help but turn red again.
"Xiaojing, I love you." He didn't just say it casually to please her. This sentence came from his heart. He was willing to say it to her eleven thousand times and never stop.
She raised her face, with a gleam that illuminated his soul.
"I love you too, Mu Feng."
She brought the honey water she had prepared to relieve his hangover, but when she came out, she found that he had fallen asleep on the bed. His dark and flushed face was reflected in the dim light, and his expression looked so calm and peaceful.
She sat on the edge of the bed, touched his slightly frowned eyebrows with her fingers, and looked at his sleeping face silently for a long time.
She did not wake him up to tell him that she was going to the United States. She wanted him to sleep well so that when he woke up, his heart would no longer hurt and he would not feel sad about the upcoming separation.