Husband, Please Stop Flirting

The next day, the weather was beautiful, as if to make the wind clear and have a perfect memory. It's not too much to use the bright sun to describe the weather at the moment. Fengchuchu got up in the morning, worried about two dark circles under his eyes. At night, he even slept for a while, so he got up and looked at the time on his mobile phone. Mingming has set three or four alarm bells, but fengchuchu is afraid of what to do if they can't ring on time and miss the time.

So at the moment, her mental state can be called embarrassed.

Looking at the glare of the outside, she sat in front of the mirror, trying to cover up her pale and gaunt with various foundation, but what she found was not very effective.

The conversation between Si Yeqing and Zhang's mother came downstairs. It seemed that it was in the garden. The wind secretly ran to the balcony and looked down. Si Yeqing wore her own Nightgown, looked at the flowers and grass below and said, "I don't remember when the flowers in the villa opened so vigorously. Many varieties I haven't seen..." when Zhang heard it, she nodded and said with a smile: "these are young ladies. If it weren't for her, we might still look at the deserted garden now!"

"The young master can't take care of this. Lao Li and I are clumsy, not to mention... If I manage it, I'm afraid it will become a vegetable garden in a few days. There must be no such good style." mother Zhang spared no effort to boast. Si Yeqing looked at her and said with a smile: "Mom Zhang, I don't know. I'm afraid I thought Feng ChuChu was your daughter! I haven't heard anything bad about her from your mouth."

When Zhang Ma heard this, she didn't shrink a little. Instead, she straightened her chest and said, "even if I go out, I can show off like this."

"Young lady is really a very good girl. At home, she never gives me and Lao Li any face. Even every time she goes out, she will remember what Lao Li and I need. Even if she doesn't have much money to use, she will buy us gifts. The young master may not know this, but I will keep it in mind all my life." After Zhang's mother finished, she was also a little grateful. It's easy to pretend to be good to a person for a while.

Even pretending, as long as you are patient with your emotions, it will pass well for a while.

But it's not easy to be good to a person for a long time, or even become a habit. Besides, Si family, Si Yeqing is not a good type of being clear to the wind. Repay good for bad? Si Yeqing suddenly burst out such a sentence in his mind. He thought, looking up at the balcony upstairs, such a sudden sight made the eavesdropping wind It was too late to escape. He wanted to hide behind the door next to him, but his head banged.

It's over. It's bound to swell up into a big bag!

Feng ChuChu thought so in his heart, and immediately learned to squat down directly, so that he could not be seen by Si Yeqing.

But Feng ChuChu also forgot that Si Yeqing was not a stupid fool. It took so long to buffer when he saw people. It was only a second that he could see the clumsy figure.

"Mom Zhang, is breakfast ready? Some people may need to replenish their brains!" Si Yeqing said with a smile. The wind hiding upstairs was clear, and her face had turned into the color of tomatoes. She raised her hand and touched her cheek, which also meant that it was hot. Mom Zhang raised her head, looked at the girl still squatting there, and reluctantly said, "young lady, come down to dinner!" Feng ChuChu wants to pretend that she doesn't exist, but now that everyone has seen it, if she disguises again, she is a little too secretive.

Feng ChuChu could only sigh, slowly stood up, smiled and waved at mom Zhang awkwardly, and said, "get up in the morning and breathe fresh air!"

Damn it, isn't this explanation more true that she is eavesdropping? Feng ChuChu closes his eyes and feels very disappointed with his adaptability. He lingers down from the second floor and looks at the Si Yeqing who is already sitting next to the table. He doesn't mention the just thing, but says faintly, "sit down, it'll be cold later." Feng nodded clearly and sat opposite him. Is the table so small? I feel that both of them can touch the same thing with their hands out.

In this distance, the slippers and feet under the table will touch and touch each other inadvertently. They also need to tighten their nerves all the time and can't relax.

Feng ChuChu thought like this and reminded himself. He stared at the bread in front of him. After a few bites, he found that the taste was strange. When he reacted, she was already in tears, while Si Yeqing was laughing. Although it was silent, it made people feel very embarrassed, "what are you laughing at!" The windy and hot mouth can't speak normally, because angry, the voice and emotion also seem a little vivid, not as rigid as usual.

Moreover, for Feng ChuChu, it is a great progress that she can talk to Si Yeqing like this.

"Who told you not to pay attention when you eat? It's the first time I've seen bread slices coated with mustard!" Si Yeqing smiled back and forth, laughing and crying. He pointed to the mustard box opened next to him. The color is obviously different from the jam, but the position and size are the same, "I don't know what you were thinking just now. You can eat such a strong taste!"

Si Yeqing narrowed his eyes and said with a smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. The wind was so clear that she couldn't speak out. She could only put a pair of small hands next to her mouth, flickering and spitting out her tongue. She looked very cute. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and face. When Zhang heard the voice, she hurried out of the kitchen with a glass of milk in her hand, handed it over and said, "it's very difficult for me to taste like you, young grandma!"

"Ha ha ha..."

Si Yeqing finally couldn't help laughing. Feng ChuChu is also slightly complaining. Looking at mom Zhang, she gulps down the smooth milk. She feels as if she has finally come back to life. "You are both bad guys!" Feng ChuChu said with tears in her eyes. This is a silent complaint and a sound. But none of the people present responded to her words. They were busy laughing and looking at the green on the bread.