A sense of pleasure that she had not experienced for a long time came over her face. Tang Jiaorao enjoyed the whole process. She felt that the world suddenly became more beautiful.
But all good things must come to an end. Suddenly, she opened her eyes.
Only then did she realize that all of this was just a dream and not a real reality. The sun had already risen outside the window, the wind blew through the branches, and many leaves fell.
It’s really terrible, why did I have such a dream? This dream is too real!
She sat up and looked around, recalling everything last night. She couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream. She walked out of bed naked and went to the bathroom to take a look and found that there was no one in it.
After a few more minutes, she was sure that last night was a dream and not reality.
I actually had an erotic dream. It’s so shameful. I think about it every day and dream about it at night. How could I have such a dream? Do I miss a man too much?
Only then did she feel the coolness down there. She took off her underwear and took a look and found that they were all wet.
She changed her clothes and sat on the bedside for a while, then took out her mobile phone and called her husband. Maybe she missed her husband. How about asking him to come over with the children this weekend and have a family get-together?
Get together.
"What are you doing so early in the morning? Come on, you are so relaxed outside. Don't I have to take care of the children and go to school?" After the call was dialed, her husband's complaining voice was heard.
"I had a dream last night. I dreamed that you bullied me. Do you miss me? Why don't you bring Yaya over this weekend? I miss you two too." Tang Jiaorao saw her own
Her husband's tone was not very friendly, but she was not angry at all, but spoke gently.
"What are you thinking about? You are thinking nonsense! How can I have time on weekends? I have to work overtime and have meetings on Saturday, and Yaya has to learn piano, painting, and English on Sunday. You have to pay for it.
Are you going to class? You have paid the money and you don’t want to study. If you miss me, come back. I don’t want to push you away. I don’t have time.” After that, he hung up the phone.
Tang Jiaorao felt a little inexplicable grievance in her heart, and her eye sockets were sore.
She wanted to go back, but he had just arrived, and the students had just started school, and there was still a lot of work to do, so she couldn't go back this weekend.
It’s not easy to think about your husband. He is raising a child at home alone, and he is still working in the government. It is normal for him to be busy. If he doesn’t come, he won’t come.
She didn't even eat breakfast, she simply washed up, changed her clothes, and then went downstairs towards her office. When she arrived at the door of the office building, she saw Song Dongya's car parked there and saw her coming.
The boy quickly got out of the car, holding a paper bag in his hand, and handed it to her with a smile on his face.
"What is that?" Thinking of last night's dream, Tang Jiaorao's face turned red.
"I brought you breakfast. I chatted with me so late last night. I knew you wouldn't be able to get up this morning, so I personally cooked breakfast for you. This is Roujiamo, and there are two eggs.
There is also a cup of soy milk that I ground myself, this is coffee, and these are fried buns..." Song Dongya opened the paper bag and pointed at the food inside.
Looking at all this, Tang Jiaorao felt warm, sour, and very touched. She fell asleep and got up late. How could this boy get up so early and cook such a sumptuous breakfast for her?
"Sister, don't say thank you. If you are touched, just let me give you a hug."
Tang
Jiaorao's heart skipped a beat, how come what this kid said was exactly the same as the dream he had last night? What's going on?
"You're going to die, kid, for teasing me and your principal in public." Tang Jiaorao glared at him fiercely.
"How dare I? Isn't this a joke to you? Okay, go and eat quickly. Not eating in the morning is bad for your stomach. I should go to work." The boy smiled brightly, turned around and walked towards the finance department.
Looking at his back, Tang Jiaorao was thoughtful. After being stunned for a few seconds, she took his things and quickly returned to her office.
Not to mention, the breakfast cooked by this guy is really good. She usually doesn't eat much, but this morning she actually ate two fried buns, an egg, a cup of soy milk, and even a meat bun.
She was holding the coffee that this guy had ground for her, standing in front of the window, looking at the students walking back and forth outside, but thinking about the scenes from last night in her mind.
What is going on? Why did I have such a dream? Thinking about that dream, it is really embarrassing.
Do you really have this need? If that's the case, why do you dream about Song Dongya? Why don't you dream about your husband?
Tang Jiaorao decided to go home this weekend to have a good reunion with her husband, so that maybe he would stop thinking wildly.
In the next few days, Tang Jiaorao and Song Dongya chatted often, but she always adhered to her bottom line and would never go overboard until ten o'clock in the evening. When Song Dongya asked her for photos again, she refused.
Soon the weekend came, and she took the high-speed train back to her home. When she got home, she found that her husband was not at home, and her daughter was watching TV alone on the sofa.
Tang Jiaorao first went to the supermarket downstairs to buy some food and cooked a few exquisite dishes. Then she took a bath, changed into nice pajamas, and waited for her husband to come back. She wanted to give him a surprise.
But when it was past eight o'clock in the evening, her husband never came back, and she didn't answer her phone calls. Finally, when it was past eleven o'clock, her husband came back, but he was so drunk that he didn't even take a shower.
Wash and fall asleep.
Seeing her husband drunk like this, Tang Jiaorao was not angry. Instead, she helped him take off his clothes and wiped his face with a towel. Although they slept on the same bed that night, her husband was extremely drunk.
, Tang Jiaorao's original enthusiasm disappeared instantly.
Early the next morning, Tang Jiaorao was woken up by her husband before she woke up.
"when did you come?"
"I came yesterday afternoon. I didn't answer my phone calls. I prepared a meal for you and you didn't come back. You were drunk last night. I made breakfast and we ate together. You go take a shower.
, I will send Yaya to piano lessons later." Although Tang Jiaorao hated her husband's drinking behavior, she still subconsciously hugged his waist.
"No time, no time. Fortunately you are here, otherwise I would have to send Yaya to my grandparents. I made an appointment with my colleagues to go fishing today. They are already waiting for me. We are here at nine o'clock
Come together, you can eat by yourself. After the child learns the piano, don’t let her learn English and draw. When you leave, send her to the child’s grandma. I’m leaving.”
The guy was getting dressed as he was talking. He didn't wash his face or brush his teeth. He took the car keys and quickly went downstairs.
Standing in front of the window, watching her husband drive away in a car with fishing gear, Tang Jiaorao shed tears unconsciously.