Since being bombarded by Lan Miao like crazy that day, Jing Miao has not seen Xiu Haifan for a week before returning to the Xiu family's old house.
Huangfu Qingyuan went abroad again. Before leaving, he suddenly mentioned that Xiu Haifan liked to eat the mung bean cake newly made by Mrs. Lin. Jingmiao volunteered to take over the task of delivering the mung bean cake to Xiu Haifan's house. He wanted to see how the little dumplings were doing.
I stood in front of the villa and rang the doorbell, but a woman dressed as a servant opened the door. The intermittent sound of piano came from upstairs, where Xiu Haifan was taking piano lessons.
The villa is gorgeously decorated, with white leather sofas. She recognizes this brand. The price of a set of sofas is enough to buy a large apartment. Zhang Taotao also bought one. At that time, Jing Miao scolded her for a long time for being extravagant.
waste money
The white leather sofa was covered with a layer of white soft fur cushions. She sat for a while, drank a small pot of chrysanthemum tea, and drank a lot of water. She kept feeling something wrong in her stomach.
When she went to the bathroom, she found that her relatives came to see her again! Unfortunately, her aunt came again. Her aunt has not been normal at all recently! Fortunately, she was wearing a black chiffon skirt today, so she couldn't see the blood clearly.
trace
Xiu Haifan was still playing the piano upstairs, and he probably wouldn't come down for a while. He didn't have an emergency towel with him. Jing Miao said goodbye in a hurry and left the villa.
After handling everything, Jing Miao sat in Xiu Yu's apartment, holding hot tea and sipping it. Her aunt had come twice, and the pressure in her heart was getting bigger and bigger.
The sky outside the window was divided into several pieces by the tall buildings. The sky was a little gloomy, which seemed to be a precursor to the coming storm. The air conditioner was turned on in the living room. She was afraid of catching cold, so she covered herself with an air-conditioned quilt.
To be honest, living like this is quite comfortable. There is no pressure from work and study, no pressure from money, and no bastard standing in front of my eyes.
This is probably the biggest benefit this military marriage has brought to her.
She turned over and fell asleep on the sofa unknowingly. When she woke up again, it was already dark outside the window, and there seemed to be rain beating on the floor-to-ceiling windows, making constant popping sounds.
She frowned and stretched, not expecting that suddenly a white figure quietly floated out of the bathroom on the first floor.
There was no light in the room when she fell asleep. The dark room was illuminated by a sharp bolt of lightning in the sky outside the window, piercing the silent darkness.
"who!"
When she saw that person clearly, she had already slapped the pillow in her hand hard on his face.
The pillow successfully hit Xiu Yu's face, and then fell to the ground. Xiu Yu stood there, silent, and the next moment the lights in the room came on.
"Is this how you welcome your husband?"
Under the light, his handsome face showed no expression, his hair was still dripping with water, and his muscular body was only covered with a bath towel around his lower body, revealing his two slender legs.
He just stood there, motionless, with a few strands of wet hair hanging between his strong eyebrows, like a Chinese landscape painting, with just a few strokes and appropriate shades, making the black and white eyes seem to blur.
Jing Miao was a little embarrassed and smiled coquettishly, "I thought it was..."
She never said the next words again. There was a dangerous look in Xiu Yu's eyes. He clearly looked like he was waiting for her to say the next thing, but it also gave Jing Miao a dangerous "You dare to say it and try it"
Xiu Yu strolled towards Jing Miao, sat down on the sofa next to her, and shook the water on her head, not knowing whether intentionally or unintentionally, and threw it all onto Jing Miao's face.
Damn, just like a lion, this stingy man Jing Miao moved to the side and wiped the water on his face bitterly, but he dared not speak out in anger.
Jing Miao sat aside resentfully, cursing this man secretly in her heart. Suddenly her vision went dark and she was startled. It turned out that a towel had covered her face.
Jing Miao stood up, her eyes widened, what did this man want to do!
"Help me dry my hair"
With just a faint glance at his dark eyes, Jing Miao lost her momentum and resignedly wiped them for him.
It's just wiping her hair. It's just a small thing. Is there anything she can't bear?
"Hiss" Xiu Yu suddenly grabbed Jing Miao's hand and looked at her angrily, "What are you doing?"
Jing Miao blinked innocently, "I'm wiping your hair. I've never wiped a man's hair, so I don't know the seriousness."
She did it on purpose, deliberately and violently rubbed the lion's head.
Unexpectedly, Xiu Yu just glanced at her, neither blaming her nor asking her to continue wiping.
Jing Miao entered the room with a snicker.
The next morning, when Jing Miao got up, Xiu Yu was still at home. She did not put on her military uniform and leave as early as before. Jing Miao was in the kitchen at the time, trying to make the tomato beef noodles he had secretly learned from Mrs. Lin.
Xiu Yu walked behind her and said, "It smells good."
Jingmiao, who was immersed in the joy of making delicious food, was so frightened by the sudden compliment that he almost threw away the spoon in his hand. Jingmiao reluctantly gave the cooked portion to those who were already sitting at the table, waiting to eat.
Xiu Yu
She was still making the second bowl of noodles in the kitchen. When she was waiting for the noodles to float, she suddenly heard voices in the living room. She turned off the fire and walked out of the living room with the bowl. Lan Miao said hello to Jing Miao, "
Brothers and sisters, your craftsmanship is pretty good.”
Jing Miao put down the bowl, "Why are you here, sister-in-law? Have you had breakfast? Why don't you eat first and I'll cook another bowl?"
Lan Miao's red lips curved, and a strange smile burst out on her delicately made-up face. She glanced at Xiu Yu's half-eaten noodle bowl and said, "Xiao Ba happened to be here too. When my younger siblings came to the house yesterday, I didn't
I need you to make a trip to the mung bean cake at home, but..." She paused, "I saw this on the sofa cushion at home yesterday. I was afraid that something would happen to you, so I came here to ask."
She slowly pulled out the white sofa cushion from the bag. On the cushion as white as snow, a few "red plums" were particularly dazzling.