Throwing down my husband: reuniting in a forgotten time

Suddenly, she remembered something, her expression changed, and she quickly ran into the bedroom.

God!Be sure to clean up the bedroom before him!

underwear!She always tore off her underwear as soon as she entered the house, and threw it away...

sock!She always likes to go barefoot at home...

Chip bag!Last night until four o'clock, there was no food reserve, how could she survive the long night?

Quilt!What a mess, and her body temperature...

That's too late!

The autumn wind simply swept away the fallen leaves, swept everything into the quilt, and rolled up the quilt, so that her "criminal evidence" was covered up...

I finally breathed a sigh of relief...

Turning around, he was standing by the door, looking at her expressionlessly...

The breath she exhaled got stuck in her trachea, she was dumbfounded...

How long has he been at the door?Can you see how silly she was when the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves just now?

"I... go to cook noodles..." She pointed to the kitchen, flushed and rushed out of the bedroom, choking on the breath that was stuck in the middle of the room, making her cough again and again.

She turned her head back in embarrassment, and squeezed out a smirk, "Hehe, I... have a bit of a cold... catch a cold..."

After finishing speaking, ignoring his reaction, he flashed directly into the kitchen.

cook noodles... cook noodles...

She walked around the kitchen speechlessly, chanting these words helplessly.

Make bricks without straw.How do you want her to cook noodles?

It seems that this kitchen hasn't been used seriously since she moved in...

Everything in the kitchen, from the cupboards to the range hood, to the whole set of exquisite dishes, is the best that my mother-in-law personally selected, but there is nothing else in the cupboard except bowls, and the refrigerator is always is empty.

Because, she can't think of a day alone, what is the use of this kitchen...

Besides making coffee, of course...

She has no particular obsessive hobbies, but this coffee must be freshly ground and brewed, which is related to her profession. A person who needs to stay up late every day can't live without a barista.

However, she couldn't just go out with a cup of coffee and say to her husband at this time, when her husband finally came home after trekking through mountains and rivers and wind and snow, "Honey, I don't have anything at home, so I'll just have a cup of coffee." Cafe?"

This kind of words are the same as the three words "dear", even if she was killed, she would not be able to say them...

In the end, she dawdled back to the bedroom, wanting to ask him to go out for a meal together. However, when she reached the door of the bedroom, once again, she wished she could find a crack in the floor...

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