When the painter woke up, his wife was no longer in bed.

The painter played a spirit, like a kind of play when he was a child, after putting the board with his abdomen facing the sky, the body leaned back and "ooth".

He glanced around the room.

The "Murder on the Orient Express" that my wife watched yesterday is still there.

Just this book, let him hate to death.

He originally wanted to recommend himself as a pillow, hand in his homework, and prove his innocence, but her wife had been reading, and he didn't even have many opportunities to speak, let alone ask for pleasure, and in the end, he dozed off and fell asleep, and vaguely saw his wife reading at night, and in his sleep, he remembered in a trance that his wife grabbed the sheets with her left hand in surprise when she saw the climax.

Especially when it comes to orgasms.

What the fuck -

The painter scratched his head and felt grass grow on his head.

He got up.

It's getting late.

The son has gone to school, and the house is quiet.

The silence made him a little flustered.

He pushed the door and went out, trying to find his wife in the street, and intuitively walked north, and then he saw his wife standing in the street talking to his mother, which was a rare thing. His wife used to dislike talking to her mother, who felt that her mother was not only vulgar, but also too familiar, and she couldn't say a lot of things that should not be said, and she could say them all, and she especially liked to be strong, and she dared to break heads with her wife's professional head with her cousin's piano grade 10.

He hurried over.

Before he could get closer, he saw them all looking in the direction of the mouth of the alley, and the mother pointed it out to her wife, their eyes were wide, and the mother was still muttering something.

The painter hurried three steps and two steps to them, and followed their gaze to see a young man and a dwarf walking from the mouth of the alley, talking about something along the way, and the young man was gesturing with the size of the tidy.

They were about to get to the door when they noticed that the three people were watching them.

Jiang Yang smiled at them and nodded, opened the door, and led Huo Che into the courtyard.

"It's pretty."

Simply face his mother: "The nose is the nose, the eyes are the eyes, I really don't know what the ate when he was pregnant with him." ”

The good student's mother didn't agree.

She is very surprised now, amazed that such a young person actually wrote "Murder on the Orient Express", the ending was unexpected, and it really scared her a lot, it was incredible, it must have been mistaken.

"Let's go, go over and have a look."

Simply noodle the mother took the hand of the good student's mother and walked over.

"Ahh

The good student's mother came back to her senses, "It's not good. ”

That being said, she doesn't stop walking.

She chatted with her mother early in the morning, arousing her interest, just to have someone to be her companion, and not to be embarrassed to wait here to see what kind of Jiang Yang looks. Now that she can go further, she must be willing to do so.

Simply noodle her mother pulled her to the door of the courtyard very smoothly.

He was followed by a follower painter.

The door didn't close.

Simply the mother went in very familiarly, with a smile on her face, and shouted when she entered the yard: "Is anyone home?" ”

Good student mom embarrassed.

They watched them open the door and come in.

But—

Embarrassing is embarrassing, she just wants to say to her mother now: "Well done!" ”

Jiang Yang came out of the main room when he heard the movement, and looked at them suspiciously: "Hello. ”

Simply face my mother: "We are all neighbors, we live behind the alley, come and see the decoration of your home." ”

"Oh, good."

Jiang Yang overwhelmed the familiar neighbor, and asked them to sit in the main room in a daze.

The good student mother is even more embarrassed.

When the father of a good student saw that her wife was so embarrassed, she followed her mother to do it, and the alarm bell rang in his heart, and he felt that he would simply leave home in the future and paint directly at home.

They went into the main room.

The side of the main house facing the courtyard is almost all glass walls, and when I went in, I saw a large long table, on which were placed the things that Jiang Yang made miniatures, but the originally large table was not enough, and the wood and tools were scattered on the table.

The friend who came in with Jiang Yang just now was sitting at the long table.

Behind the desk is a set of beautiful bookshelves with books and figurines, separating the work area from the rest area, game area, etc. The latter areas look clean and tidy at a glance, and they look like they have been cleaned up by the hostess.

As for the hostess -

In the eye-catching seat of the bookshelf, there is a table, and in the frame is a photo of Li Yu.

The composition of the photo is not very good, and it can't stand up to people looking good.

The big devil sat on a chair in the park on a skateboard, with the lake in the distance and the ginkgo biloba in autumn nearby.

"Huh?"

The good student's mother suddenly remembered.

When she went to buy books last night, she didn't recognize the beautiful woman who walked in front of her.

But that beauty's boyfriend-

She looked at Jiang Yang, and after comparing it again and again, it was the Jiang Yang in front of her!!

So—

Yesterday, it was Li Yu himself who hummed "Hopscotch"!

No wonder!

The mother of a good student suddenly sang, no wonder she sang so well, and the original singing was not good.

She glanced at Jiang Yang.

This kid is also blessed, she can't hear it if she wants to, Jiang Yang can listen to it every day.

The father of the good student took in her eyes and was already thinking about whether to move.

Jiang Yang stood for a while.

Then.

He remembered that the guests had come to entertain them, and he hurriedly opened the refrigerator and got a few bottles of sparkling water for them to drink.

"No, no."

Just looked at the mother and thought that the floor was not bad, so she asked Jiangyang how much it was.

Jiang Yang didn't know.

He scratched his head: "My wife pretended." ”

Simply faced the mother and touched the sofa again: "This sofa is good." ”

She said to her good student's mother: "When my eldest house was renovated, I also chose this style. ”

The eldest is her son, the brother of the crisp face.

Now that they are at the age of marriage, they can't afford to buy a house, and the old couple is planning to vacate the wing room to decorate it well, and be the wedding room for the eldest to get married.

She asked Jiang Yang again: "Where did you buy it?" ”

Jiang Yang continued to scratch his head: "My wife bought it." ”

"Tsk."

Simply noodle mother fortunately knows Li Yu, if she doesn't know, she has to ask Jiang Yang where did she marry his wife.

She looked around and felt that she was not a big star, she was just an ordinary daughter-in-law, if she were Jiang Yang's mother, she would get up in the middle of the night to burn incense for the ancestors.

This daughter-in-law is also very good.

This is to buy a courtyard house as an amusement park, this doll, this figure, this character model that is almost as tall as her, wearing an exploding head wig, and a skeleton with a guitar hanging in her hand-

How much will it cost him to build?

The piano on the side of the sunroom in the rest area looks like a serious thing.

Actually-

The good student's mother has already set her eyes on that piano.

Anyone who learns the piano, after seeing the shape and brand of the piano, it is difficult not to have a desire to play it.

Pity.

Even if the mother knows that the thing is very precious, and the other furniture touches around and says yes, but she doesn't say that she will play the piano, and the good student's mother is even more embarrassed.

She turned to look at the long table where Jiang Yang was working.

There are a couple of models on it, it looks like manors and small towns in the English countryside, and fields, and a little old man growing zucchini or something, the manual work is a little rough, but it looks quite like that.

The three of them took a tour of the courtyard, mainly talking about their mothers, and the parents of good students followed by them, accompanied by Jiang Yang. The mother of the noodles is also really cooked, and I asked everything. This has to be put on hold of the student's mother, she has long been impatient, but she found that Jiang Yang is quite patient, and she takes the trouble to answer every time: "My wife bought it." ”

The answer is monotonous.

But the pride in his tone could not be concealed.

Even—

The mother of a good student thinks that Jiang Yang is still enjoying it, and her wife bought a 4090 graphics card, and her husband has to say "How do you know that my wife bought me a 4090 graphics card" when she goes to the toilet.

Of course.

The good student's mother doesn't know digital, and she can't think of this example.

This mood is about the same.

(End of chapter)