Wife Please Be Obedient

Breakfast was too late, and the two of them were not hungry. They lingered until after twelve o'clock, so why didn't they get up and prepare to cook.

Qin Guanglin sat at his desk and turned on the computer to process emails. The paintings of the last Dragon Boat Festival were reviewed and shortlisted for an Excellence Award.

not bad.

The first and second prizes are generally set by default. Even if they are not set, there are many Los Angeles bosses. He hadn't thought about those at all. It was a pleasant surprise to win an excellent award.

The prize money is 3,000 yuan, no more, no less, and I don’t know when I can finish the process and score him in the card. Then I will take Mr. He out to have a meal.

"By the way, what is the name of the lover that you sang that night?" Qin Guanglin shouted to the kitchen, opened the browser and prepared to search again, almost forgot it.

Why not stop the sound of chopped ribs, "What did you say? What lover?"

"Just the song you sang. The wind that night blew and itchy ~ just that."

Qin Guanglin stood up and poked his head out of the door to learn to sing a few words, "It's pretty good. I didn't find the lyrics last time."

"I forgot, I don't know when I heard it, I don't know what it is called."

"Ok."

Tuk, tuk, tuk.

Why not chop a few more ribs, suddenly stopped and turned around, looking at the big head protruding from the bedroom door, frowning suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"I think you're so pretty." Qin Guanglin picked up the probe at the door and refused to go back, staring at why he was busy in the kitchen.

I don't know why, so why not pull up his hair, wear an apron and work in the kitchen, so he can hit him, every time there is an urge to hold her and rub her into his arms.

"Hey, virtue."

Why not curl his lips and turn around to continue working on his own affairs. Qin Guanglin looked at it for a while, couldn't help but walked over and hugged her hard from behind, his soft body made him sigh contentedly, "How are you so good? ?"

"Don't make trouble, go back to the bedroom and stay by yourself."

"I didn't make trouble, just hug."

"Isn't enough for the whole morning?" Why not impatiently slapping his arms around his waist, "Go, go, and chop off your paws later."

"not enough."

Qin Guanglin put his chin on his shoulder and shook it lightly, and made a shameless request: "I will go back with a kiss."

"Hey~ go back, come out later when you are ready to call you."

"Okay." Qin Guanglin reluctantly touched his waist, and when he saw her staring, he hurried back to the bedroom and continued to play with the computer happily.

He felt the beauty of semi-cohabitation.

This is life.

Why not chop the ribs into even small pieces and throw them into the pot for blanching. The bright red ribs are constantly tumbling in the boiling water and quickly change color.

She looked at the foam floating in the pot in a daze, thinking about the song constantly in her head.

Isn't it out now?

Hey, that guy has a good memory, but this kind of little thing should be fine... Why not look back at the bedroom door, shook his head, no longer entangled in this matter.

Even if you notice it, you can just find a reason to fool it --- who can guess the truth?

Even if Holmes and Conan were standing here at the same time, they couldn't solve the case.

But it's better to be cautious...

"Are you still looking at this? Really fortune-telling?" Qin Guanglin poked his head out again, swaying at her with a book, "Can you figure out when my bonus will arrive?"

He scrolled through the desk a few times to see what books she usually reads, but he found out an I Ching, which was a bit mysterious.

"Did you forget my profession?" Why not roll your eyes and bother to care about him.

"You literary students still read this?" Qin Guanglin really doesn't understand what they usually study in class.

He was half-believing about the strange things he had said before, and after knowing that she had a crush on him, he even felt that the ones she had said before were known beforehand.

How could there be such a miraculous thing as to figure out where there is a scar on a person?

And the old man he met while playing in Zhongnanshan looked quite professional. He always said that if someone could figure it out, he would kowtow, and the kind that still made a sound—so what Daxian used to call Qin Guanglindu Thinking it was a joke, now a book of I Ching appeared suddenly, and he felt a little surprised again.

Is this stuff really fake?

"Nineth day, don't use Qianlong. On the ninth day, see the dragon in the field, see the adults..." Qin Guanglin, who was full of curiosity, sat on the sofa holding a book and shook his head and read for a while, "What does this mean?"

"Baidu go."

"You are a teacher. You ask students to go to Baidu without answering questions. Is there such an unreliable teacher?" Qin Guanglin hummed and went into the kitchen and hugged him. "Teacher He, what do you say?"

"Oh, you are so annoying!" Why not put your hand behind him and pinched the soft flesh on his waist, "Can you be honest for a while? The vegetables are going to be mushy."

"I love it too."

"Go away, don't make trouble."

"I just want to talk to you..."

"Just talk, go, and sit back on the sofa." Why not cut a piece of carrot and put it in his mouth, "Good, or you can do it yourself next time."

"Ok."

Qin Guanglin sat back on the sofa chewing the crunchy carrots and picked up the book again, "Teach me, I think it's really that amazing."

"You can't learn, teach a fart."

"You haven't taught how to know?"

"I counted."

"..."

Qin Guanglin opened his mouth, feeling a bit speechless.

This reason is really versatile.

Ziyou!

Why not throw the vegetables into the hot pan and make a sound. After stirring for a while, the scent faintly floated out. She turned her head and saw Qin Guanglin still holding the book while reading, "Do you understand?"

"How do you understand?" Qin Guanglin didn't believe in evil, so he had to think about it.

"I didn't understand either."

"..."

"It doesn't hurt to look at it anyway, it's all true, you can take it back to see if you want to see it." Why not say while cooking, "Fortune-telling is just for learning, my teacher said, this book and fortune-telling It doesn't matter much."

"What's the reason?" Qin Guanglin flipped through the book curiously, "Your teacher still talked about this?"

"Yeah, I remember when we were in the sophomore year, we were assigned a task, which was to sum up the truth from this book and hand it in. That time, the credits were added a lot."

"Your teacher is superstitious?"

"Cut." Why did he roll his eyes, "Why is it feudal superstition? Look at the hexagrams of the two hexagrams of the universe, the sky is healthy, the gentleman strives for self-improvement, the terrain is great, and the gentleman carries things with virtue. Do you feel familiar?"

"Where's the school motto!" This Qin Guanglin knew it, flipping through the book, a little surprised, "Hey, it's true."

"Of course there is." Why do you despise him, "A superstitious person like you sees superstition, and smart people like me see wisdom. Hmph, stupid man... come over and serve it."

"Here." Qin Guanglin ran to pick up the plate, "It's really fragrant." He turned his head and sniffed his nose, "It's more fragrant."

This is probably what the good wife and mother look like...Although Qin Guanglin hasn't married yet, Qin Guanglin has clearly seen this trait in her.

Make a big profit.

"There is a silly air on his head." Why can't help but curl his mouth and push his forehead, "Get out quickly."

"You are smart." Qin Guanglin smiled and put the dishes on the table outside. "How many dishes are there?"

"When the ribs are cooked, just fry some okra."

"Teacher He is really capable. I will give you a full body massage after dinner in a while to reward you."

"Go away, thinking about taking advantage of me all day."