[ABO] My husband is a little weird today

"Come in, the house is not cleaned up, it may be a bit messy..."

As soon as he stepped into Mr. Zhou's house, Mr. Hao felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and wanted to cry up to the sky: I, Hu Hansan, are back again!

Mr. Zhou’s house is really not messy, it’s very clean and tidy, and the floor heating keeps the house warm. Mr. Hao really feels like he’s coming home.

After changing his slippers, Mr. Zhou went straight to the kitchen, opened the door of the refrigerator to see what ingredients were still in it.

"Handsome, what do you want to eat?"

Mr. Hao was pleasantly surprised: "Will you cook for me?"

"Otherwise," Mr. Zhou said with a smile; "just don't dislike my poor craftsmanship."

"Why, let me see what's there."

Mr. Hao walked over to stand with Mr. Zhou, shoulder to shoulder, looking at the refrigerator together.

"Is there any taboo?"

"No, I'm not picky eaters."

"Let's make beef noodles, this one is faster, I think you must be hungry." Mr. Zhou took out frozen beef and other ingredients from the refrigerator.

Mr. Zhou put on his apron and started chopping onions. He glanced sideways at Mr. Hao who was still standing aside, and said, "Stop standing there, go to the living room and rest for a while."

Mr. Hao said embarrassingly: "Is there no place that needs my help? How can I let you work alone."

Mr. Zhou poked him with his elbow and said with a smile: "You are a guest, just wait and eat, go quickly."

"Okay." Mr. Hao scratched his head, turned and left the kitchen.

Mr. Hao was really bored in the living room by himself, so he could only stroll around and look at the furnishings of Mr. Zhou's house.

There is a small bookshelf next to the TV. Mr. Hao walked over and stared at it for a while, and found that the books on the shelf were all foreign novels and most of them were suspenseful.Mr. Hao rarely reads this type of book, because he thinks it is time-consuming and brain-consuming.

Among a pile of books, there was a thick blue book. Mr. Hao took it out and saw that it was a photo album.

The aroma of burning beef came slowly from the kitchen. Mr. Hao swallowed and asked loudly, "Mr. Zhou, can I take a look at this photo album? It's the one on the bookshelf next to the TV."

Holding a spatula in his right hand, Mr. Zhou poked his head out from the kitchen door, took a look and said, "Look, the meal will be ready soon."

Mr. Hao opened the photo album. From the first page of the album, there are photos of Mr. Zhou.The first photo seems to have been taken in the past two years, and it has not changed much from the current Mr. Zhou. The people in the photo are Mr. Zhou and a few of his friends. They are by the sea, the sun is shining, and they are smiling very happily.

Mr. Hao took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and secretly took a picture of Mr. Zhou in this photo into his own mobile phone.

The second page is a group photo of Mr. Zhou and the children in the kindergarten.The children like Mr. Zhou very much. The whole picture is filled with the smiling faces of the children. Mr. Zhou is in the middle, and a child who is close to him even hooks Mr. Zhou's neck and rubs against Mr. Zhou's arms.

Mr. Hao turned back and found a very formal group photo.There is a small line of red words on the group photo: All the doctors of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the Provincial Hospital took a group photo to commemorate in XX.

Mr. Hao remembered that Mr. Zhou was also a doctor.

In this photo, Mr. Zhou is quite conspicuous, and he can be seen at a glance.Because the doctors in the Chinese medicine department are basically either stereotyped middle-aged and elderly aunts, or old-fashioned bald uncles.At this moment, the fresh and handsome Mr. Zhou stands out among such a group of people.

The Mr. Zhou in the photo seems to have just joined the work not long ago, and his appearance and expression still have a bit of youthfulness and vigor.He was wearing a white coat and black thin-rimmed glasses, showing a serious and gentle manner.

Mr. Hao liked it very much, why didn't he meet Mr. Zhou sooner?

Of course, the mature Mr. Zhou is the best now, Mr. Hao thought.

Mr. Hao basically flipped through this photo album, and secretly took all the photos he liked, and saved them in his mobile phone. He thought that he would choose one after he got home, and then use one of them to make a mobile phone desktop. It is perfect. .

In the last photo of the album, there is a photo that looks very old and old, and the edges of the photo have turned yellow.

In the photo, Mr. Zhou was probably in kindergarten, and he was small.Although he was a child, he had a very delicate hairstyle and was wearing the denim overalls that were more popular back then.A pair of big eyes are clear and sharp, not at all as silly as children of the same age.

Mr. Hao lamented that Mr. Zhou was really handsome since he was a child, and he was so good-looking when he was a child.

Mr. Hao was about to take out his mobile phone to take another photo when he heard Mr. Zhou's footsteps walking out of the kitchen, and he quickly put down the photo album.

Two bowls of beef noodles are full of ingredients, and the soup is transparent and steaming white.

Mr. Hao couldn't stop wheezing, and Mr. Zhou took a napkin to wipe the soup from the corners of his mouth while he was chewing.

"Be careful...is it so delicious?" Mr. Zhou said with a helpless smile.

Mr. Hao's cheeks were bulging, so he didn't answer at all.

The noodles are hot, and the soup is also hot, flowing into the stomach together, and the whole stomach is also heated up, and then the whole body becomes warm and harmonious.

Mr. Hao finished eating a big bowl, wiped the sweat from his nose, leaned back, and felt his whole body was unobstructed.

It is really comfortable to have a warm meal in winter.

After the meal, Mr. Hao offered to do the dishes, but Mr. Zhou couldn't compete with him, so he had to let him do the dishes while he stood beside him and cut some fruits.

After Mr. Hao finished packing, he saw Mr. Zhou tinkering with something in the study, so he walked over.As a result, as soon as he entered the study, the lights in the room flicked off, and a beam of light hit the wall in the darkness, forming a screen.

"Come on," Mr. Zhou excitedly pulled Mr. Hao to sit on the plush carpet: "Try my newly bought Sony projector."

As expected of a good brand, the image projected on the wall is very clear, it really feels like a movie theater.

Mr. Zhou chose a police movie to play. This movie is quite classic, and Mr. Hao has watched it more than once.

When watching a movie, both parties are very quiet. Even though they both know the development of the plot, they can still be attracted by each frame.

Mr. Hao was concentrating on watching, when he suddenly felt an itchy waist, and before he could react, he was hugged.Mr. Hao turned his head to look at Mr. Zhou nervously, and found that Mr. Zhou was still staring at the screen intently, his eyes reflecting the light on the wall, sharp.

Mr. Hao scratched his head in his heart, why didn't he think of it, what a wonderful atmosphere now!

In the hut, in the dark, in front of the movie, two people.

Shouldn't it be something to do?

Tsk, I was still foolishly watching movies, but Mr. Zhou beat me a step ahead.

Mr. Hao was stunned for a moment, then stretched out an arm and hooked Mr. Zhou's neck, and the distance between the two was much closer in an instant.

Mr. Zhou was also a little surprised. After he realized it, he didn't make any other movements, and took advantage of the opportunity to put his head and Mr. Hao's head together.

Mr. Hao vaguely heard Mr. Zhou's deep and magnetic laughter, which made his breathing hard.

The passage of time began to become very slow, and a movie seemed as long as a century, and Mr. Hao didn't see the plot behind it at all.

Mr. Hao remembered that in the kindergarten today, he was so close that he had a nosebleed at a critical moment.

Tsk, I'm so useless, just one more second, just one second, and I can kiss you, Mr. Hao thought to himself.

And now, isn't now a good time?

The two are so close...

A surge of hot blood poured into Mr. Hao's brain, and he was about to use his arms to take advantage of the situation to directly wrap Mr. Zhou in his arms and kiss him domineeringly!

Snapped!

The movie is over.

Mr. Hao couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart... rely on...

Mr. Zhou let go of Mr. Hao's arm, raised his hand and turned on the light. In an instant, the whole room was lit up.

Mr. Hao was a little embarrassed and dissatisfied, and his expression at this moment was really indescribable.

Mr. Zhou put away the projector and asked him with a smile how the movie was going.

"Okay...very good..." Mr. Hao said through clenched teeth.

Mr. Hao looked down at his watch, it was almost ten o'clock.

"Mr. Zhou, it's late, I should go."

Mr. Zhou stared at him with wide eyes, and said a little surprised: "Leave? It's so late, don't stay..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Zhou hesitated and stopped talking, his eyes fluctuated a little.

Mr. Hao said with a smile while wearing a down jacket: "Go to bed early, I will come when you are free."

While he was getting dressed, Mr. Zhou took out a big iron box from the kitchen, handed it to him, and said, "Take this away."

"what is this?"

"I don't know what kind of cookies you like...so I made some of each."

Mr. Hao held the box happily, and wanted to open it on the spot and eat it all!

Mr. Hao just went out, but Mr. Zhou stood at the door and stopped him: "Handsome, where are you spending the Chinese New Year this year?"

Mr. Hao turned around and said, "Still here, maybe I will visit my brother's house for a couple of days. What about you?"

"I, I have to go home for a few days." Mr. Zhou went on to say, "We... may not see each other for a while."

Mr. Hao was a little disappointed when he heard that, but he still smiled and said: "It's okay, it won't be a few days, we can call....Then I'm leaving."

Mr. Hao was about to turn around when Mr. Zhou stopped him again: "Hey handsome...well, send me a message when you get home safely."

Mr. Hao felt warm in his heart: "Okay."

Mr. Hao was about to turn around again, but Mr. Zhou stopped him this time.

Mr. Hao was wondering, when suddenly the scene in front of him darkened, the back of his head was held firmly, and his lips suddenly became wet.He was about to open his mouth to speak in surprise, when his mouth was completely blocked by a soft thing.

Mr. Hao's brain froze, something hot shot out from his heart like a volcanic eruption, and flowed all over his body.

This is his first kiss, he clumsily doesn't know where to put his lips, teeth and tongue, even though he has imagined countless times in his mind like in movies and TV dramas or novels, but at this moment, he doesn't know anything .

Mr. Zhou is not very experienced either, so he failed to take the lead.This kiss is not short, but it is also to the end.

At the right moment, the two let go of each other in a tacit understanding, but still looked at each other reluctantly, their foreheads pressed against their foreheads, panting.

Mr. Zhou pinched Mr. Hao's nose with his hand, and then gently rubbed his index finger under his nose playfully as if he was wiping his nosebleed today.

"Handsome, actually I've been waiting for you today," Mr. Zhou paused, smiled before continuing, "Don't be so cute next time."

Mr. Hao felt that if he stayed a second longer, or repeated what Mr. Zhou said just now, he would really be unable to hold back.

Mr. Hao asked cautiously, "Is this... your first kiss too?"

Mr. Zhou looked at him for a while, and Mr. Hao thought he was about to answer "yes", but Mr. Zhou smiled and replied, "No."

"Ah?" Mr. Hao thought disappointed and confused, Mr. Zhou clearly said that he had never been in a relationship before...

"My first kiss... was when I was in kindergarten... about six years old, and it's gone." After finishing speaking, Mr. Zhou couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After hearing this, Mr. Hao couldn't help but smile wryly, and unconvinced, he pecked Mr. Zhou's lips vigorously a few more times.

"That doesn't count, but mine does."