The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Why do you still cook?

Zhao Jingmiao was anxious, but she couldn't start to drag people out.

"I don't want it." She stood behind and said, "hurry up and go. If the neighbors see it, they will misunderstand."

"Misunderstanding what?" Qian Bao said, "didn't you say you didn't get married?"

It's no big deal to misunderstand.

Zhao Jingmiao, "..."

I can't answer this.

Then, I watched Qian Bao enter the kitchen.

Seeing that the old hen in the casserole on the stove didn't move, she went to turn on the fire, then went to the bathroom to pick up a basin of cold water, took a towel and looked at Zhao Jingmiao standing there, "come here."

Zhao Jingmiao, "..."

Does this person take this place too much as his home?

I didn't treat myself as an outsider at all.

"No, I can do it myself." Zhao Jingmiao bowed his head and said, "hurry up, I don't welcome you here."

"Why are you crying if you don't welcome me?" Qian Bao has a black face.

Up to now, this woman is still duplicity.

"This is my own business. It has nothing to do with you." Zhao Jingmiao said.

As a result, as soon as her voice fell, she was lifted up by Qian Bao.

"What are you doing? Put me down quickly." Zhao Jingmiao was startled and hit him several times, but Qian Bao held her tighter.

"If you don't want to fall down, just try harder." Qian Bao said.

Zhao Jingmiao, "..."

That's not her point at all, okay?

Qian Bao carried her directly into the room, then put her on the bed and said, "lie down and don't move."

He went out.

When he came in again, he came in with a basin and towel in his hand.

"Put it there and I'll come back by myself." Zhao Jingmiao stared at him angrily, "Qian Bao, you didn't understand what I said, did you?"

Qian Bao glanced at her, "I understand."

What else can I do if I understand?

"I didn't cry, but my eyes were uncomfortable." Zhao Jingmiao said, "you go, I'll cold compress myself later."

Qian Bao lowered his head and let out a sound, but the work in his hand was not pulled down at all.

"Close your eyes." Put the towel on her eyes. "It's a little cold. Please bear it."

Zhao Jingmiao, "..."

Now she understands that she really has no temper with this leopard.

"Qian Bao," Zhao Jingmiao closed her eyes and lay there. This time, she didn't resist anymore. "You really don't have to feel guilty or anything. I'm fine again."

"On the contrary, I want to thank you." Zhao Jingmiao said here with a smile, "if someone else..."

Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered the past, and my hand on my stomach pulled my clothes tightly.

If it were someone else, she would have

Zhao Jingmiao's tears flowed out again.

But this time, because there was a towel on the eyes, it didn't flow down.

The clenched hand suddenly warmed and was covered by a big palm.

It's Qian Bao's hand.

Zhao Jingmiao hurried to break free, but was held by Qian Bao.

"Don't be afraid, those things won't happen again." Without looking, you can know that this woman must be crying again.

"I didn't cry." Zhao Jingmiao said hoarsely, "you let go of my hand."

"Well, I didn't cry." What she says is what she says.

"Hurry up." Zhao Jingmiao impatiently opened the towel on her eyes, "Mr. Qian, how long have you been without a woman? I said so. Do you want me to say something more cruel?"

"What do you want from me?" Zhao Jingmiao stared at Qian Bao with big eyes. "Want me? OK."

With that, he began to untie his clothes.

"Zhao Jingmiao."