Go home, change shoes and clothes, and then clear the table. Of course, Rouyu will not let Zhihao interfere at this time. Zhihao stands beside Rouyu silently. Zhihao's eyes are full of Rouyu's shadow, loose pajamas
Inside, there is a figure that perfectly combines purity and passion.
At this time, this figure was a busy figure. Zhihao had a different kind of thinking, full of philosophical dialectics, life and ideals, reality and illusion.
In the future, when you live with Rouyu, even if you achieve great success and become the master of a party, you will inevitably face such an ordinary life. An ordinary life will sharpen the purity and beauty that is protected by everything.
Is it bland and boring?
From this point of view, Zhihao's thoughts have a certain degree of rationality and integrity. He appreciates the ordinary from the soft and beautiful, and rises from the ordinary to the beautiful. Zhihao secretly smiled, people have to face ordinary life, no matter what
How far have you developed? And in ordinary life, ordinary beauty can be discovered, and it is indispensable to complement the vigorous beauty. Today, Yu'er's busy figure is a kind of beauty, ordinary and calm beauty, as long as
When you appreciate it, it is a beautiful existence.
On the sofa, Rouyu and Zhihao were sitting together. On the TV, there were festive programs and peaceful music.
Rouyu whispered, "I'm thirsty."
Zhihao smiled knowingly, made a pot of tea and put it on the coffee table. Zhihao was also thirsty and the soup was salty.
Zhihao poured two cups of tea, sat next to Rou Yu, and smiled, "I originally wanted to make Yu'er happy, but I didn't expect that it would make Yu'er uncomfortable."
"You?" Rouyu laughed, "Am I feeling uncomfortable after eating? Do you think Yu'er has ever been as full as she is today?"
"It seems I have to study hard." Zhihao smiled, "To take care of Yu'er, I have to take care of everything about Yu'er."
Rou Yu looked at Zhihao with a smile on her face, "Are you really willing to do anything for Yu'er?"
"Yeah." Zhihao nodded, as if he was determined.
Rouyu laughed, with a voice like silver bells. Zhihao saw that Rouyu's pretty face was as bright as a flower, and it was definitely not the shrunken magnolia.
"Tell me, if a chess master competes with a boxing master in boxing, or a boxing master competes with a chess master in chess, what will be the result?" Rouyu's question was a bit convoluted, but it also contained a special truth.
Zhihao laughed and said, "No matter what the result of the game is, it is a painful experience. No one wants to play a second game."
"That's right." Rouyu said with a smile, "So, it's best not to do things that you are not good at. If you suffer, others will also suffer. Of course, if you cook for Yu'er, Yu'er will not suffer."
Zhihao smiled slightly. This considerate sister was so considerate even in her criticism. The metaphor was appropriate and the truth was profound.
Zhihao patted Rou Yu's rosy face, "Then I'd better heat Yu'er's feet. Are you lazy these days?"
Rou Yu nodded, her face slightly red, and she gently held Zhihao with a small hand, "Sit down and talk to Yu'er."
In the living room, there were warm wall lamps, festive music on the TV, and another sound of firecrackers outside the house, followed by a brief silence.
Rouyu consciously lost her words, became slightly sensitive, and her face turned slightly red. She concentrated on watching TV, and Zhihao didn't care.
Zhihao knew what Rouyu was referring to, and every time he burned those small feet, Zhihao would carry Rouyu to bed, cover him with a quilt, say good night, and go back to the house to sleep.
Tonight is a different night. Regardless of the natural harmony between brother and sister, Zhihao's subconscious has already undergone silent changes. Zhihao gently puts his arms around Rou Yu's tender waist, and Rou Yu
Lying comfortably in Zhihao's arms, the pictures on the TV disappeared from Rouyu's eyes, Rouyu looked at Zhihao with a shy face.
The leisurely fragrance, like the ancient agarwood, lasts for a long time. It is touched at close range and gradually becomes stronger. Zhihao took Rouyu's wrist and smelled it. Rouyu did not push or avoid it, but looked at Zhihao shyly.
Hao, Zhihao gently patted Rouyu's face.
Not going back to the house to sleep or watching TV, just talking. This is also Sister Rouyu's request. Lying in her arms and talking is more cozy than sitting and talking.
Zhihao talked about the examination and then about the signing of the intention. After hearing this, Rouyu smiled and said, "This, the project manager has already reported to Yu'er in the afternoon."
Zhihao smiled and said, "Then there is no need for me, the vice president, to report to the president."
"What do you want to do if you don't go to work at the headquarters and go home quietly to hide?" Rouyu said with a naughty look, and the blush on her face subsided slightly.
Zhihao's hand involuntarily placed on Rouyu's pretty and lively face. Rouyu's slightly red face did not dodge. Zhihao said softly, "I wanted to give Yu'er a surprise, but all I gave him was...
surprise."
"Yu'er also likes such surprises." Rouyu said, "It's just that it won't have to be like this in the future. Yu'er knows that it won't bother Vice President Zhang."
"On the contrary, it is self-defeating." Zhihao added.
Rouyu nodded and smiled charmingly.
The teacup was slightly hot. Zhihao raised Rouyu's head slightly and handed the teacup to Rouyu's lips. Rouyu took a few sips and felt very comfortable. This kind of subtle love carries a different tenderness and sweetness than usual.
, Rouyu wanted to rest her head on Zhihao's legs, or have a good sleep in Zhihao's arms.
But at this time, Rouyu was not sleepy at all, and it was not until it was time to go to bed. During the Spring Festival, for everyone, especially a girl like Rouyu who is subconsciously like a big child, her heart is full of sweet excitement, and Zhihao today said:
The love I feel, with the sensitivity of a soft jade girl, is very different from usual.
Rouyu looked forward to the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival with a shy voice, "I want to buy a pair of Spring Festival couplets, firecrackers, lots of candies, drinks and wine."
"Yes." Zhihao nodded. As long as Rouyu is happy and there is no conflict of principle, Zhihao will agree, "I'll go early tomorrow morning."
"I have to go to the big supermarket." Rouyu said with great interest, "All the small places will be closed tomorrow. I will go home to celebrate the Spring Festival."
Seeing Rouyu's excited look, Zhihao was also happy for Rouyu. Zhihao's hand gently touched Rouyu's face, which was delicate and smooth.
Rouyu's thoughtful expression was filled with the innocence, liveliness and cuteness of a girl, but also a little bit of silent worry. Zhihao asked with a smile, "What are you thinking about?"
"I remembered the scene when we spent the Spring Festival last year." Rouyu's low voice contained a slight sigh, "It's like right before your eyes. Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, one year has passed."
Yes, another year has passed. What have you done during this year? Zhihao sighed secretly, a firm and long sigh.
The short silence is a beautiful memory of the past, and perhaps a longing for a beautiful future.
Rouyu said softly, "You've been tired all day, it's time to rest."
Zhihao smiled and said, "Yu'er means it's time to heat Yu'er's feet."
Rouyu smiled and nodded.
Zhihao hugged Rouyu gently, but Rouyu still couldn't get up lazily. Zhihao had to let Rouyu lie on the sofa, brought hot water over, and propped her up on the sofa. Rouyu half-closed her eyes, feeling happy.
A pair of feet in the warm water.
This is in line with the theory of Rouyu's chess master and boxing master. Zhihao is doing what he is best at at this time. Rouyu's pair of white and small feet are a very shining point in the girl's exquisite beauty. She is so beautiful.
It makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Zhihao carries Rouyu to the bed, which is what Rouyu calls going to bed.
Zhihao didn't do the usual actions. He covered himself with quilt, patted Rouyu's face gently, said good night, then turned off the light and led the door out.
Zhihao didn't make a single move. He sat in front of the bed and gently placed Rouyu on the pillow. Zhihao looked at Rouyu with passion in his eyes, which was beyond the tenderness between brother and sister. Rouyu saw Zhihao.
Something real flashed through Hao's eyes, with fire-like heat.
Rouyu's face instantly turned red to her neck. She looked at Zhihao shyly and suddenly buried her face deeply in her hands.
Because Rouyu heard Zhihao's very calm and firm voice, with the magnetism unique to men, "Yu'er, be my woman, okay?"
It is sincere, like a man kneeling down to propose marriage in the most sincere manner in front of the woman he likes, but there is a firmness that cannot be refused, as if there is a dangerous peak in front of you, which makes you intoxicated and involuntarily bend forward.
Rouyu's heart, the reserved heart of a young girl, beat loudly, as if it was about to fly out of her chest.
Rouyu tightly covered her red face and never looked at Zhihao again.
Zhihao heard Rou Yu's shy voice, charming and tender, "No, Yu'er wants to be your sister..."
