Chapter 3: The Possibility of Murdering Him

Li Jinpei's fingers tapped the leather surface of the sofa again and again. The wide loungewear looks erect, with slender legs folded in front of the sofa, and the red light between the fingers flickering on and off, a luxurious posture that captivates all beings.

Shu Lai walked out of the bathroom, she was wrapped in a bath towel, and the marks on her shoulders were obvious.

Feeling someone's sarcastic eyes, she didn't want to care, and turned around to find a hair dryer to blow her hair.

As soon as he found the hair dryer, Li Jinpei hooked his fingers, "Come here." ”

Her face is beautiful, especially when she has just come out of the bath, her facial features are more like a mist, one more is charming, and one less is dull.

The smoke spit out by Li Jinpei just blurred Shu Lai's face. Shu Lai coughed lightly twice, and Li Jinpei's voice was cold, "Squeamish." ”

Shu Lai was silent, today is his birthday, don't be angry with the man in front of you.

She obediently picked up the towel on Li Jinpei's head and dried his short hair like a dog.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, Li Jinpei was not as good as a dog at all, and she would compare him with a dog, and it was really an insult to a dog.

"Laughing at what?"

Li Jinpei completely circled Shu Lai into his arms, the hand holding the cigarette was to his mouth, his chin was smooth, but there was still a new stubble that added some wildness.

Shu Lai cautiously wanted to distance himself from Li Jinpei, but the person didn't agree.

Fingers were crossed into his hair, the hard hair was as difficult as this man, and the hot wind blew on Shu Lai's hands, but she didn't have the slightest warmth.

"Speak. ”

Shu Lai felt that his status was not even as good as that of a nanny, and even the most basic respect was pitiful.

She put down the hair dryer, "If you want something to eat, I'll prepare it for you." ”

"That's what I just took. ”

Li Jinpei's dark eyes hooked her, and his big hand rubbed her chin, as if he was expecting something.

Expect her tears to fall.

Shu Lai's hair hadn't dried yet, and she begged, "Let me dry my hair first." ”

A cloud of smoke rose between the two, and the corners of his lips drew a disdainful arc, "It's a lot." ”

More than a year of married life has taught Shu Lai how to live comfortably under limited conditions, when she is not married, she often reads some Internet forums, and laments her misfortune and anger at some of the above experiences, but now I think about it is still too young, and many things can be solved without a word of rejection or a sentence of departure.

Life is to let you be peeled apart, crumpled, and reshaped into another you, a more suitable you for life.

The newborn Shu Lai has been reshaped once, so now, she is significantly less painful.

Le Xuan's osmanthus cake was tightly wrapped in kraft paper, and the brown thick rope was tied into a difficult knot, Shu Lai couldn't untie it, so he took scissors from the kitchen and cut it directly, and the square osmanthus cake had no support, and it was loosely scattered.

Just like she once was.

Li Jinpei sat next to her casually, with one hand on the back of the chair, the smell of wine on his body and the aroma of shower gel lingered together, forming an equally incomprehensible aroma.

It would be nice if this could also be disconnected with scissors.

Shu Lai thought whimsically while holding the scissors.

"Want to murder your own husband?"

Li Jinpei held the opposite corner of the osmanthus cake with two fingers, his voice was a little hoarse, casual but strong.

"How dare I?"

Shu Lai frowned, pretending to be usually skilled and well-behaved.

"Shu Lai, your acting skills are really terrible, normal people should say at this time, I won't do this. How dare you, it means that you have fully thought about the possibility of murdering me, haven't you?"

Shu Lai swallowed his saliva, in front of Li Jinpei, he couldn't hide any thoughts.