"What's the matter? Are you acting strange today?" The man held up her face with his big hands. He always felt that this wife was acting strange today.
"No," Xiang Qinglan shook her head and smelled it again. The smell was still coming into her breath. "Husband, haven't you been wearing perfume recently? Why do you always have a scent on your body?"
She looked at him puzzled. Her husband never liked using these, but recently, when she washed clothes, there was always this smell. It couldn't be the smell of washing powder.
However, their clothes were washed together, why wasn't it on her clothes?
"Are you a puppy? Your nose is so smart?" The man stretched out his hand and pinched her nose, his eyes became darker, and then, like a magic trick, he took out a rose from behind, "That's it.
Come on, I’ll give it to you. I’ve been too busy recently. When I’m done, I’ll accompany you well.” He put the flower in her hand, then patted her head, as if coaxing a child.
Coaxing her the same way.
Xiang Qinglan held the flower in her hand tightly. Although there was only one flower, it made her extremely happy. Her husband Su Zhetuo had never been a romantic man, but he actually gave it to her today.
it took.
I put the flower under my nose and smelled it. It really smelled like that, so fragrant.
Seeing Xiang Qinglan's unhidden love, a hint of complexity flashed through the man's eyes, and he quickly put away all his emotions.
"I'm going to take a shower." He threw down his clothes, left another kiss on the face of Xiang Qinglan who was still in a daze, turned around and walked into the bathroom, while Xiang Qinglan looked at his back,
The smile on her lips has always been light and gentle.
She loves her husband very much, and his husband also loves her.
There was a sound of running water in the bathroom. When she put the tie she bought in the cabinet, she put it with his clothes. She lay back on the bed between them, her eyes closed, but she was not sleepy anymore, until
The end of the bed sank, and she turned over and saw the man carrying her body on his back.
The man suddenly turned around and hugged her, "Go to sleep, it's almost one o'clock." He closed his eyes, patted Xiang Qinglan's back gently, and his lips fell on her forehead, and soon
The sound of even breathing came, and Xiang Qinglan breathed a sigh of relief. She must have thought too much.
"Husband..." Her hand was caressing his face, but Su Zhetuo opened his eyes at this moment, looking at the shy face of his wife in his arms, and then remembered that they hadn't been close to each other for a long time.
Well, lately, he always comes back very late, and when he comes back, she has already fallen asleep.
They have been married for two years. Two years is not a long time, but it is not short either. She put her arms around his waist and sighed softly. The night was especially quiet.
"Lan Lan," he called her by her nickname, with a particularly hoarse voice. His lips slowly touched hers. Xiang Qing Lan nervously grabbed the quilt on her body. When the man's lips were about to touch hers,
, a series of nice cell phone ringtones rang, the man reached out and picked up the phone, his eyes flashed quickly, and he patted Qing Lan's face.
"I'm going to answer the phone. You can have a good sleep." After saying that, he put on his pajamas and walked out.
Xiang Qinglan sighed and covered her eyes with the quilt. She heard the ringtone again. She didn't know how many times it was. She breathed carefully and closed her eyes. There was something in her heart.
The loss of not coming out.
But Su Zhetuo was standing on the balcony, and the wind outside blew the hair on his forehead from time to time, making it look particularly wild.
An overly gentle voice came from the phone, "Tuo, you said you gave me 999 roses, but why did I miss one?" The female voice over there complained slightly, but there were more.
It's coquettish.
"I dropped that flower in the car. I'll give you 999 more tomorrow." Su Zhetuo leaned against the wall and placed his fingers on the cold balcony. In his imagination, he seemed to be caressing the woman's soft body.
"It fell in the car..." The woman's voice was a little shy, as if she had remembered something.
"Baby, this is your fault," Su Zhetuo's face slightly raised the corners of his mouth. The meaningful words must have already made the woman on the other side of the phone blush.
"Tuo..." the woman's voice came again.
"What's wrong, baby?" Su Zhe comforted her, but the expression on his face was one of indescribable doting.
"Tuo, are you with her?" The woman's voice was much lower. Although she didn't say anything, she still felt disappointed in her tone.
Su Zhetuo's eyes narrowed, and he leaned on the balcony. He seemed to be maintaining an excessive silence on this issue. He did not want to talk about it.
"Tuo, do you love me?" A woman's faint voice came. She could already hear the sound of crying over there.
Su Zhe's eyes darkened for a moment, "I love you," he replied without hesitation. He loved her, of course he loved her. This was a feeling he had never had with anyone else. However, he was married and had a family.
Have a wife.
"Tuo, will you get divorced?" The woman asked again about something she had said hundreds of times, seemingly mentioning it both accidentally and deliberately.
Su Zhetuo's face sank, "I told you not to talk about this matter again."
He didn't like to ask such pointed questions, very much. He didn't want to see that woman cry. After all, he also liked her. After two years of relationship, he was not so cold-blooded.
"Na Tuo, you must come to my place tomorrow, I miss you." The woman over there was silent for a long time, but her voice became sweeter at the end.
"Okay," Su Zhetuo agreed. His heart ached at her grievance. His voice became much softer, "I will take you out tomorrow."
The woman over there hung up the phone happily, leaving behind a man who looked at the phone for a long time.