Husband, Please Stop Flirting

In the afternoon, facing the sky like pouring out raw materials, the wind was clear and the mood was good. He hummed and walked out of the apartment building. The location chosen by Lin Zixiang is perfect. The greening environment of the community is excellent. There are large supermarkets a few steps away. There are occasional children playing downstairs. When you go out, you can see the small canal connected with the sea. The wind walked slowly in the garden. Lin Zixiang next to her looked so happy and forgot how much trouble she had paid to find a house.

"Is it a little burden to give too expensive gifts to neighbors?" pushing the shopping cart, the wind looked at the surrounding scene clearly and strangely. Those arranged promotion counters made it impossible for her to remove her eyes from the top. "God, these bowls are only a dozen yuan. And these garbage cans, pots and pans are so cheap!" Feng ChuChu almost wanted to drill himself in. Lin Zixiang listened to her awkwardly and looked at her waving hand. It was too late to pretend that he didn't know her.

Fengchuchu hasn't come to a supermarket for a long time. All the food and clothing expenses are prepared by mother Zhang at home.

Several times, Feng ChuChu wanted to go with Zhang's mother, but was coldly rejected by Si Yeqing, "do you want them to know that the young grandmother of the Si family will go to the supermarket in person?" why not? Feng ChuChu had such a question in her heart, but she didn't say it. She was still quiet at home, collected her wish to go to the supermarket and buried it in the deepest place in her heart.

"Wow, everything here is very cheap! Zixiang, is there no oven in the kitchen? I think I need a bread machine and yogurt machine. Do you think so?" Feng looked back and asked Lin Zixiang excitedly. Before he could answer, Feng ChuChu had stuffed those large and small machines into the shopping cart with lightning speed. "Well, what do you want to answer?" Lin Zixiang said to himself, pushing the shopping cart that had been piled high.

Lin Zixiang was able to predict how spectacular the entrance area would be when he left later.

"What does this man do? Do he shoot TV programs?" many people are talking about him when he sees such a big hand. Lin Zixiang can still understand. After all, he has been trapped in the company's house for so many years. He doesn't understand the outside world. He feels fresh and wants to try. It's understandable. "There are also fresh biscuits and snacks here! Shall we buy some of these things for our neighbors?"

Lin Zixiang nodded. This is really a good idea.

"Then help me move in!" I looked at the way the wind was clearly and laboriously carrying two paper boxes and stuffed them into the shopping cart. Lin Zixiang was afraid that she would flash to her waist and hurried over. Then he asked incomprehensibly, "Why are you carrying the box?" Feng ChuChu heard this and asked with a blank face: "I just calculated that there are three families on the first floor. According to the standard of five for each family, there are 23 floors in total. We have to move several boxes!"

Twenty three floors! Lin Zixiang closed his eyes and told himself frequently in his heart not to be angry or excited. All this is understandable.

"Neighbors, just give them to the same floor. If you have to improve the neighborhood relationship, there are at most eight people upstairs and downstairs. Why should you give them to the whole building?" Lin Zixiang persuaded him. He quickly put the paper box back in place, patted Feng ChuChu's shoulder, saw her ten wronged look, comforted and said, "listen to me, there's nothing wrong, let's walk ahead!" Feng ChuChu also looked back at the paper boxes reluctantly. Lin Zixiang was in a cold sweat. If he didn't stop it, I'm afraid Feng ChuChu would empty the whole supermarket today.

Two people from the fresh area and holding a pile of strange seafood, pushing two shopping carts, arms still holding a pile, crowded near the cashier. The staff of the supermarket were so frightened by such a big battle that they immediately came forward and opened a new cashier counter. Their eyes seemed to want to treat them as vvvips immediately. "Sir, the total is 56872..." reported such figures, but they were stunned. They watched Lin Zixiang take out his card, pay the bill, whisper softly and say, "how could it be so expensive?"

"Aren't they all more than ten pieces, more than twenty pieces..."

Looking at the expression of Feng ChuChu, Lin Zixiang didn't care. It was much less than he expected. "Those things seem to be much cheaper than one of your clothes at Si's house, but a little makes a lot! Think about it, if I didn't stop you just now, there would be more biscuits and snacks in those paper boxes..." Lin Zixiang said, patting Feng Chui's shoulder, smiling and comforting, and said: "It's all right. I know this time. I'll count it in your house purchase arrears. I'll give you a change at most, fifty thousand."

"I thank you." Feng ChuChu whispered, complaining, but did not dare to say loudly, "if you had just told me, would I be able to buy less? I think you did it on purpose! What a calculated businessman, profiteer!" Feng ChuChu whispered behind, saying that all these words fell into Lin Zixiang's ears, and the corners of his mouth raised gently.

At the time of settlement, the cashier secretly said to him, "you are really a favorite wife!"

"Well, she's still a child's nature. I can afford to buy what she wants. Of course, I won't stop her." Lin Zixiang naturally replied without explanation or clarification. Of course, these doubts and misunderstandings are clearly unknown to the wind. She also did not know that today's dependence existed like honey in Lin Zixiang's heart. At least, the two of them are slowly approaching. That's enough.

On the way back, there was an uncle selling sugar blowing people on the street. He was looking at it from the window when he was waiting for the traffic light.

"Want to eat?" Lin Zixiang asked suspiciously. Feng ChuChu shook his head and said nothing. "Then, I'll drive away!" Lin Zixiang didn't insist. He stepped on the accelerator and left. Feng ChuChu murmured his mouth. What he thought was that he had filled in so much trouble for Lin Zixiang, so don't continue. But none of her expressions fell into Lin Zixiang's eyes, which made him raise his mouth.

It seems that the girl sitting on the co pilot has returned to the way she looked fat with two ponytails when she was a child.