What is it like to have a sand sculpture blood wife?

Chapter 42 42. The Aunt Next Door
"Loving someone doesn't need to be shown all the time, right?" Xia Yuan said.

"But you are newlyweds, shouldn't you be the most loving, the one who is so sweet?"

"..." Xia Yuan felt cold sweat coming out of his vest.

"Isn't this in front of you, and you don't know if we are sweet in private, and how sweet is it?"

Zhang Shiting curled her lips, "Anyway, you should treat Sitong better. Others are lonely and helpless. You are a jobless vagrant, and it is your good fortune that others are willing to marry you."

"I have a job, okay?" Xia Yuan thought, you don't know who is the vagrant.

"Your job is too unstable, it's not much different from no job."

"Auntie, I'm not happy when you say that."

"Okay," Zhang Shiting knew Xia Yuan's temper quite well, and this kid was sometimes stubborn, "Remember to be nice to Sitong, and don't do anything to offend her."

"Understood, what can I do?"

hum.

Zhang Shiting pouted noncommittally.

"Also, I chatted with Sitong today, and she said that you don't cooperate with her."

"Huh?!" Xia Yuan's eyes widened, and he was completely stunned.

What is non-cooperation, and what is cooperation?
"That's right, that's the one." Zhang Shiting raised a middle finger.

amount……

Xia Yuan covered his forehead in pain.

This is not a matter of cooperation or non-coordination, is it?

He and Ying Sitong are currently in a mutually beneficial and symbiotic relationship. The relationship between them is not even a lover. After a period of time, they are at most a little higher than friends.

It may be more appropriate to describe it as a compatriot of the same blood.

How could such two people rashly...?

Xia Yuan frowned and said, "We are still young now, I am only 22, she is only 20, we have not lived enough of our own lives, what kind of children are we in a hurry for?"

When it was over, he added a special sentence, "Aren't you 27 years old and have no children?"

"..."

Zhang Shiting felt a pain in her heart, and a series of idioms came to mind in her brain——

Thousands of arrows pierce the heart, the heart is twisted like a knife, and the heart is like ashes...

For this reason, Zhang Shiting had nothing to say.

After all, she didn't make a good start herself, she is still a widow now, and she doesn't even have a male ticket.

Every month, my aunt would come to greet her on time and accuse her of wasting her youth.

Zhang Shiting's face was ashen, expressing respect for Xia Yuan's choice.

After all, this wish is theirs to grasp, and Zhang Shiting is not good at forcing interference.

"Well, I respect your wishes, after all, it's your own life, but I still hope you are happy."

Auntie stood up and hugged Xia Yuan.

……

In the evening, Zhang Shiting insisted on staying at home on the grounds that she hadn't seen her for a long time and she missed her very much.

There was no other way, Ying Sitong could only wrong Jiang Xiaoling and go back to her dormitory in the film and television city for one night, and she would move in after her aunt left tomorrow.

Jiang Xiaoling originally wanted to go home and pack his things, so he agreed.

After sending Jiang Xiaoling away, the three went back to their rooms.

Zhang Shiting slept in Ying Sitong's bedroom, and Ying Sitong was forced to share a room with Xia Yuan.

The most uncomfortable thing is that there is only one pillow.

Who told Ying Sitong to lie to Zhang Shiting during the day and say that she was not used to pillows.

If Zhang Shiting finds out that she is sleeping on the pillow, she doesn't know what to think about.

"How to do?"

Xia Yuan and Ying Sitong were wearing pajamas, kneeling on the bed and looking at each other in a difficult situation.

You can clearly feel the sound of Zhang Shiting's clothes rubbing against the wall——

My aunt was pressing her ear against the wall, silently listening to the movement here.

"Your aunt is terrible." Ying Sitong said with a sad face, "She seems to feel that there is not so much love between us."

Xia Yuan didn't speak, but nodded silently.

Zhang Shiting's intuition is indeed terrifying.

But he wasn't sure if all women were like that.

"It seems that in the future we can only perform as hard as possible." Xia Yuan said, "At least we have to let others feel the love between us."

"Mmm, yes." Ying Sitong tucked her chin into her collar and nodded weakly.

"But what now?"

Ying Sitong raised her chin, signaling to Zhang Shiting who was eavesdropping next door.

Obviously, if the two of them don't make some disturbingly sweet noises tonight, my aunt can't feel at ease.

"This guy..." Xia Yuan also found it difficult.

He looked up at Ying Sitong, and the two of them made eye contact for 5 seconds before turning their faces away.

Mom!
Shame!

The atmosphere in the room became extremely strange and ambiguous.

"Otherwise, should I transform your aunt?" Ying Sitong touched her little tiger teeth, "Then I can tell her everything."

The underlying meaning is that she is going to bite Zhang Shiting and turn Zhang Shiting into a descendant of the blood race.

Before she finished speaking, Xia Yuan's face froze, his eyes stared at her, as if he wanted to kill her.

"Hehe, hehe, I'm joking." Ying Sitong took a step back silently.

After all, the handle is still with Xia Yuan, so he can't be offended.

With her [joking], the atmosphere eased a little, but the fundamental problem was not resolved.

Zhang Shiting's breathing could be heard clearly from the wall.

Xia Yuan frowned.

I only hate how the sound insulation was not improved during the renovation.

"What to do, what to do?"

Ying Sitong rubbed her hair, feeling that her head was getting bigger.

She buried her head in the quilt in the ostrich escape pose, thinking it was too difficult!
"Do you know that?" Xia Yuan blinked.

"W-Which?"

Ying Sitong thumped twice and sat up from under the quilt.

Her heartbeat was inexplicable, and although she guessed about it, she still looked at Xia Yuan very puzzled.

"Call, wake someone up." Xia Yuan blushed, unable to speak.

"..."

Ying Sitong blushed and pouted, "No, I won't. I've lived alone, never before."

amount……

The two of them were silent, even though it was summer, the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped to freezing point.

"Then you will?" Ying Sitong asked him in turn.

"A man's name? Isn't it appropriate?"

"Why is it inappropriate? Why?" Ying Sitong was furious and glared at Xia Yuan angrily, "You said men and women were equal before."

"Oh, this is not the time to fight." Xia Yuan hurriedly interrupted her, "Equality is based on status, and differences are related to structure."

"Isn't it too strong a word?"

"Wait," Xia Yuan suddenly remembered something and jumped off the bed, "I'll play a video for you."

"what?"

Ying Sitong leaned against the head of the bed in embarrassment, shyly pulling the quilt under her nose.

isn't it?
How embarrassing is that? !

Xia Yuan came over with a laptop, and it contained——

The female anchor who eats chicken just shoots online.

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