My Husband Is Gay

"What are you laughing at?"

At lunch, Yuan Lang returned to his bedroom at the time they had agreed. He looked at the woman who seemed to be a little different from that in the daytime, with a faint smile on her face. It surprised him.

It was a special feeling, as if something was out of his control.

It's not a good feeling.

Song Anxi was not willing to directly ask and answer yuan Lang's question. This game is interesting to hide and tuck in.

"If you don't come back. I went to sleep. But you're really on time. When you say you will arrive. " She said almost joking words, but did not wait for yuan Lang to speak. Then he said, "by the way, where do you sleep tonight?"

Yuan Lang raised his eyebrows. Do you have good advice? "

Hateful false tenderness -- song Anxi is in the bottom of my heart. The smile on the face is endless, as sincere as you want to be.

"Yes, since you already know my gender. You said you liked me. I also said that I like you very much. That is to say, we are in love. So, next, should we talk about getting married? "

"Marriage?" Yuan Lang's expression was slightly stiff. But there was only a fleeting reaction, followed by an understanding smile in the eyes.

"I also feel that it's really unfair for you to live with me in such an identity. pretty good. We should be married again. "

Song Anxi laughed, "but that's only the second half of the plan."

"Oh, you mean there's another part?" Yuan Lang showed great interest.

Yes, this is what I want to see, but it's not your real appearance. I finally know -

Song Anxi nodded: "the first half is related to the second half. If the first half is not done well, there is no second half. Let's not be cynical. The first half of what I said is what every new couple should do before they get married. "

"Do you mean to propose a marriage or something?"

Song Anxi shook his head. "How can it be so simple? Besides, it's boring to ask you to propose marriage with my relatives. The first half of our work is to talk about love love

"Hiss What is love? "

"Falling in love is the process of trying to communicate. That is to say, both men and women can deepen their mutual understanding of each other, and show their own advantages and disadvantages, so that the other side can see their own most real aspects of a process

Yuan Lang showed an expression of sudden realization. If such an expression had been put in front of her, song Anxi would have felt a great sense of achievement. But now, she only thinks that it is an expression that caters to her psychology. This guy, he's very good. Really know what kind of posture she this little woman wants, and what kind of love she yearns for. However, those are the most superficial things. If the person in front of her can't understand her heart seriously, even if he can't perform on the surface, he won't get her final approval.

Love is not a performance, like is not casual talk. If this guy has been sticking to the "I like you" look, but has never seriously considered the meaning of liking, then it's better to take a picture and leave it as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, song Anxi's determination is more firm. Although she admitted that Yuan Lang's moves against her were very effective, and she knew when she needed what expressions and words, she believed that the real thing could not be replaced by falsehood. Perhaps temporarily may be blinded eyes, but, Lu Yao knows horsepower, see people's heart over time.

"So what is love?" It's like listening to a famous actor's voice. Although the scene is not bad, the lines are very good, but it is not put into the heart, always feel good fake.

"It's easy." Song Anxi smiles and pats yuan Lang's arm -- the first basic rule of getting close to the object who lacks care since childhood: try to keep the necessary occasional physical contact with the other party, so that the other party can feel your existence - "that is, from now on, from the most basic start, to ask each other questions, likes, habits, experiences, dreams and so on, as long as you think about it All questions can be asked. Of course, please grasp the way and occasion of asking questions, because from now on, we will have a preliminary contact with each other as boyfriends and boyfriends who don't know each other well. Anyway, I don't know you much, and you don't know me very well

So

Yuan Lang looked directly at the pair of eyes that looked directly at him. There was no impurity in those eyes. Only in simple words, there were four words like this.

It's true

He thought, making such a judgment.

"It's fun. Well, I think I get what you mean. You mean, from now on, as two people we don't know each other, we want to pursue each other to become our own partner. Therefore, each other's every move, every smile, even a casual look will become the content of our own judgment for each other. " Yuan Lang made a preliminary expanded interpretation of song Anxi's love affair, which was approved by song Anxi with a smile."Comprehension is high." Song an was stunned. Suddenly he saw that he had just touched the palm of Yuan Lang's arm and said, "I can't see that you are very muscular."

"Chicken?" Yuan Lang doubted whether he had a problem with his comprehension. How could the woman who insisted on calling him a nickname always say words that he could not immediately understand.

Song anxiously laughed, "it's here, here, and here. It's hard. It feels strong. Well, such a man can make women feel safe. "

Yuan Lang looked at his body part which song Anxi called "chicken". What does this have to do with chicken. What's more, people in this country don't like people who have too much physical strength. The literati are guests of the imperial court and other institutions. Most women will hate him like him.

"Don't you like poems and songs?" Yuan Lang asked softly.

Song Anxi looks at Yuan Lang with his head tilted. The soft voice is not suitable for such a handsome man with a pair of super model body. Such a handsome man should be suitable for a voice that makes people feel strong all over. Even if it's not loud, it's exciting.

He was talking to himself in a false voice -

song an was pleased to come to such a conclusion. However, the question yuan Lang just asked was one that he really wanted to know the answer to.

"If I didn't have to hand in the exam assignment, I wouldn't recite it. What's more, I really don't have the talent to recite poems. So, at best, I can only say that I don't hate or like it. And, listen to your tone, it seems that women should like this. Why do you think so? "

Yuan Lang's pupils cast a little surprise. Although he recovered his previous expression of interest in a moment, it did not escape song Anxi's eyes.

"Oh, I see. Do women in this country like this kind of thing very much? Oh, yes! I've heard Luo song say that science and technology, culture and economy have been developing in this country. Don't tell me that the so-called culture here refers to those poems and poems that are too sour to be true? "

"Don't you know the history of our country?" Yuan Lang asked suspiciously.

Song Anxi shook his head. "Is it necessary to understand that kind of thing? Besides, because I didn't want to marry on behalf of others, I once fell down from the roof. As a result, I broke my brain. You see, there is a scar here. I can't see my hair normally. But it made me forget a lot of things. So don't expect me to say anything about state affairs. "

Song Anxi said, lifting the hair on her forehead that had been trimmed by her, revealing a long scar on her left forehead.

Fresh scar marks prove that the injury was not long ago. Looking at the ferocious scar, Yuan Lang's heart was pulled up like, suddenly some pain.

“…… Does it hurt? " He raised his hand to touch the scar, but song Anxi hid him.

"It doesn't hurt at all now. It's OK. "

Song Anxi noticed his evasion behavior, which caused yuan Lang's surprised expression. She couldn't help but feel proud. In the past, Yuan Lang was too good-looking and too gentle, and completely bewitched her heart. Now, she finally knows that enough should be stopped and where the girl's reserve should be maintained.

In addition, it is a very necessary principle in the communication between men and women.

"Why don't you want to marry me?" Yuan Lang smiles and puts his hand down as if nothing had happened. Song Anxi thought, this is not enough, this man's limit has not been forced out, in the end is to use a bit of hard work.

"I forgot, too. However, think about it, I feel very lucky, still alive. Otherwise, how could I meet you? "

Yuan Lang habitually revealed what people would misread as happy and happy expression.

That's fake - Song Anxi is a little sad to realize what the real situation is. Just as Ji qianze told himself just now, the real yuan Lang would not feel happy or happy for such a little warmth of language, nor would he feel happy because someone said he liked it. Such a heart has been cooled for a long time, looking forward to the man who has already lost his hope, what he needs is more warmth, more real warmth.

"Well, it's late at night. The topic will continue tomorrow. It's time to sleep today." Song Anxi said.

Yuan Lang gently smile, "OK, how do you want to arrange tonight?"

Song Anxi looked at the bean light in the study, and then looked at the bed which was too quiet on one side. She laughed a little sinister.

"You sleep in bed, I sleep on the floor. Before, because of my willfulness, you slept in the chair for four days. For the sake of fairness, I made the floor for four days and you slept in the bed for four days. Then we'll go to bed together

Principle 2 - fairness. The fairness of the starting point represents that at the beginning of the relationship, it doesn't matter who let whom. This kind of fairness makes the other party feel the same.

“…… You'll get sick. " Yuan Lang looked at Song Anxi, and there was no discussion in his tone.

That's it. This is the real yuan Lang. It can't be said that, without discussion, it's right to make decisions to cherish ourselves forever. You can't hear the wrong voice and disobey your own orders.Like a born king.

Song Anxi said with a heartfelt smile: "don't worry, if you think I will be ill, you will hold me in the middle of the night. As long as you don't wake me up. In this way, at least I will feel sorry for you. Besides, it's not that I'm deliberately relying on your bed. "

Yuan Lang couldn't laugh or cry. What kind of answer is this? It's a rude and unreasonable behavior, but he can't find the right language to refute. This strange jumping off woman, what kind of idea, will constantly surprise and marvel at him.

Turn out the lights and go to bed.

One was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and conscious; the other was lying on the ground, counting the lambs with open eyes.

"Asleep?"

Someone who counted the lambs and expected the dream God to come quickly spoke.

Yuan Lang opens his eyes and smiles silently at the darkness.

"No

"Sing a song. It's a lullaby. " By the way, you can't guess if you want to listen to someone's voice.

"Can't sing..."

This is the truth.

the bitter taste is too weak, but it is more and more indifferent, so that song Anxi can hear only sour and uncomfortable.

She rubbed her nose and thought about it.

"Then I'll sing it to you. I can sing well."

"Good."

Song Anxi thought for a moment and added, "if you feel bad, don't interrupt me."

"Good."

"If you feel good, don't praise me."

"Good."

"If, when I sing, you want to sleep, you must fall asleep."

“…… Good. "

I didn't ask why, I didn't complain. I didn't have any questions and refutations. I just gave a good answer. Yuan Lang, am I that good?

"This song is called" baby. " She is a female singer in the 21st century. She is called Zhang Xuan's song. Song Anxi can only sing a few words, but she can still edit the lyrics temporarily. She wants to sing this song tonight. She thinks it is suitable for someone to listen to, and suitable for her own mood.

"My baby, baby, you are my rose, let me sleep well tonight; my little devil, little devil, give you a little sweetness, so that you don't have insomnia tonight..."

La la la la la, my baby, I hope I miss you every day; la la la la la, my kid, as long as you come to accompany me in this life.

It's late at night and I'm asleep. The lower and lower the song was repeated, and finally it died down.

The man in the bed moved and sat up. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark. He got out of bed and went to someone sleeping on the cold ground. The latter has fallen asleep in the past, the quilt is not covered well, the position of the stomach shows a good big piece. It's cold to look at.

"I haven't heard of it, but That's good. "

He said softly to the sleeping song Anxi. There was no answer but the faint breath.