Everyone has their own customary sitting position on this sofa. Over time, a tacit understanding has been formed, and this muscle memory is still there. Even Pudding is lying in his usual place next to the coffee table.
But it didn't take long, and when I was lying here watching TV again, I actually felt like I was in another world.
"Yeah!" Looking at Lu Yanxi, he suddenly remembered that he forgot to take something, and then he pulled Ye Weiran.
"Husband, the things and cakes I bought for my parents are still in the car."
Ye Weiran was about to fall asleep, but was frightened by her "ah".
She didn't want to get up at first, but she called him "husband" and acted coquettishly towards him. Ye Weiran immediately finished buffering and went out to get something.
"Hey, where are my shoes?"
She had obviously taken off her shoes at the door, but now she disappeared inexplicably. Ye Weiran searched around but couldn't find them.
"Huh? Mine is gone too."
Not only were his shoes gone, but Lu Yanxi's were also missing.
There can't be any supernatural events in broad daylight, so the only culprit is...
"pudding!"
Lu Yanxi and Ye Weiran looked at Pudding at the same time.
Pudding, who had been peeking just now, suddenly turned his head to the side and pretended not to hear.
It usually gets excited when I call it, but now it starts pretending that its ears are not working properly.
There is obviously a problem!
"You must have done something good, please hand over my shoes!"
Let you pretend not to hear.
Ye Weiran walked over and squatted next to Pudding, lifted its ears and spoke in its ears.
Pudding snorted innocently, indicating that it was none of his business.
If there is a dog language translator at this time, it will definitely display a sentence: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand it."
"Oh, are you still pretending to me?"
Ye Weiran squinted at the pudding, staring at it until his eyes began to dodge guiltily.
"I know why it's like this."
Lu Yanxi also squatted over, slapped off Ye Weiran's hand that was holding Pudding's little head, turned its turned ears back, held its head with both hands and talked to it patiently,
"Are you afraid that we were leaving, so you hid the shoes?"
"Don't worry, we won't leave this time for a long, long time."
Lu Yanxi pointed to the two large boxes of luggage next to him, "Look, the luggage is here. I didn't lie to you."
I know Suitcase Pudding. Every time he goes on a business trip, Ye Ziming will push a suitcase like this away and then come back with it, but it's not as big as these two.
It seems that I am going to come back and live there.
He continued to groan twice, then followed Lu Yanxi to the door, ran to his cabin and shouted twice.
In the end, Ye Weiran found the shoes in the corner behind the cabin where Pudding often hides "treasures".
The two of them were dumbfounded for a moment, not knowing whether to educate this naughty child or be happy that it was so reluctant to leave.
In the end, Ye Weiran smiled and rubbed Pudding's head. It grew up with him, but she seemed to have forgotten to accompany him as he grew older.
"I'm sorry, brother. I'll give you extra food tonight. No, I'll make you delicious food every day from now on."
Lu Yanxi put the cake that Ye Weiran had brought back into the refrigerator, trimmed the flowers, and replaced the almost withered flowers in the vase, and then saw the two suitcases still standing there.
Sure enough, he is still the same Ye Weiran who has no job in his eyes.
He is smart and good at making money. He spends all the money he makes on his wife. He is handsome and can cook. He looks good and can fill his stomach.
Therefore, such a small shortcoming is nothing.
No one is perfect, not to mention that as soon as Lu Yanxi orders him, he will take action immediately.
"Ye Weiran, can you take your luggage to your room first? It won't be in the way if you leave it here."
"No!" Ye Weiran waved his hands sternly,
"I have to correct you, that's not my room, it's our room!"
Lu Yanxi curled her lips and smiled, "I know, what's yours is mine. Well, what's mine is still mine, right?"