She returned from a flash marriage, and many people in Beijing were a little panicked

Two villains started fighting in Long Xiaohan's mind.

Little Black Man: Go ahead, she’s your wife, there’s nothing wrong with a kiss!

Little White Man: It’s not good to do it without her consent, right?

Little Black Man: Men should be more proactive. Do you really want women to take the initiative?

Little White Man: Having said that, she is asleep now. If I kiss her, wouldn’t that be taking advantage of her?

Little Black Man: Are you scared?

……

Long Xiaohan closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress his inner thoughts.

But after closing my eyes, my senses become more sensitive.

The scent of a woman fills my nostrils, and the warm breath that gently blows on my face makes my heart even more agitated, itchy, sour, and messy...

Long Xiaohan quickly sat up straight, away from the little woman who almost made him lose his life.

Time passed minute by minute, and Tang Xin showed no sign of waking up, so Long Xiaohan finally got out of the car.

He opened the passenger door, carefully picked up the person, and strode towards the elevator.

The woman was so light that he even wondered if she was malnourished.

It seems I have to find a way to fatten up my wife!

After returning home, Long Xiaohan gently placed the person on the big bed in the master bedroom.

He looked at the bed that originally belonged to him and shook his head helplessly.

The status of this family needs to be improved!

Tang Xin seemed a little dissatisfied. He frowned, twisted his body, and adjusted himself to a comfortable position.

Long Xiaohan looked at the little woman's pretty face which was tinged with anger, and couldn't help but chuckle. He reached out and smoothed the little woman's eyebrows with his thumb, then gently helped her take off her coat, covered her with a quilt, and then left the room.

The moment he closed the door, Long Xiaohan secretly made a decision.

I must sleep in the same room and on the same bed with my wife as soon as possible and regain some status in the family.

Tang Xin slept until the evening. When he opened his eyes and saw the dim sky outside the window, he could not tell what year it was for a moment.

She rubbed her temples, checked the time on her cell phone, then got up, changed into her home clothes, washed up, and went downstairs.

The room was filled with the smell of food. I followed the scent to the kitchen door and saw a tall figure busy inside.

Long Xiaohan was wearing a black home suit, which made him look more upright. He had a beige apron around his waist. The strong contrast made him look less solemn and cold than usual, and added a bit of down-to-earth air.

She leaned against the door frame, looking at the man's back, and suddenly she felt an indescribable sense of security in her heart.

During these years abroad, the old man and Brother Feng were very good to her, but she still felt a little uneasy in her heart.

At this moment she suddenly realized what was missing!

What she wanted was actually not much, just a warm and comfortable home.

In the past, when the whole family was at home, the atmosphere was harmonious and warm. Although my mother was busy with work, my father gave up many social engagements and tried to get off work on time.

The same thing happens after I get home, I often cook and make soup.

Later, my mother passed away, and my father became busier and had less and less time to cook.

Now that I think about it, maybe my father just wanted to prepare dinner and wait for his wife to come back so that the whole family could eat together.

"woke up?"

The man's sudden voice interrupted Tang Xin's thoughts. She met Long Xiaohan's gentle gaze, and she felt as if a warm current was flowing through her heart.

"Ah, wake up."

Tang Xin responded somewhat unnaturally.

Then he deliberately tried to find a topic to hide his emotions, "Are you cooking? What did you do?"

Long Xiaohan keenly noticed Tang Xin's evasion, suppressed his doubts, and said with a smile: "I made curry chicken rice and winter melon corn pork ribs soup today, want to try it?"

Long Xiaohan scooped a spoonful of soup and handed it to Tang Xin's mouth.

Tang Xin smelled the tempting aroma and lowered his head to take a sip.

The pork ribs soup tastes very good, fresh and light, leaving a lasting aftertaste.

Long Xiaohan looked at the furry little head right in front of him and couldn't help but touch it. He also tucked the woman's hanging hair behind her ears.

Tang Xin froze for a moment, remembering that her brother also used to like to touch the top of her head and help her tidy up her loose hair.

This action was so intimate that it made her feel confused.

Long Xiaohan was unaware of his subconscious action. Seeing Tang Xin's stunned look, he asked worriedly, "What's wrong? It doesn't taste good?"

Tang Xin immediately shook her head and took a step back to try to distance themselves from each other: "No, it's great..."

Tang Xin's heel suddenly hit the door frame, and she immediately bent over in pain.

Long Xiaohan also hurriedly bent down to check. Tang Xin subconsciously tried to dodge again, and her head hit Long Xiaohan's chin without any warning.

Tang Xin's feet were still hurting and her head was hit again. She was in so much pain that she didn't know whether to take care of her feet or her head.

Long Xiaohan didn't care about his red chin. He reached out and pulled apart Tang Xin's hair to check her scalp.

"Are you hurt? Are you dizzy? Do you feel sick?"

Long Xiaohan's nervousness actually made Tang Xin laugh: "I don't have a concussion, but it really hurts."

Only then did Long Xiaohan feel relieved. He lifted Tang Xin's chin with both hands and gently blew the place on her head that was hit.

Tang Xin's head was suddenly lifted up by Long Xiaohan, and she was forced to look up at him, seeing his handsome face even more clearly.

What does this man's face look like?

Can this perspective of death be so handsome?

She admitted that she was obsessed with looks, and Long Xiaohan's looks just met her aesthetic standards. He was one of the few faces that caught her eye.

She was looking at the handsome face so close to her, and when Long Xiaohan lowered his eyes, he met her burning gaze.

Her eyes were dark and shiny, and so beautiful that they seemed to be able to absorb people's souls.

Long Xiaohan couldn't help but slowly approach, slowly approach...

Just when their lips were about to touch, Tang Xin suddenly came to her senses and quickly dodged backwards...

With a "bang", the back of his head hit the door frame again.

This time it hurt so much that she almost cried.

She suppressed the anger that suddenly rose in her heart, held her head, quickly stood up and left the kitchen.

This place backfires with her!

This man is poisonous!

Long Xiaohan followed worriedly: "Xin'er, I'm sorry, is the bump serious? Let me take a look..."

Tang Xin was furious at the moment. She raised her hand and angrily refused: "No, stay away from me, the farther the better."

Long Xiaohan looked at a loss.

Damn it, I pissed off my wife again.

How to comfort an angry wife? Waiting online, very urgent!

Tang Xin looked at Long Xiaohan, who was standing in the middle of the living room, his face full of worry and helplessness, looking a little pitiful, and felt a little self-doubtful.

Was my tone a bit harsh just now?

She calmed down and said calmly, "Isn't there still soup stewing on the fire? Go and see your soup."

Long Xiaohan felt a little more relaxed when he saw that his wife's tone had softened a bit.

"The fire is off. How's your head? I'd better help you take a look!"

A pilot’s head is no small matter. If it is serious, it will affect the flight, and the pilot will be guilty of a serious crime.

Tang Xin shook her head: "It's okay."

Long Xiaohan still walked forward, pulled Tang Xin's hand away, and checked her condition.

"Xin'er, I've never been in love, let alone been a husband. My mother passed away early, and my father was in the army all year round. My father was not a competent husband, so I didn't even have the opportunity to learn. Please give me some time, I will learn to be a good husband."

Long Xiaohan spoke very sincerely. Tang Xin was a little stunned and looked up at him with a confused look on her face.

What does this man mean?

Aren't they considered a married couple by agreement?

Or had she been understanding it wrong all along?