Forced Marriage: Super Petite Wife

"I'm back."

Cheng Yi hung up the phone and went out of the kitchen. He heard Yang Xiao's voice.

Cheng Yi stands there and looks at Yang Xiao at the entrance.

The ceiling lamp in the porch is a warm yellow lamp. The light sprinkles on Yang Xiao. His face and his golden rimmed spectacles are glittering.

Like an angel against the light.

Cheng Yi is ashamed of what he thinks.

How can such a person hurt him with false feelings.

"You're still there. It's nice." Yang Xiao looked at Cheng Yi and showed a warm smile.

Yang Xiao changed his shoes, walked over easily and said to Cheng Yi, "guess what I bought?"

Cheng Yi said, "coconut small square."

There's no suspense. Is that a guess?

You went out and bought this.

"I also bought what you like." Yang Xiao motioned Cheng Yi to sit down in the living room.

"I can do anything."

Cheng Yi followed him and followed his footsteps.

Yang Xiao is very tall, and her figure can almost cover her whole person.

He doesn't smell like an ordinary surgeon or disinfectant. Instead, he has the freshness of mint all the time.

"Back?" aunt Wan squinted at the wall clock in the living room and said, "well, it's very fast."

"It's evening. If the road is not blocked, I'll drive faster." Yang Xiao took out coconut Xiaofang, handed it to Aunt Wan and said, "I'm not afraid you've been waiting for a long time to complain about me."

Yang Xiao handed Cheng Yi's share, but he just watched them eat.

"What about yours?" Cheng Yi asked.

"I don't need dessert."

"Why?"

"Watching you eat, I'm sweet enough." Yang Xiao smiled shyly.

"When did you wipe honey on your mouth?" aunt Wan smiled vaguely.

Yang Xiao ignored, lowered his head and carefully peeled the orange for Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi likes eating oranges. He remembers clearly.

"I specifically asked, not sour, but sweet." Yang Xiao handed Cheng Yi the orange petals.

Cheng Yi took it and put it in his mouth. It was sweet and a little sour. The juice burst between his lips and teeth. The fresh aroma invaded the whole taste bud.

"Is it sweet?"

Yang Xiao's concerned eyes, with a smile.

Cheng Yi nodded.

"Ouch, my old woman is here. It's so eye-catching." aunt Wan said bitterly, "if you want to know whether it's sweet, just try it yourself. You're so eager to stretch your head and wait for others to tell you, really..."

Yang Xiao's face was very unnatural. There was a cold wind outside and his cheeks were slightly hot.

"Have you finished?" he stiffly took aunt Wan's plate and said, "go to bed after eating. You talk so much."

"I sleep with Xiaocheng." aunt Wan raised her eyebrows.

Yang Xiao shook his head helplessly and said, "I know."

What's the use of telling me? I can't sleep with her.

Damn it.

He took the dishes to the kitchen to wash. Aunt Wan went to take a bath. Cheng Yi cleaned up the rest and took them to the kitchen.

Yang Xiao stood by the sink, looking very short.

He bent over to wash the dishes.

Cheng Yiyi leaned by the door and looked at him. After thinking, he didn't say anything.

How can you ask others to fake your evaluation report.

People are not related to you. Why should they take risks for you.

"Have something to say?" Yang Xiao didn't look at her and said carelessly, "you're not so hesitant."

"No, I went to bed," Cheng Yi said.

"Er..." Yang Xiao said, "tomorrow is the weekend. I asked for leave. Take my mother to the horse farm to ride. Let's go together. You also need to relax."

"Riding?" Cheng Yi asked, "can you ride?"

"Surprised?" Yang Xiao raised his arm, made a Hercules movement, pointed to his biceps and said, "not all doctors are weak scholars!"

"I don't think you are weak," Cheng Yi said.

Equestrian, like golf, is an aristocratic sport.

It has not been popularized among the ordinary working class.

"When did you learn to ride a horse?" Cheng Yi asked.

"When I was a child," Yang Xiao said, "when I was a child, my mother often took me to the racecourse. Maybe I was timid at that time, and my mother wanted to exercise me..."

"Aunt Wan is a very powerful woman." Cheng Yi said, "I've never heard of you talking about your father."

Yang Xiao stopped, turned off the water, looked at Cheng Yi and said, "he died long ago."

When he said this, no one was sad, and there was no superfluous emotion.

It's like talking about someone who doesn't have much to do with it.

"It's getting late. Go to bed early. Good night." Yang Xiao whispered as he walked past her.

Cheng Yi and aunt Wan sleep in the big room, and Yang Xiao is alone in the study.

Lying in bed, Cheng Yi is a little uncomfortable.

She had proposed to lay a quilt and sleep on the ground. Aunt Wan refused, saying that the bed was so big that it was unnecessary.

Cheng Yi can only depend on her.

They can't sleep again and again. Aunt Wan has a ghost in her heart, and Cheng Yi is guilty of insomnia.

A few days ago, because the damned mu sifan injected her with high concentration drugs, she was drowsy all day. Now she has regained consciousness and insomnia has occurred again.

I didn't think about anything. I stared at the dark ceiling and didn't feel sleepy at all.

But she didn't move. Aunt Wan thought she was asleep, so she got up and crept out.

Cheng Yi narrowed her eyes and looked at her back. She had some questions in her heart.

Not long.

The door was opened again.

Through the gray moonlight, a tall figure appeared by the door.

Cheng Yi suddenly sat up.

"Who?" she asked.

Yang Xiao quickly stretched out his hand, turned on the light and said, "it's me."

His face was full of helplessness. Seeing that Cheng Yi was so alert, he was a little sorry and said, "did I wake you up?"

Cheng Yi shakes his head.

I didn't sleep at all. Why wake me up.

Yang Xiao was wearing a loose white sweater and dark gray trousers. His hair was a little messy and he didn't bring his glasses.

He was a little embarrassed, rubbed his hair and said, "my mother had to say that she couldn't get used to sleeping in a big room. She ran to my room. I just slept and was photographed by her. I... hey, don't get me wrong, I don't want to... I just sleep on the sofa, but I don't have a quilt. I want to come in and get a quilt."

Yang Xiao's eyes are weak when tired.

Like a lazy boy in a cartoon.

The slightly swollen double eyelids made his eyes a little more complicated than the usual fresh fan.

He rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm really sorry. I took the quilt and went out."

Cheng Yi said, "I'm afraid not."

"Ah? What?" Yang Xiao didn't react.

He was startled when the door closed quickly and the door was locked back.

He took a step, went to the door, twisted the door handle hard, but he couldn't push the door open.

Yang Xiao took the door handle with both hands and borrowed strength from the wall.

"Mom..." Yang Xiao glanced at Cheng Yi secretly, lowered his voice and said angrily, "stop making trouble, open the door! I warn you, Ms. Yang Wanzhi, your behavior is very irrational!"

Cheng Yi has long heard aunt Wan's footsteps, and has long seen her eavesdropping outside the door through the corner of her eye.

Lock the door and break Yang Xiao's way.

Such a mind is very obvious.