Su Wanqiu lay pitifully on the window, waiting for the judgment after her husband came home. She wants to cry now, where did the car keys go? she should have looked for them when she came back that day, she shouldn't have forgotten them. She even lifted the turf in the yard and even turned over the garbage cans in the community, but there was still none.

I don't know if he can escape the catastrophe if he made his old man's favorite noodles.

As soon as Shen Nian entered the room, he pulled his tie and sat on the sofa, looking at her. Patting the position next to her, she sat down obediently, and he kneaded her neck.

"Confession and leniency?"

"Husband, what are you talking about, people don't understand. She looked at him with watery eyes open, full of guilt.

Shen Nian lifted Erlang's legs and pressed her to his chest: "I really don't understand?"

Wanqiu picked her nails and whispered softly: "People made your favorite tomato knife noodles, do you want to taste it?"

Shen Nian got up with a smile and walked to the glass display case where the key was placed, and looked at the key that was safe and sound. Ah, she's found it.

Wanqiu followed, took off his coat, led him to sit at the table, and served him noodles: "Husband, people say that clothes can be matched with different seasons, and shoes can be matched with different clothes. Are you so many cars?"

"Match different moods. ”

"Oh. Su Wanqiu saw him concentrating on eating, patting her heart, she could be regarded as having escaped a catastrophe. Tomorrow I have to hurry up and get the key, but I don't know, those limited edition cars can be equipped with the key.

After Wanqiu finished washing, she stood in two rooms wrapped in a bath towel and hesitated. She is back in the house now to change clothes, which means that she may miss the opportunity to spend the night together tonight.

She had been turned away for countless nights, the husband and wife lived in two rooms, and he had to lock it, every day, it really hurt her lungs to think about it, she turned around and went into his room, hid in his quilt, and even found a perfect excuse for herself.

A dim wall lamp at the head of the bed, as soon as Shen Nian got on the bed, there was a warm thing in the quilt, he lifted the quilt and looked, she opened her hands to reveal her face: "surprise~"

He couldn't help but laugh: "What kind of surprise are you?"

She hugged his waist and rubbed it, took out an A4 paper from the quilt and handed it over: "Husband, read me a bedtime story." ”

Shen Nian reluctantly put down his phone, took the piece of paper, and frowned after reading a few lines.

"What kind of stories are you watching here, it's too erotic, it's not good for sleeping. So saying, he skimmed the paper.

Su Wanqiu had already prepared, and took out an A4 piece of paper from the bed: "Don't you like the indulgent version of Snow White? What about Cinderella's? This is a fairy tale." ”

"What the hell are you hiding in my bed?"

"Me. ”

…… Shen Nian held her and looked at the so-called Cinderella story, what kind of blind date party for the prince and princess is this? It is clearly an abusive party with a chaotic relationship between men and women. What she had been looking at all day, he threw the paper out and picked up his phone.

Su Wanqiu listened to him with no love, telling a fairy tale about Cinderella outwitting her old stepmother and marrying a prince. It was not at all what she had imagined at first, and she was drowsy and woken up by him.

"My hair is still wet, and I'm going to dry it and I'm sleeping. ”

She got up with a sigh, and the fragrant shoulder halfway bath towel spread out in the middle of the show: "Then don't lock the door? I haven't finished listening to the story yet." ”

"Good. His eyes burned and his voice was a little hoarse.

Su Wanqiu thought that she could sleep with him logically, and after humming a song and blowing her hair, she wiped the essence and hit the door panel directly, twisted the handle, and locked it again.

"Still locked?" she stomped her feet and stood at the door for a while, she was really super aggrieved, she was hit to tears, and returned to the house aggrieved.

He opened the door and grabbed her wrist: "I can't listen to the rest of the story." ”

"I don't listen. She replied with tears in her voice.

Yes...... Sort of, bullying is too much.