sweet joy

Chapter 44

Man, you still have to coax!

Song Xixi moved a small bench by herself, and carefully washed the uninjured parts with the shower. After washing for a long time, her waist became numb.

Song Xixi kept a stiff posture, and shouted aggrievedly: "Tang Zhihuan..."

No one paid her any attention.

"Tang Zhihuan, my back is numb!"

She was really going to cry at her own stupidity!

Tang Zhihuan sighed inwardly, all his patience was worn away by Song Xixi's wailing voice.

Walking to the door of the bathroom, seeing Song Xixi's weird look, he laughed so hard that his glasses almost fell off.

"Tang Zhihuan, can you help me up first before laughing?" Song Xixi gritted her teeth, she knew that such a ghostly look was funny, but she was really uncomfortable in this posture.

"Hahaha, wait..."

After Tang Zhihuan finished speaking, he actually left.

Song Xixi's blood stuck in her heart: "Tang Zhihuan, your wife is already like this, what are you going to do!"

Tang Zhihuan turned back, holding the mobile phone in his hand, and squatted down, with a bit of teasing on his thin face: "Come on, have a smile."

Song Xixi: "Tang Zhihuan!"

This kind of man should be beaten to death!
"Laugh quickly, isn't your waist numb?" Tang Zhihuan pushed his glasses with a look of understanding.

"Hahaha..." Song Xixi twitched the corners of her mouth, and there were sparks in her eyes.

Tang Zhihuan, you wait for the old lady, wait for the old lady...

"Okay!" Tang Zhihuan looked at the photo on the phone, laughed for a while before going into the bathroom and hugging Song Xixi.

Song Xixi had a bitter face: "Take it lightly, my waist..."

"You're young, your waist won't work." Tang Zhihuan cast a look at her with some teasing in his determined tone.

"Hiss—" Tang Zhihuan took another breath.

This woman must have been a dog in her previous life.

Bite at every turn.

Angrily, he threw the man directly on the bed, touching his lower lip with his knuckles, revealing a hint of red.

Bao Liang's eyes fixed on the angry woman, Song Xixi arrogantly turned her face to the right, and ignored him.

Tang Zhihuan wiped the blood on her lower lip with a tissue, and silently turned off the light and lay down on the side of the bed.

After a while, a ball of tenderness slowly crawled over again, slowly covering his lips.

When he was about to turn his back on the guest, his thin lips were covered by his small hand, and his delicate tone was full of provocation: "Hmph, I won't give you a kiss!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and turned over, pulling away all the quilts along the way.

Tang Zhihuan pulled his lips, and his mind suddenly went blank.

The cool air from the air conditioner made him feel a little cold, he swallowed to suppress the empty movement in his heart, and pulled the quilt that was taken away by Song Xixi to cover his body.

He closed his eyes but didn't feel sleepy, only to hear the snoring sound of someone beside him sleeping soundly.

In the darkness, his thick eyebrows slowly furrowed, as if trapped by a difficult equation.

From Monday to Wednesday, Tang Zhihuan's classes are almost full.

When Song Xixi had time, she followed the invisible to attend classes. Every time the teacher spoke for less than 5 minutes, she fell asleep lying on Tang Zhihuan's shoulder.

Professor Wu pointed to a problem on the PPT, and there was silence.

He asked again: "Is there any classmate willing to try it?"

It was quiet down here, with their heads lowered, for fear of meeting Professor Wu's eyes and being pointed at by him.

Professor Wu scanned around: "Tang Zhihuan, would you like to give it a try?"

Everyone in the class looked at Tang Zhihuan who was sitting by the window.

Professor Wu pushed his glasses: "Tang Zhihuan?"

Tang Zhihuan stood up, and before he could speak, he heard the sound of a heavy object falling from his direction, but nothing unexpected happened to Tang Zhihuan.

(End of this chapter)