His Sunny Wife

evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on a rubber tree on the balcony.

Xia xiaonuan is sitting on the rattan chair on the balcony outside the bedroom. On the low table in front of him is a basket with wool inside.

She's working on a needle, a thread, seriously.

Sunlight hit her side face, forming a pink halo.

Because of the rapture of weaving, I didn't notice anyone coming.

After weaving for a long time, she felt a little tired, so she rubbed her eyes with her hands.

Just then, suddenly, I heard Nangong Yaoling's voice.

"What are you doing?"

Xia xiaonuan is scared. She turns around and sees Nangong Yaoling rushing out of her bedroom and in front of her, grabbing the half knitted grey vest in her hand.

"What is this?" Nangong Yaoling was shocked to look at the sweater in his hand. He took another look at Xia xiaonuan's red eyes and couldn't help raising the volume: "Xia xiaonuan, what are you doing?"

Xia xiaonuan said: "are you back? I... " She subconsciously wanted to get back the sweater in his hand, and said, "I didn't do anything..."

Nangong Yaoling took the sweater to heaven with a gloomy face, grabbed her wrist, and asked inconceivably:

"Xiao Nuan, do you know your current physical condition? You're still weaving? Can your body stand it now? "

"It doesn't matter." Xia xiaonuan saw that his face was very ugly. Although he didn't understand why he suddenly got so angry, even if he didn't like her weaving, just tell him.

But she knew that he had been in a bad mood recently, and she could understand it, so she just said gently, "don't worry, I'll take a rest when I'm tired. It's just to pass the time. You don't have to worry..."

"I don't worry. How can I not worry?" Nangong Yaoling suddenly yelled at her with an iron face:

"Xia xiaonuan, do you have a long heart? I'm worried about you to death. How are you? Just tossing your body like this. Are you crazy, woman

"Why are you so loud!" Xia xiaonuan was a little angry when he yelled at him. He stretched out his hand and said rigidly, "give me back the things..."

Nangong Yaoling suddenly raised his hand and threw the half knitted sweater down the glass barrier.

Xia xiaonuan was completely shocked by his action.

She got up, ran to the railing, and saw that her morning sweaters were left on the lawn downstairs, with long threads dragging.

She looks pale and reaches out her hand to pull it. As a result, Nangong Yaoling rushes her step, grabs the thread ball on the table and throws it down.

Xia xiaonuan's whole body is stiff.

She turned and looked at Nangong Yaoling in shock.

"Nangong Yaoling, you are crazy!" She cried angrily, her eyes red.

Nangong Yaoling grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the bedroom.

"I'm insane. You're going to make me insane! I tell you, I'm not going to weave any more of this mess! From now on, you don't do anything. Go back and lie down now! "

Xia xiaonuan was dragged to the door of the bedroom by him. She grabbed the door of the bedroom with one hand and refused to go in.

While struggling, he cried out with tears: "you let me go, Nangong Yaoling, I don't need you! If you think I'm bored, you can send me back to China, and you don't have to worry about my life or death any more! "

She felt very uncomfortable, because she had been knitting sweaters for him all day,

with pain