Poor Mommy and rich daddy

A vegetable market near my home.

Tong Xinyi picked up the peas, rape, and took a few garlic, "OK, that's all! How much is it? "

After the peddler said it, he handed it to her

Tongxinyi took the dish, took out the mobile phone, ready to scan the code——

Head Ding, accompanied by a man's loose voice, "I pay!"

Tongxinyi holding a mobile phone, ghost like looking at Qin frost.

Qin Shuang calmly took the dish in her hand, looked around, "what else do you want to buy, let's go?"

It's calm. It's like the unhappiness didn't happen just now.

Unlike his style, Tong Xinyi doesn't move. "Aren't you going out to eat?"

Don't ask good, a ask Qin frost to come angry, he complained of stare her one eye, "you don't go to me a person with ghost eat!"

Such a big restaurant, but also private, a person alone in front of so many flowers, think about all feel silly!

He is not a romantic person, no tongxinyi, he really would rather go home to eat instant noodles.

So he caught up.

Seeing Tong Xinyi disappear at the door of the nearby vegetable market, he also follows in.

He hasn't been to the vegetable market. They are all vendors and there are many people who buy vegetables. It's not easy to find someone. It took him a long time to find Tong Xinyi.

See Qin Shuang that face I am not happy, don't provoke me, Tong Xinyi smile, "go to buy something else!"

Accompanying Tong Xinyi to buy vegetables in the crowd, Qin Shuang, dressed in a suit and shoes, is white and gentle. At first glance, it seems that the elite will not come here to buy vegetables, so it attracts a lot of attention.

All the way to accept the baptism of people's eyes, Qin Shuang boss's awkward.

In contrast, tongxinyi is wearing Qin's brand, and her clothes are not cheap, but she carries her bag, carries her vegetables, greets people she knows, asks what she has bought, or skillfully selects vegetables in front of the stall, so she can easily integrate into this kind of market place without any sense of disobedience.

After walking for a while, looking at the rotten vegetable leaves on the ground and the smell of the air, Qin Shuang frowned, "why do you have to buy it here? Isn't it good to go to the supermarket? "

Tongxinyi is picking potatoes, casually replied, "it's cheap here!"

Qin Shuang is speechless, "Tong Xinyi, is the money I give you not enough to spend?"

Although he is not good to her, he never treats her badly in money.

Tong Xinyi just picked out the potatoes and handed them to the vendor. Hearing what he said, she looked around, shrugged her shoulders and said with a smile, "don't you think it's very good here?"

Qin Shuang wrinkled his nose, a look of disgust, "really did not see where good?"

Tong Xinyi smiles and doesn't explain to him.

Until she bought the dishes and got on the bus, Tong Xinyi said slowly, "there are people here, many people. I go off work every day, buy some dishes and talk with them again, and the time will pass, otherwise I will go home alone."

Smell speech, Qin frost for a long time did not move, hesitant to look at tongxinyi.

She looked up at the roof of the car, her eyes inadvertently showed sadness and desolation, and hurt Qin Shuang's heart.

Park the car, tongxinyi carrying vegetables to go up, Qin Shuang but around the back car.

Tong Xinyi looks back at him in wonder.

Qin Shuang's back of hand is behind her. She walks over with an uneasy face and holds it in front of her. "Originally, I wanted to send it to her at dinner, but if you don't go, I have to give it to you now, or it will rot in the car."

A big bunch of pink roses, petals with dew, delicate.

But it's Pink!

It's not red.

Tong Xinyi didn't pick up for a long time, Qin Shuang was at sixes and sevens.

If you go to the western restaurant, you can listen to the elegant Violin and send flowers at the same time. How nice the mood is. This shabby parking lot is a bunch of flowers that women probably dislike being dragged out of the back compartment.

He was not angry to put down, "don't forget it!"

He raised his hand to throw it, but was picked up by Tong Xinyi.

"Thank you

She held the flower to smile to him, the smile after the bouquet was sweet, more bright than the flower.

Qin Shuang doesn't know, which of the things he did before, Tong Xinyi can't smile at him so heartlessly?

But since she came back, she has been kind to him, except that she would turn over if he annoyed her.

Even a bunch of flowers can make her smile so sincerely to him.

"Don't you hate me?" Qin Shuang can't help asking a stupid question.

"Do you want me to hate you?" Tong Xinyi seems to say, if you want me to meet you!

"No, you don't hate the best!" Qin Shuang dry smile for a while, quickly diverged from the topic, "do you like it?"

Tong Xinyi nodded with a smile, handed the dish to him and left happily with the flowers.

Qin Shuang is so boring to see. A bunch of flowers is so happy. If you go to dinner and see so many flowers, is Tong Xinyi not happy to die?

……

At home, tongxinyi cut the flowers and put them in the vase.

When arranging flowers, she was always laughing and seemed to be in a good mood. She didn't cook until it was ready. For the first time, there was one more person in the kitchen besides Tong Xinyi. Qin Shuang holds his arm to watch Tong Xinyi wash and pick vegetables. He catches up with the examination paper seriously and rigorously. He can't help but again, "what do you want to eat? Just let the hotel send it here. Why is it so troublesome?" In his opinion, cooking is a waste of time. What else can one do and how troublesome it is to wash dishes? He didn't know how Tong Xinyi had been cooking alone for so long? Smelling speech, Tong Xinyi looked back at the man leaning against the door, and concentrated on washing vegetables, "because the stove is open, you can feel at home!" That's right! Qin Shuang silently looks at Tong Xinyi's busy figure in an apron. It's new to him. Except for her mother, he has never seen any women live for him. Now seeing Tong Xinyi, his wife dealing with firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, he has a different feeling in his heart. All of a sudden, he saw Tong Xinyi washing rice. He went up to see, "so few?" Tong Xin glanced at him and said, "why do I do so much alone?" 1、 People, people“ Not for me? " Qin Shuang can't accept pointing to her nose“ You didn't say you wanted to eat! " Tong Xinyi looks innocent. Seeing that she began to wash rice, Qin Shuang remembered that she didn't have his share in making breakfast in the morning. She used to make it for him. Woman, it's really cruel! Tong Xinyi is washing rice. A bowl of rice will fall from the sky! Mi Li's hands are everywhere. She stares at Qin Shuang speechless and says, "do more!" Tong Xinyi will certainly look at him, Qin Shuang's playful smile will not go down. He used to treat Tong Xinyi like that. Why did he ask her to cook for him? Suddenly feel quite boring, Qin Shuang licked the root of his teeth, turned and walked out“ Come and wash the rice if you want Qin Shuang looks back and looks at the water on Tong Xinyi's hand. She really wants to let go Let me wash it? " The second young master of the Qin family, who doesn't touch yangchunshui, points to himself again. He never does this. Tongxinyi Teng to put down the rice sieve, not happy, "how, want to eat should not pay some labor?" Qin Shuang reluctantly took over the rice sieve. Between dignity and eating, Qin Shuang chose the latter. A meal was quite pleasant. After that, Tong Xinyi went to wash the dishes. Under the yellow light and the murmuring water, she wore an apron and scattered a few wisps of broken glasses on her cheek. Occasionally, her glasses fell down and she gently helped them up with the back of her hand. Like a wife in all families. Qin Shuang looked at it for a long time and suddenly asked, "teacher Tong, you didn't come back just for Cheng Wei, did you?" For Cheng Wei's sake, she can draw a clear line with him and be a stranger under the eaves. But she didn't ignore him and even cooked for her. Sometimes the atmosphere is warm. Maybe it's not just Cheng Wei. But he was afraid of being sentimental