Madam, Do You Like Me Again

How could I not like it, I just like it to death.

They were similar in height, Su Jian slightly leaned sideways in Qin Yuefeng's arms, put her arms around her waist, pinched the hairpin that was just taken off, and looked at it carefully, bending her lips and smiling, "I want to see your hair curled up."

The hollow moire of the ebony hairpin is finely carved, and the smooth lines are like winding mountains and gurgling mountain streams. The wood is warm and delicate, and the light sandalwood is elegant.

Su Jian sniffed lightly, the sandalwood had the soft scent of Qin Yuefeng's hair, which smelled very well.

Qin Yuefeng was reluctant to refuse his wife's request. She smiled and replied. When Su Jian saw enough hairpins to return to her, Qin Yuefeng turned her back, gathered her long hair into a bunch, and twisted it clockwise to the right.

Tighten the long hair and twist it into a circle around his fingers, and Qin Yuefeng inserted the hairpin from right to left into the hair following the steps he wrote down.

The movements were not skillful, the curled hair fell a few strands, Su Jian watched fixedly, at the moment Qin Yuefeng curled up her hair, he couldn't restrain and hugged her from behind.

Qin Yuefeng smiled and turned her head back, Su Jian pressed her face to the back of her neck, and her waist was tightened tightly. His heartbeat was violent across the clothes. Qin Yuefeng felt it, and his heartbeat accelerated.

"Teach me how to wind up my hair too." The days to come will be long. Su Jian closed his eyes and imagined that when they get old and full of white hair, Qin Yuefeng's way of curling up her hair will definitely make her heart fascinating.

It's just that by then they are both old grandmothers with trembling hands, and they can no longer stretch their hands flexibly behind their heads like they did when they were young, and close their long hair easily.

Qin Yuefeng raised her hand to caress Sujian's hair, her voice was always gentle, "If you don't use it, I can teach you now."

There is only one hairpin, Su Jian looked up at the hair curled up in front of her eyes, her heart is soft|soft, she hasn't seen enough, "Teach me later."

There were two palm-sized potatoes in the sink. Qin Yuefeng was washing the potatoes when Su Jian came back. Su Jian let go of Qin Yuefeng and said, "Now we have to make dinner."

She found a good reason, Qin Yuefeng smiled, "You wait for me for a while." Then she left the kitchen.

The sound of footsteps went towards the living room. After a while, Qin Yuefeng came back with a maroon red retro long wooden box in his hand, with brass locks on it, and the surface was beautifully decorated.

Su Jian didn't know why, Qin Yuefeng smiled and opened the wooden box with a hairpin inside. The carved pattern and the material of the hairpin were similar to the one on Qin Yuefeng's head.

"This hairpin is a pair." One of the two grooves in the suede interior was empty. Qin Yuefeng took out the hairpin lying in the other groove and placed the wooden box on the stage.

Without taking the hairpin on Qin Yuefeng's head, Su Jian consciously turned his back to her, Qin Yuefeng took Su Jian's hand and put the hairpin on her hand, holding Su Jian's left hand, "I will teach you now."

Mr. Qin, who had just learned for less than an hour, taught Mr. Su, who didn't know how to handle his hair, hand-in-hand.

As for dinner, Qingqing is full of water, and they are not hungry at all at the moment.

With her slender fingers sticking together, Qin Yuefeng curled her **** and index finger around her hair, explaining step by step in detail, "The hairpin is inserted from here|in, and the hair can be fixed."

The teacher taught carefully, the students listened distractedly, and Su Jian's heart was shaken by the numbness brought by the fingertips on the scalp. She followed Qin Yuefeng's movements in a daze, and Qin Yuefeng said what she did.

When those hands left, and the long hair draped on his shoulders were all set behind his head, Su Jian finally recovered.

Qin Yuefeng's gentle voice sounded in her ears, and her gentle voice pinched the soft tip of his heart. Qin Yuefeng asked, "Have you learned it?"

It is impossible to teach it only once, and Su Jian is not learning either.

Su Jian curled up his mouth and smiled, touched his curled hair and turned to face Qin Yuefeng, "I didn't learn it."

Teacher Qin was very patient. He looked at Xiao Su who was smiling and leaned forward and kissed her lips, "I will teach you slowly in the future."

"it is good."

It's good to teach for a lifetime.

Both of them had their hair curled up, and Su Jian's gaze swept across the clean and tidy kitchen countertop and landed in the sink. She looked at the two big potatoes and asked Qin Yuefeng, "Fried potato shreds at night?"

This kind of entry-level simple dish is very suitable for Qin Yuefeng.

The other ingredients were placed in the refrigerator and before they had time to take them out for processing, Qin Yuefeng went to open the door and said, "Aunt Zhou has prepared a lot and has everything he wants to eat."

Aunt Zhou is their housekeeping aunt. She doesn't tell her to come to the house at a fixed time to clean up. She doesn't live far away. If she has any needs, she can get there in ten minutes.

When he learned that Mr. Qin was going to cook dinner by himself, Aunt Zhou was so shocked that he almost posted it to Moments.

She still held back and did not preach about President Qin's cooking, but silently prepared the ingredients as instructed.

Looking at the full refrigerator, Su Jian was in a daze and remembered the past.

She cooks and cooks when she has time. Qin Yuefeng is busy, and when she comes home late, she always lets her eat first, and sits down to eat together only a few times.

Recalling the waiting while sitting at the table alone, Su Jian felt sour and wanted to cry.

She was stunned for a long time, Qin Yuefeng closed the refrigerator door and returned to Su Jian, acting softly as if treating a fragile treasure, carefully holding Su Jian in her arms.

They spent more than a year together. It was not long but not short. Qin Yuefeng thought very carefully. Observing his words, he could see that Su Jian remembered the sad things, and these sad things were 80% related to him.

Qin Yuefeng apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry." Reluctant to bear Qin Yuefeng's low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, Su Jian suppressed the emotions in his heart and spoke to her with a relaxed smile, "I just looked at the ingredients in a refrigerator and didn't know what to eat."

Qin Yuefeng was silent and hugged a little tighter.

The atmosphere turned hurt. Su Jian pursed his lips and raised his hand to hug Qin Yuefeng. The person who should have been coaxed was himself, but Su Jian coaxed Qin Yuefeng, "Ms. Qin, are you going to starve your girlfriend? ?"

Qin Yuefeng smiled when she heard the three words for girlfriend. She turned her head and talked to Su Jian next to her auricle, and the air that came out of her flickered her frizzy hair, and the atmosphere became ambivalent, "Want to go first? eat me?"

Qin would actually say such a thing? !

Su Jian's heartbeat suddenly messed up, feeling that a drunk deer was ramming into his narrow heart, causing people's heart to become numb. Su Jian pushed Qin Yuefeng away, his cheeks burning, "What are you talking about."

The pushed Qin Yuefeng stepped back two steps, and stood steadily, with the corners of her mouth raised, "I said, I will cook dinner now."

After a long time of trouble, it was getting late, Su Jian took off his coat and found the apron from the drawer of the cupboard, together with Qin Yuefeng.

Qin Yuefeng was still washing potatoes, splashing water dripping on his shirt and pants from time to time, like a splash-ink painting, Su Jian looked at the apron in his hand, and then pulled out a new one from the drawer.

She walked behind Qin Yuefeng and asked Qin Yuefeng to raise her hand. Qin Yuefeng raised her arm obediently and glanced down. The apron tied to her body was pink with cherry blossom petals.

From the previous cherry blossom pink windbreaker to the current cherry blossom pink apron, Qin Yuefeng looked back at Su Jian, "Tomorrow I will find someone to paint the house again."

The walls of the house are clean and tidy, and there are no cracks or fall off. Why do you need to repaint?

Qin Yuefeng answered Su Jian's doubts in the next sentence, "Brush it into cherry blossom powder."

After realizing that she was doing it for herself, Su Jian smiled, tied Qin Yuefeng a beautiful symmetrical bow, and refused with a smile, "No, I don't like pink."

Don't like pink? Qin Yuefeng looked at Su Jian in disbelief.

Su Jian, wearing a navy blue apron, took the peeler from the shelf and handed it to Qin Yuefeng, "I just like to see you in pink and look young."

Qin Yuefeng: "..."

Qin Yuefeng rushed to clean her hand, clasped Su Jian's chin with wet fingers, pulled it up and took a bite, "I was young."

There was a slight pain in the bitten lips, a slight numbness and itching, Su Jian wiped off the cold water droplets on his chin with the back of his hand, touched the bitten place, laughed and teased, "Yes, a young man in his thirties. people."

Don't kill me.

Qin Yuefeng smiled indulgently, her beautiful eyes gleaming. She likes to get along with each other easily. She can feel that their hearts are slowly getting closer, and the barriers and scars caused by the neglect and divorce are gradually melting away.

Doorbell rang.

Aunt Zhou, who was worried that Mr. Qin would burn the kitchen, decided to come to Mr. Qin to help and beat him after thinking about it.

When she came at an untimely time, Qin Yuefeng was hugging Su Jian and pressing her against the refrigerator. Hearing the door bell, Su Jian, who was almost suffocated, turned her head away and breathed, "Who's here?"

Qin Yuefeng smiled and leaned close, breathing at the same frequency as hers, and the temperature between her breaths was full of each other's temperature, "I'll go and see, you're here to wait for me obediently."

"Yeah." Su Jian responded softly, remembering the approach of Cai just now, a bright blush in his ears.

When Qin Yuefeng went to the entrance, Su Jian sorted out Li's messy clothes, stretched it flat, and leaned over to pick up the two aprons on the ground to pat the dust.

Before the person came back, the amiable laughter came over first. Aunt Zhou followed Qin Yuefeng to the kitchen, carrying a lacquered white heat preservation box in her hand.

She didn't know that Su Jian was at home, and her parents said a little too short, "Mr. Qin, did you suddenly want to cook for your wife?" Aunt Zhou smiled and mentioned the past, "Madam complained about you before, she didn't know. you……"

Qin Yuefeng pulled Aunt Zhou to stop. Qin Yuefeng didn't like to have physical contact with others. Aunt Zhou was pulled by her and her heartbeat stopped suddenly.

What's wrong, did you say something wrong? President Qin today is too abnormal.

Could it be that Mrs. Qin and President Qin were completely reconciled last night? Madam moved back to live?

Aunt Zhou was getting older, but her hearing was not diminished. When she was young, she listened carefully. There was no movement from other people in the house, and the kitchen was so quiet that there was no sound of a range hood.

Qin Yuefeng smiled with a calm expression, and reminded Aunt Zhou to keep silent, "I am not the only one at home."

Aunt Zhou quickly closed her mouth when she heard it, but she was so curious that she couldn't help but glanced in the direction of the master bedroom on the second floor.

Qin Yuefeng saw her sight and motioned to the kitchen, "In the kitchen."

When I walked to the door of the kitchen and saw that there were really people in the kitchen, Aunt Zhou hurriedly smiled and said hello to Su Jian, "Good morning, madam."

Almost accidentally told the secret.

Su Jian was picking up ingredients while driving the refrigerator. He turned his head and called Aunt Zhou, and took out a bag of fresh green okra.

"The lotus root ribs soup is boiled at home." Aunt Zhou said when she raised the insulation box, "The newly dug lotus root in the quagmire is delicious."

With Su Jian here, Aunt Zhou is assured that this kitchen will not be burned.

She put down the insulation box, "I'm here to deliver this, so I won't bother you." Aunt Zhou said to leave, thinking of her status as a housekeeping aunt, she felt it was inappropriate to go straight away, "Shall I make dinner?"

"No." Qin Yuefeng refused simply and neatly, holding Su Jian's shoulders, his wife-wife relationship was very harmonious, "Su Jian is enough."

Aunt Zhou left in a hurry, leaving room for them to heat up.

Only the two of them were left in the house. Su Jian, who listened to them with his breath, recalled what Aunt Zhou hadn't said before, always feeling that Qin Yuefeng's interruption was too deliberate.

Do not know what is this?

I wonder if Qin Yuefeng actually knew that she had complained about her?

With Su Jian's intuition, absolutely not.

Qin Yuefeng was in charge of dinner. Su Jian helped clean up the ingredients, took off his apron, and handed the kitchen to Qin Yuefeng, "I'll go outside and wait to taste your craft."

"Aren't you helping me?" Qin Yuefeng was surprised.

"I have finished helping." Su Jian left with a smile.

Next, I have to rely on myself. Qin Yuefeng took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the food software, and learned to cook from the recipe.

She has a good memory and can write down the flow of each step after reading it. She was watching, and a message came in.

"Ms. Qin, Mrs. Qin asked me if you have something to hide from her, do I want to tell her those things?"

Qin Yuefeng glanced in the direction of the living room, then replied calmly, "Don't tell her."