sweet love

Chapter 43 The Little Wife Wants a Kiss

Three days later, Song Xixi was discharged from the hospital.

Tang Zhihuan continued to give Song Xixi tutoring, the tutoring time was set in the afternoon, and Song Xixi took care of the rest of the time.

Women can push every inch, especially Song Xixi.

After clearly agreeing to do three reading comprehension papers and one math test paper, Song Xixi insisted on haggling: "Do two reading comprehension papers, but can I skip the last answer question of the math paper?"

Tang Zhihuan's complexion suddenly changed by two points, and he couldn't help but tugged at her ear: "Song Xixi, don't go too far!"

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts!" The girl wrinkled her face and covered Tang Zhihuan's hand.

Father Song came in to deliver the fruit, and when he saw this scene, he felt distressed: "Tang Zhihuan let go, Xixi is stupid, do two if you want to do two, and don't do it if you can't customize the last one. Yes, two exams are more than enough..."

Tang Zhihuan sighed silently, the mentality of the whole family was very good.

He just forgot to lock the door.

Yesterday, Song Xixi was asked to do the comprehensive test paper. Song Xixi was distracted and not serious. He only said a few words, and Song's mother came in to protect the calf: "Tang Zhihuan, please speak better. Xixi is not very receptive, and we don't expect her to be too good... ..."

Today, it will be Papa Song.

Did the old couple form a group to sabotage his plan to raise a beautiful wife?
Forced to be helpless, Tang Zhihuan let go, staring at the disobedient girl sternly: "Read and comprehend the two articles, write carefully."

Song Xixi rubbed his ears, and looked at Papa Song resentfully: "How can you say that your daughter is so stupid?"

"Hey, if you're stupid, just be stupid, Dad likes it!" Dad Song chuckled, "At worst, Dad will support you in the future."

Song Xixi smiled and acted like a baby with Papa Song, and slowly looked at the silent Tang Zhihuan.

Because of this sentence, he also said it.

In the evening, Mama Song stayed with Tang Zhihuan for dinner. The dishes Mama Song cooked were very delicious. After eating, Song Xixi said that she was overwhelmed, so she took Tang Zhihuan to accompany her for a walk.

Tang Zhihuan rubbed his stomach, and indeed he was fed up: "If you have time, learn how to cook with your mother."

The girl tilted her head: "Could it be that the dishes I cook won't feed you in the future?"

"Cooking is average, but other aspects are good."

Song Xixi: "..."

Ahhh, I'm still young!
Tang Zhihuan let her lead her, and worried that she would slip on the snow in the night: "I'm tired of me in your house, aren't you afraid that your parents will think too much?"

After all, if his daughter is like this in her senior year of high school, he must hook up with his daughter's man's legs at a discount.

Song Xixi grinned and rubbed her little head into the crook of his arm, her cheeks still burning hot: "My mother has long recognized you as a son-in-law, and told me to work hard. Such a high-quality resource cannot be let go."

Tang Zhihuan: "..."

Walking in the snow is indeed very romantic. Tang Zhihuan looked up at the night sky, and the stars were shining brightly.

Song Xixi sighed, although Tang Zhihuan said that it doesn't matter if I take the Imperial Capital University or not, but: "If I fail the Imperial Capital University, will I meet you at the age of 27?"

"No, you can work hard to take one or two exams in an imperial city."

"What if I fail the exam?"

"Don't study too much, and don't relax too much." The man pinched her soft little hand helplessly, worried that she would be cold, and stuffed it into his pocket: "Your family just loves you too much."

"Hee hee, then you don't pet me?"

Tang Zhihuan also laughed: "It's only natural for me to spoil you, you are my little wife."

Song Xixi felt warm in his heart, stopped walking, and could only see a vague shadow of the man beside him: "The little wife wants a kiss!"

At this moment, Tang Zhihuan felt personally that kissing on a snowy night is more romantic than walking on a snowy night.

(End of this chapter)