overbearing

Yang Yuran secretly spurned, there is a woolen thread, it's nothing more than the crap about having dinner with Li Shuo.

Let's talk about it after she has had enough rest. Since she is asking for help, how can she ever get cooperation smoothly.

Edit a message to Yang's mother, telling her that she doesn't have to wait for dinner at night, and she and Zhou Yuanyuan have made an appointment to have supper at ten o'clock.There is no need to reply to the additional notification, she will be easily woken up by the sound when she just fell asleep.

If you want to ask why you need to send a message to inform you that you are in the same family, the answer is simple, lazy.She changed into her pajamas and lay on the bed, and no one wanted her to leave the bed.

Because she was frightened by Yang Fei when she entered the door, the memory remained deep in her mind, causing Yang Fei to appear in her dream lingeringly.

Yang Fei turned into a big red nine-tailed fox. She was more miserable, reduced to a brown-red ordinary little fox.

The nine-tailed fox always likes to wag its fluffy and shiny tail, pretending to pass by Yang Yuran, probably a hundred or eighty times a day.

Yang Yuran's tail grows slowly, and there is only one tail. Yang Fei is very mean-spirited, so she nicknamed her No Tail, and spread the nickname to all the foxes in the valley.

Just like that, Yang Yuran woke up with the sound of 'no tail'.

Weakly wiped his sweaty forehead, cursing: "Unlucky thing."

I touched the phone from the bedside, pressed it to see the time, it was 8:10 in the evening, and I slept for less than 10 minutes. The nightmare was so tiring.

There were still two hours before the appointed time for supper, so I sent a message to ask Zhou Yuanyuan: How are you busy?
Sitting in the dark and waiting, the mind always came up with a pair of dark red slender eyes, and the sound of 'no tail', too weird and terrifying.

Turn on the desk lamp, sit cross-legged and meditate to let go of messy thoughts.

After a while, Zhou Yuanyuan's reply came: Baby, Party A is so difficult, don't let me go.I guess I'll be late for half an hour. People will definitely arrive at 11 o'clock at the latest. I'll treat you today.

Yang Yuran weakly pressed the answer: ok, you are busy with your work, I am not in a hurry.

Reassuring my best friend, she got bored in exchange. It was more than two hours from 8:11 to [-]:[-], and she had to find something to dilute the haunting nightmare memories.

After changing into comfortable cotton running clothes, I plan to go for a lap around the lake, and then go to the agreed crayfish restaurant after nine o'clock.

Going downstairs and approaching the main entrance, I only took a glance and turned my head resolutely, and walked towards the far garden gate.

Through the large piece of glass in the middle of the main entrance, she saw a dirty thing squatting guard, and it happened that the dirty thing was wearing a red dress.

Terrified, afraid, and lacking the courage to confront her head-on, Yang Fei stretched out her hand and grabbed her neck in minutes, pulling her soul back to her dream.

I haven't exercised for a long time, and I'm out of breath after running less than three kilometers.

Sitting on a bench by the West Lake to adjust your breathing, the cool evening breeze blows over your face, refreshing and comfortable.

Put your hands behind your back, close your eyes slightly, and indulge in the gift of nature.

"Sister, can you give me 10 minutes?"

A sinister question sounded from beside him.

Yang Yuran's heart skipped two beats, and he jumped up from the spot, jumping nearly one meter away.

Looking at Yang Fei who didn't know when she was sitting on the bench in amazement, she asked tremblingly, "Why are you here?"

"My sister ran away when she saw me, and I had to chase after her."

Yang Fei's face was pale, and she answered with a voice like a silk.If it wasn't for Yang Fei's chest moving slightly with her breathing, Yang Yuran would have the illusion that she was still in a nightmare.But judging from the panting state of the unlucky thing, it doesn't look like he is lying.

Yang Yuran raised her hand to stroke her hair irritably, and smoothed the long bangs behind her ears that blocked her vision.

"You want to tell me about Li Shuo, right?" He asked angrily.

Unlucky Toy nodded honestly, and replied rigidly: "Well, my sister didn't agree to me directly. I'm worried that you are just playing with me for Aunt Yang's happiness."

Every time Yang Fei spits out two or three words, she has to take a deep breath, which shows how low her physical fitness is, and she is not as good as Yang Yuran. She must have been thinking about how to play with her mind all day long.

Even so, the other party still chased her for about three kilometers.

Li Shuo didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow that he could be liked by such an unlucky thing that never dies.

Thinking of this, Yang Yuran inexplicably wanted to laugh, and was in the mood to take care of bad things.

"You can just set a date, don't worry, I will not be absent, I will bring a decent man to the banquet. You go back, don't follow me. I am not sure, there are things I will promise It may be overturned because of a bad mood later.”

"Okay, I'll take a taxi, thank you sister."

Yang Fei took out her mobile phone and entered the online car-hailing app, as if she was afraid that if she walked too slowly, she would regret it.

Yang Yuran started running again and headed towards the Food Street of East Road.

In 23 minutes, I ran to the agreed barbecue restaurant, and just after I sat down, someone approached me to strike up a conversation.

"Beauty, you also like to run around the lake at night. I start from home at 8:[-] every night. Let's make an appointment to run together."

The man took out his mobile phone, displayed the WeChat QR code and placed it next to Yang Yuran's teacup.

Yang Yuran turned her head to see the other party's sweat-soaked T-shirt first. The close-fitting T-shirt faintly showed the man's abdominal muscles.Looking up, you will find the smile that the other party has been waiting for for a long time, which is a standard grin.

What a mouthful of white teeth, like the hero of the toothpaste advertisement.Why do people like to follow at night?

A thought flashed across her mind, Yang Yuran pushed her phone back, and declined politely: "I'm sorry, I have a husband, and I'm waiting for him to have dinner together."

Yang Yuran deliberately lowered her voice to help the other party maintain their confidence.

Reluctantly, the eight-tooth buddy didn't know how to see it, so he just accepted it, sat directly opposite her, raised his jaw slightly, and put out the lines of his face that he thought were perfect.

"Huh? Your husband won't run with you at night?"

The eight-tooth buddy clamped his throat and asked in a bubbly voice.

Yang Yuran smiled slightly, raised her long silver-purple hair from the sideburns with her fingertips and brushed it behind her back, nonsense nonsense: "Well, he is very busy at work and has no time to run with me at night, so he took me to eat supper after get off work."

The eight-tooth buddies stared straight, their Adam's apple slipped down uncontrollably, and couldn't hold back what was in their hearts.

"It's dangerous for a beauty like you to run alone at night. Your husband is so unreliable, how can he let you go out alone late at night, no matter how busy you are, at least make time to take care of your loved one."

"I believe in the law and order of Hangzhou City." Yang Yuran's perfunctory tone became more and more alienated.

As if they didn't feel it, the eight-toothed buddies continued to use their self-confident bewitching method: "Women are like delicate roses, and they need time and energy to irrigate them. Money alone is not enough."

"I can't help it. I got pregnant not long after I got married, and the B-ultrasound showed that there were 3 births guaranteed. I have to spend money everywhere. I don't live up to my stomach. It would be great to have two more, and the country will raise the quintuplets."

Yang Yuran had a sad face, put her hands on her stomach lightly, and let out a long sigh.

The eight-tooth buddy was coughing so hard that he picked up the cup to drink some water before suppressing it. He still refused to give up and said, "You don't look so skinny, are you really pregnant?"

"Yeah." Yang Yuran nodded solemnly, with an awe-inspiring expression that it was impossible to make fun of her Qingyu.

"Haha, beauty, don't be funny, your reason for rejecting people is a bit exaggerated."

The eight-tooth buddies hesitated between getting up and continuing to be thick-skinned, and chose the first criterion for men to pick up girls, to carry out thick-skinned skills to the end, and to carry forward the spirit of protecting flowers.

"It's too late and it's not safe. I'll wait with you. I'll leave when your husband comes."

"random."

Yang Yuran flicked through the menu indifferently, and marked the things he wanted to eat with a pen.

The eight-tooth buddy stared at the dishes she drew, and analyzed them one by one: "Eat more eggplants to supplement iron, and you can't eat too much seafood in the early stages of pregnancy. Don't order seafood. Your husband is really bad, didn't he tell you this?"

The noisy voice gave Yang Yuran a headache, and she glared sideways at the eight-tooth buddy in displeasure.

The buddy stared at him, but he was even more excited, and told the health preservation scriptures earnestly: "I am in the fitness industry. Women must maintain a good rhythm in eating, rest, and exercise. Believe me, a good rhythm of life can make you feel healthy. The external image is at least ten years younger than ordinary people."

"Are you going to let me apply for a card?" Yang Yuran asked the ultimate goal of sales.

"No, no." The eight-tooth buddy hurriedly waved his hands and explained: "I'm investing in the fitness industry, not a trainer or salesman. Of course, if you want to exercise, I can give you free guidance."

"Thank you, I'm not interested. My husband has a personal trainer and a nutritionist. I can find him if I need it."

Yang Yuran didn't change his face, and expanded the fictional frame.

"Haha."

The eight-tooth buddies chuckled in a see-through and unspoken tone, raised their wrists to look at their watches, and continued to provoke discord: "The two of us have been sitting here for almost half an hour, your husband hasn't come out of the company yet, has he? How can I make pregnant women hungry? Or is the role of husband just an excuse for rejection?"

Yang Yuran sneered and said "hehe" twice, mocking words came to his lips, but before he could spit it out, a cold answer came from behind him.

"Thank you for your concern for my wife. I don't think it's my husband's negligence to occasionally condone a pregnant woman's gluttony. The premise of any food to make a bad change is to measure it. For example, shrimp contains arsenic. Eating it with VC will poison you, causing abdominal pain and nausea. Wait for the symptoms. But the premise is that you have to eat hundreds of catties of shrimp."

The cold voice spoke out the professional knowledge in an orderly manner, which made the eight-tooth buddies look extremely ugly, and also made Yang Yuran's eyes widen in shock, forgetting to blink.

Slowly twisting his stiff neck, Qin Muyu's monstrous face was imprinted in his eyes.

In the eyes of the eight-tooth buddies, her stunned gaze was full of admiration for Qin Muyu.Suffering a double blow, the eight-tooth buddies no longer tried to say anything to restore their dignity, and left angrily.

"It's late, please come home with me, madam."

Qin Muyu's voice changed back to elegance and warmth, and he reached out his hand to her in a gentlemanly manner.

Yang Yuran was stunned, forgetting to suppress the little surprise in her heart, and asked with a smile like a flower: "Why are you here? Is Yuanyuan outside?"

"Yuanyuan hasn't finished negotiating with the advertising investor, she entrusts me to pick you up."

Qin Muyu gently wrapped her arms around her wrists, and led her up to the door: "The smell of cigarettes here is not good for pregnant women. Tell me what you want to eat in the future, and I will make it for you at home."

"Ha~" Yang Yuran followed Qin Muyu, laughing like a silver bell, piercing the words of the other party's entry into the play: "Everyone is gone, there is no need to act."

After many contacts, Yang Yuran is very confident in Qin Muyu's acting ability, and deeply feels that he has chosen the right person.

Qin Muyu looked at her with a smile in his eyes, and asked, "Does Ran Ran want to eat my barbecue?"

The glutton swallowed instinctively and nodded repeatedly.

Back in the apartment, Yang Yuran first sent a message to Yang's mother, telling her that she and Zhou Yuanyuan had a great time eating and could not leave early, and would not go back to the old house at night.

Zhou Yuanyuan asked Qin Muyu to pick her up, she definitely wouldn't say anything, the girlfriend card is easy to use.

When she went back to the apartment with Qin Muyu, she could mention Li Shuo's dinner by the way.

After receiving the three-word reply from Yang's mother "Got it", Yang Yuran rubbed her hands happily and helped Qin Muyu bring the barbecue ingredients to the terrace.

In just over ten minutes, Qin Muyu set up the grill, ignited the charcoal, put it on the baking tray, used a small brush to evenly grease the ingredients, and spread the pieces of meat on the baking tray.

The sound of sizzling exploded one after another, the smell of meat wafted up, and the frequency of Yang Yuran's swallowing increased accordingly.

When the pork belly was roasted until it was slightly rolled up, Qin Muyu deftly picked it up with a tong and put it into Yang Yuran's dipping sauce.

Yang Yuran couldn't wait to put it into her mouth with chopsticks. The crispy outside and tender inside were paired with spicy dipping sauce. It was so delicious that she wanted to scream, so happy! ! !

Her chopsticks hadn't stopped since she picked them up, and when she was full, she realized that Qin Muyu basically didn't move a mouthful, just serving her.

Yang Yuran took out a wet towel to wipe her mouth, belatedly tried to save her image, and asked embarrassedly, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I ate a lot for entertainment at night, so I'm not very hungry."

Qin Muyu put down his business as a barbecue stall owner, and took the wet towel from Yang Yuran to wipe his hands repeatedly.

"Are you cooking barbecue just for me?"

Yang Yuran regretted it as soon as she finished asking the stupid question, what an obvious thing.

"At night, my friends were too enthusiastic, and I couldn't resist my kindness. I was a little greedy, and I just moved my limbs to digest the food you baked for me."

Qin Muyu seemed to be aware of her embarrassment, and replied with a lie with a light smile.

Shyly avoiding the eyes that always stared at her, Yang Yuran muttered softly, "Slick tongue."

"If this is considered glib, let me put it another way. Ran Ran has worked so hard to conceive a baby for me, and of course she will be satisfied if she wants to eat a barbecue."

The extremely natural words floated into her ears and broke into her heart, disrupting her heartbeat and staining her cheeks red.

She clenched her small fist and smashed the chair, and asked shyly and embarrassingly, "Is it hard to get through this?"

"Okay, okay, it's over, don't worry about Ran Ran."

Qin Muyu responded like a coaxing child, picked up the oil pan to pack his things.

Yang Yuran chose to keep a distance, lying alone on the iron carved guardrail and calmed down for a while, remembering that she didn't talk about business.

I tiptoed to the restaurant, leaned on the side of the three-linked glass door and looked inside, and saw Qin Muyu cleaning the barbecue utensils.

The picture of bearing hardships and standing hard work awakened her conscience, and she realized how much she had gone too far. She only ate, and washing, cooking, and cleaning were all the work of Vice President Qin.

Putting away the little embarrassment in her heart, she walked up to the man in a few steps and volunteered, "I'll wipe the plates and bowls."

"No, I'll finish it all in one go. Cut the fruits and put them on the coffee table in the living room. Let's eat slowly."

Qin Muyu turned to one side, blocking her arm, and didn't give her a chance to get close to the vegetable sink.

"Then I'll take out the trash and eat again."

Yang Yuran looked around, actively looking for work.

"I mentioned that the garbage was temporarily put in a bucket at the door, and I will take it down tomorrow morning."