"I think you eat too much and get indigestion."

Song Xi'er rolled her eyes, "Sister's digestive system is iron-beaten." ”

“……”

Lu Jinyan knew that Song Xi'er had a good appetite, she was not a picky eater, and the amount of food was not small, but he really had never seen her have such a 'big appetite'.

What kind of strong 'stomach' does she have to support her small body, but she eats a lot?

Remembering that when he was a child, when he didn't eat well, his mother said to him, 'It's a blessing to be able to eat', hoping that he can eat well, and now, this sentence is placed on Song Xi'er, without any sense of disobedience.

She is indeed 'able to eat' and is becoming more and more 'blessed'.

In normal times, he would definitely not let her eat like this, but now that she is angry, he doesn't dare to provoke it, and he can't afford to provoke it.

How did you become this virtuous?

Are you afraid of your wife?

……

With a heart, when Song Xi'er was full of food and drink, he spontaneously went to the counter to settle the bill.

Seeing that Song Xi'er's belly was very big and her walking posture was a little weird, he wanted to help her, but she shook her hand away mercilessly.

"Don't touch me."

“……”

She walked out slowly, and he followed her like a little henchman.

It was only two o'clock in the afternoon, but it seemed like night was about to fall.

The wind blew, carrying a sultry heat.

When he was about to get to the car, he quickened his pace and walked in front of her, and opened the passenger door for her with great insight, but she didn't shake him off, and sat in the back seat himself.

was ignored by her like this.

He tossed in the wind for a few seconds before coming back to his senses.

Endure it.

I don't know her like a little woman.

On the way back, in order to ease the atmosphere, he rarely turned on the music in the car, and wanted to talk to Song Xi'er from time to time, but the people in the back seat had black faces all the time, which made him helpless to dispel this idea.

Halfway through the car, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, crackling on the roof and glass windows.

He turned on the windshield wipers and slowed down.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

There didn't seem to be a spare umbrella in the car, so he drove straight into the apartment's underground parking lot.

As soon as the car stopped, he immediately got out of the car and went to open the door for Song Xi'er.

This was something he had never done before, but Song Xi'er took it for granted, and even ignored him.

The two entered the elevator together.

The confined space of the narrow building brings the two people very close.

Seeing Song Xi'er's little hand hanging by his side, he quietly stretched out his arm, and while his heart was beating violently, he felt as if he was a thief.

He held her little hand, and she turned her face to look at him, expressionless, "You don't want to get an inch, I haven't forgiven you yet." With that, he withdrew his hand.

Thinking that he has lived for twenty-eight years and has such a respectful identity, no one has ever said a word to him, but Song Xi'er, who is angry, does not give him this face at all.

She is not afraid of him at all now.

And he really can't do anything about her.

If it were someone else, he might have been strangled to death here a long time ago.

He took a deep breath and calmed himself.

After getting out of the elevator, he followed Song Xi'er all the way.

Entering the house, Song Xi'er seemed to be a little tired, sat down directly on the sofa, glanced back at him, and said, "Let's start." ”

He was stunned for a moment, only to hear her say, "A hundred frog jumps." ”

For an instant, he was dumbfounded.