sweet joy

Chapter 1 is an hour and a half, there is still time to teach you a lesson
Song Xixi was lying on the bed reading a novel, tears streaming down her face from being abused by the hero and heroine in the novel.

The door of the bedroom was suddenly opened, Tang Zhihuan came in exhausted, stared at the wronged and pitiful Song Xixi, and was stunned for a while: "Huh?"

Song Xixi hastily put down her phone, didn't even put on her shoes, and threw herself into his arms: "Honey, I miss you so much."

Tang Zhihuan: "Do you miss me, or are you moved to tears by reading brain-dead novels?"

Song Xixi pursed her lips, raised his neck, and stepped on his slippers with her tender feet, flattering her charmingly:

"Husband, you haven't been home for more than half a month, can I miss you?"

Saying that, Song Xixi's hands and feet became dishonest.

Tang Zhihuan stared at her calmly, and threw her on the soft bed behind her. In her eager eyes, her black eyes were full of teasing, and her white and slender fingers pushed the thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, even though they did not fall off.

Then, he slowly unbuttoned the shirt on his body.

"Husband..." Song Xixi urged in disguise.

Tang Zhihuan smiled, threw the shirt on the sofa beside him, turned around and walked to the bathroom, with a low-magnitude laugh, "My husband hasn't showered yet, and he's been in the laboratory for half a month."

Tang Zhihuan, a scientific researcher in a certain laboratory, mainly studies space-time shuttles. This time he stayed in the laboratory for half a month because the time-space shuttle developed by his team has reached the final stage, and all scientific researchers are practicing in seclusion.

Song Xixi's blood was stuck in his heart, and he quickly buried his red face in the quilt.

Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom stop, then the sound of the door opening and footsteps, and the blanket being lifted off her body, Song Xixi pretended to be dead.

Only a pleasant male voice was heard: "Asleep?"

Song Xixi: "..."

"Ah……"

In the early morning of the next day, the summer sun could barely reach the end of the bed.

Song Xixi picked up the MAC lipstick set that Tang Zhihuan gave her on Valentine's Day, and turned around to ask Tang Zhihuan who had just come out of the bathroom:

"Husband, what lipstick color do you think I should wear today?"

"casual."

Song Xixi suffered from choice difficulty again, and when he was in a daze, he remembered the novel he read last night.

Obviously they are childhood sweethearts, why did the brain-dead author torture them to death, misunderstandings one after another, but fortunately, the ending is good.

Randomly brushed the neat lipstick suit, pouted her small mouth, and looked at Tang Zhihuan coquettishly through the mirror: "Husband, what kind of girl did you like when you were 20 years old?"

When she and Tang Zhihuan met, they were already 27 years old.

While buttoning his shirt, Tang Zhihuan rolled his eyes at Song Xixi.

"University is busy with studies, and I have no plans to fall in love."

Song Xixi snorted softly, took a piece of lipstick casually, and walked up to Tang Zhihuan alluringly, holding the bullet against Tang Zhihuan's chest, Tang Zhihuan took advantage of the situation and sat down on the bed with a helpless expression on his face.

In the next second, there was a nephrite jade soft fragrance in his arms.

"Hmph, someone said that people won't get married before the age of 30... what is this?" Song Xixi waved her fair little hand in front of Tang Zhihuan, with a bright wedding ring on her ring finger.

After confirming their relationship for half a year, they got married in a flash.

Tang Zhihuan remained silent, watching how she would mess around.

Song Xixi hooked his neck with one hand, and outlined his lips with lipstick in the other hand.

Tang Zhihuan stared at her indifferently, and asked, "Little pepper color?"

Song Xixi pursed her lips, pressed it against Tang Zhihuan's ear, and teased softly: "Husband, you were young and frivolous at that time, didn't you imagine anything?"

Tang Zhihuan...

"Old couple, tell me, I will never laugh at you, I will post four!"

Tang Zhihuan raised his arm and glanced at his watch.

In a low tone: "At 09:30, the laboratory opens at [-]:[-]."

……

"Wear the yellow one from before?"

Tang Zhihuan asked, suddenly raised his eyebrows, remembering that he had accidentally torn them apart just now, opened the closet door, picked out a white shirt and jeans and threw them on the bed: "Put this on."

Song Xixi remained motionless in corpse pose.

Tang Zhihuan shook his head helplessly, and put Song Xixi on one by one.

(End of this chapter)