Cute wife counterattack: wrongly provoking a black male god

Chapter 634 Why Are You So Good-Looking? (two)
Yao Yi has been drinking and chatting with her every night these days.

Tonight, I felt unwell and drank half a can of cold beer. After drinking half of it, she felt a little pain in her stomach, and something was wrong. She went to the toilet and found that her relatives had come, and then she didn't drink the remaining half.

Later, her stomach hurt more and more, and the doctor gave her half a painkiller to relieve the pain. On the way back, Wan Qianqian kept blaming Yao Yi.

"Just blame you for letting me drink, otherwise I wouldn't be in such pain."

Yao Yi looked at Wan Qianqian's chattering little mouth with a smile, and said viciously, "I'll touch it for you."

Wan Qianqian had a black line on his face, "No need."

After returning home, Wan Qianqian became an uncle for a while, lying on the sofa, and Yao Yi boiled brown sugar water for her in the kitchen, when the brown sugar water was served.

Thousands and thousands dare not take it, it's unbelievable, every day the landlady who is like a grandpa boiled a bowl of brown sugar water for her with his own hands, she must record this matter no matter what, and share it with Lu Anyi.

After drinking the brown sugar water, Wan Qianqian leaned on the sofa for a while, while Yao Yi sat aside and watched the football match. Wan Qianqian also knew a lot about football, and their magazine occasionally had sports stalls.

"This guy is really two, the ball just now shouldn't be over the head."

"Damn, I didn't score this penalty, it's too bad."

"The goalkeeper might as well go down and forget about it. Why is he still guarding the door? It's too casual. The door lets others in at will."

Wan Qianqian watched the game, and suddenly felt as if he had been slapped with chicken blood, scolding every player on the screen who passed or shot, or missed the goal.

Yao Yi originally wanted to watch a football game in peace, but he didn't expect that the football game was good-looking, and there were even more exciting games than the football game. Wan Qianqian didn't support either of the two teams on the screen.

The voice was very loud, "It's so annoying, this is obviously a flop, the referee must have gone through the back door."

"I'm considering whether to send you to a mental hospital." Yao Yi said slowly.

Wan Qianqian withdrew his excitement, looked at Yao Yi, and asked curiously, "I'm not sick."

Yao Yi said, "It's a bit normal now, it looked like I was mentally ill just now."

"..."

On Friday morning, when Yao Yi went to the gallery, he suddenly showed kindness, saying that he would take Wanqianqian along the way, and that Wanqianqian would not need to squeeze the bus, so of course Wanqianqian nodded and agreed.

The car window was open, Yao Yi rested one hand on the car window and the other hand on the steering wheel, waiting for the traffic light in a small street, the sound of the bird's name made people feel good.

When the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, I don’t know where to fly a few cherry blossom petals into the car. They are pink and beautiful. Yao Yi sticks a petal and puts it on the tip of his nose to sniff, but there is no smell.

Looking at the pink petals, he glanced sideways at Wan Qianqian, and the little person who always liked to go to their house in pink pajamas to make trouble for no reason emerged in his mind.

His lips were slightly bent, his smile was very gentle, Wan Qianqian just turned his face, and when he saw the smile on Yao Yi's face, he was suddenly stunned, and he seemed to have missed a beat.

Opening his mouth, he murmured, "It's so beautiful."

Yao Yi thought she saw something outside the window, turned to look out the window, there was nothing but a car, Wan Qianqian said again, "Yao Yi, how can you look so good-looking? The woman is pretty."

Yao Yi's face was full of black lines, and just at the green light, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car moved forward quickly, Wan Qianqian leaned forward, almost hitting his head.

(End of this chapter)