If you want a husband, you have to fight for it.

The person next to him was satisfied only after he "received" the "apology", and then got angry for a while and sent him a message: That's better.

Finally turned over.

When she turned around, she no longer had the angry look she had just now. She threw her phone away, snatched Xu Muyu's phone, and used her hands and feet to drag him down to sleep with her.

Xu Muyu was dragged down before he could even hold on firmly. He had just laid down on the bed, and before he could even lie down properly, Wan Chuncao came on top of him and slapped him in the face.

It didn't hurt, just a light slap.

It was just a light slap, but Wan Chuncao wanted to slap him again. She hit Xu Muyu on the face, then she opened her mouth and bit his chin angrily and said, "I told you not to piss me off all the time!"

If we talk about who is angry with whom, it must be that Wan Chuncao is more angry with Xu Muyu.

But Xu Muyu had no way to refute this time, he did make her cry.

Wan Chuncao didn't cry, she was just angry: "Why do you always say those unpleasant things to me? I don't want to hear them at all. I don't like to hear them at all."

After she finished biting him, she lay on his chest and scolded him: “You bastard, you don’t have a good mouth either.”

"..."

Xu Muyu rested his head on the pillow. He could see her face as soon as he lowered his eyes and saw her lying on his chest.

This time, he didn't push her away.

It was also the first time that he didn't have the slightest thought of pushing her away.

It's not because she was angry, nor because of what she said, because...anyway...there should be some reason...

Wan Chuncao lay on Xu Muyu, and Xu Muyu let her lie on him.

"I'm rich."

She suddenly said, "You don't have to worry about my money. I have money."

"Even if I have no money, you don't have to worry about it. I can support myself and you."

Her sincere face was so confident: "I really have money, and I really can support you. I can support you, so don't be afraid or worried."

"One day I passed by the river, and a man emerged from the river and asked me, is this Jin Muyu yours? Or is this Yin Muyu yours? Or is this Xu Muyu yours?"

Wan Chuncao assured him: "I don't want gold or silver, I just want Xu Muyu."

...Is there any connection with this story? Xu Muyu leaned his head on the pillow and easily saw her face, and her innocent look.

"You married me, you chose me, I married you, I also chose you, so I must treat you well and be responsible for you."

Guan Chuncao assured Xu Muyu: "If you die of old age in a hospital bed in the future, I will quickly sign a consent form for your rescue, so that you can die happily without suffering from the pain of illness and pass away comfortably."

"?"

Is she serious?

Xu Muyu lowered his eyes and saw her expression, which was serious.

He was very serious: "So don't worry. When you die, I will choose a beautiful cemetery with good feng shui for you. On the first day of the lunar month, I will ask people to chant sutras at your grave to pray for your salvation. On the fifteenth day, I will invite a singing and dancing troupe to go dancing, so that you can live comfortably every day. Even after you go to hell, you must always think of me and remember my kindness and my sincerity."

Who needs this kind of "good"?

Xu Muyu withdrew his gaze and said nothing for a long time.

"Okay, I'll support you."

Wan Chuncao climbed up a little, stared into Xu Muyu's eyes and smiled, then lowered her face and rubbed against Xu Muyu's face, and then her head pressed against Xu Muyu's side face and didn't move: "I can support you."

Xu Muyu was rubbed so hard that he couldn't see anything and his face was itchy. When he wanted to stop her, he stopped because of her words.

After a long time, he was ready to push her away: "How can you support me?"

Does she want to support this useless person like him?

Wan Chuncao still leaned her head against his face, asking him not to underestimate her: "I can feed you even if I kill pigs. I'm very powerful."

Xu Muyu tried to lower his head to look at her, and could only see her hair, but she had already relaxed.

No one was in sight, so he leaned back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling, talking nonsense to her: "Killing pigs? Killing pigs won't feed me no matter how many pigs you kill."

"Hey hey hey..."

Wan Chuncao laughed out loud, and she moved down a little. She lay back on his chest and touched his collarbone out of boredom: "Then I can support you by butchering pigs at night and delivering food during the day."

"I'm very powerful."

Although Xu Muyu was not very clear about the specific work content of food delivery, he knew that it required physical strength: "Are you really good?"

"Ok!"

Wan Chuncao nodded vigorously: "I am really good, I can kill ten pigs a day!"

"..."

"it is true."

"..."

The two of them leaned against each other. At first, their breathing was separate, but gradually, their breathing became consistent.

Wan Chuncao lay on Xu Muyu's chest, following his breathing: "Husband, can we talk nicely next time?"

"I don't like it at all when we talk loudly together."

“That’s easy to get into a fight.”

Even though they didn't have a big fight tonight, they were still arguing, and the content of the argument was very unhappy.

"Let's talk properly next time. You calm down and I calm down too."

Guan Chuncao knows that it is impossible for people to never quarrel in their lives, but they can think about each other before quarreling: "What the old people said is: quarreling cannot solve the problem, good communication is the most important thing."

Xu Muyu didn't say anything, nor did he object to her reasoning, which was considered as tacit agreement with what she said.

Would it be better if they thought about the problem and communicated normally before the quarrel?

For example, just now, why didn't he directly ask her for money at the beginning, but instead asked for her opinion in a roundabout way?

“But sometimes communication doesn’t necessarily help.”

Wan Chuncao quickly got up, held Xu Muyu's face and smiled: "You are so beautiful, sometimes when I talk to you, I forget what I want to say. That's really ineffective communication."

when?

Xu Muyu's ears felt hot. He was not used to her "praise" after all. He avoided her gaze and said, "Don't talk nonsense. How could such a thing happen?"

"No, no, let me take a good look at your face. Once I see your face, I won't be angry about anything."

Wan Chuncao used both hands to turn his face back and laughed: "This is the good thing about marrying a handsome guy."

The words were so straightforward that Xu Muyu didn't know where to look, and he dodged away embarrassedly.

Wan Chuncao told him to stop moving: "Let me take another good look at you."

Her voice was very soft and slow. It was not known whether it was Xu Muyu's illusion, but there seemed to be reluctance in her tone.

Reluctant? Reluctant about what?

Wan Chuncao held Xu Muyu's face and stretched out a hand to gently touch his face, touching his eyebrows, his forehead, his philtrum, and the chin that she often bit.

After her fingers touched him lightly, she kept looking at him for a long time. Finally, she couldn't help but smile and lowered her head to rub her nose against his.

After rubbing it, he looked up again, and after looking at it, he rubbed it again, and after rubbing it, he looked again.

This went on for several times, leaving Xu Muyu completely confused. Just as she was about to get off him, she pulled up his arm, got into his arms, and closed her eyes: "Sleep!"

Xu Muyu had a confused look on his face. He wanted to see what she meant, but she actually closed her eyes.

She also covered his eyes manually so that he could close his eyes as well: "Go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day."

She covered her eyes with her hands, so Xu Muyu couldn't see even if he wanted to, so he could only close his eyes with her.

They lay there quietly, and after a while, their breathing became synchronized again.

Before they were completely in sync, Xu Muyu suddenly opened his eyes.

Is the light on?