wife is too sweet

Zheng Xi was stunned for a moment, he lowered his head to check the one-eyed blindfold, and then looked at Yu Yang—his wife was looking at him with frowning eyes, with an expression of refusing to let go without apologizing.

wrong.

Before marriage, he obviously felt that Yu Yang had a good temper.

Zheng Xi wanted to say something to end, but he really had no experience of coaxing people. He used to ignore others.

Since something was broken, I tried to restore the head office.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qi put the eyes of the cotton ball back in place, so that the crab could get a pair of eyes, and Yu Yang just stared at him without saying a word.

I don't know if it was because of nervousness or something, Zheng Xi's hand trembled, the cotton ball rolled down from the palm of his hand, the more he grabbed it, the more he couldn't catch it, and finally rolled onto the bed sheet, he had to dig out the quilt again.

Yu Yang still moved his body cooperatively, but when Zheng Xi's hand touched him, he became unhappy again—what did he want to do! The problem has not been solved yet!He instinctively bent his knees, with the soles of his feet facing Zheng Qi, his body curled up like a shrimp, full of defense.

"I found it—" Zheng Qi didn't notice so many details at first, but the moment he took it out, he felt the quilt suddenly bowed, and his eyes stopped at a certain place under the quilt.

Yu Yang followed his line of sight, and before he could raise his head, he heard Zheng Qi's voice trying to control his breath. Yu Yang's voice was slightly nasal, as if he hadn't woken up: "What are you laughing at?"

Zheng Qi kept lying down, breathing slowly calmed down: "It's nothing."

The atmosphere was a bit delicate, Yu Yang gradually regained consciousness, and just wanted to ask Zheng Xi when he came back, but he saw that Zheng Xi was still looking at the quilt mysteriously, took a look and lay down without a trace, looking at the ceiling, wondering What.

Oops, found out.

Yu Yang dared not make a sound.

Zheng Qi turned his face sideways, with a smile in his eyes, and asked, "Did you go to the zoo yesterday?"

Damn, he wore zebra striped socks last night.

"Ah?" Yu Yang's ears were burning hot, and he immediately withdrew his feet, "No...no."

This time Zheng Qi couldn't hold back, held the blindfold with one hand, covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and laughed softly.

"Don't laugh!" Zheng Qi was still laughing, so Yu Yang had no choice but to roll up the quilt and wrap himself into a sushi roll.

It wasn't until the intermittent sound of running water came from the bathroom and the electric shaver vibrated lightly that Yu Yang lay on the edge of the bed and raised his eyes slightly. Zheng Qi really came back. As for what time last night, he didn't know.

No matter what, seeing her husband in advance is to earn money!

At this time, he had already forgotten about the crab eyes.

While washing, Yu Yang heard Zheng Qi and A Lang chatting at the door. It turned out that the route was taken smoothly, they came down early, and there were still several practice games today.

As he was talking, Alang glanced not far away: "Brother Zheng, where's your KTM?"

"sold."

"No, are you willing?"

Yu Yang turned off the faucet subconsciously, trying to hear what they were talking about, but Zheng Qi didn't respond for a long time. In fact, he didn't know when Zheng Qi changed the car. Maybe he sold the car to pay off the debt.

Thinking of this, Yu Yang felt stuffy in his heart.

Aaron didn't know what he was laughing at: "Hey, Triumph is not bad, it's not as aggressive as KTM."

"But it's a pity to sell it. The car is very good, sensitive, and has first-class shock absorption. Once on the track—" Alan began to sigh about the details of the parameter experience, and there was no lack of regret in his tone, and he blamed Zheng Qi for selling the car early.

Listening to their conversation, Yu Yang slowly wiped his hands with a towel, and secretly had other plans in his mind.

After a long time, Zheng Qi said: "KTM cannot take people."

After finishing speaking, he patted Alan's shoulder with his gloves, with a relieved look on his face.

"—I rely on it."

Just as Alang was about to complain, seeing Yu Yang had come out, he quickly said: "Breakfast is ready, why don't you go up after eating?" Before leaving, he smiled dryly, and didn't forget to look at Yu Yang again, muttering: "Oh god, I can handle Zheng Qi."

Zheng Qi lowered his head and smiled, without further explanation.

Breakfast at the base is simple, ten or so members of the team sit and eat together, the resident coach has partnered with Zheng Qi many times, he is tall, about 35 years old, while everyone is eating, he starts to analyze the route situation, reminds the drivers to pay attention to safety, and responds to any situation at any time .

I don't know why, every time I stay with Zheng Qi's friends, Yu Yang always gets nervous. Except Yu Yang is a layman, everyone else is in the racing circle.

These people talked about their riding skills very seriously, but they could mingle together when they got off the track, which made Yu Yang feel hot and firm like iron steam.

He listened to them chatting one after another, and added soy milk to Zheng Xi from time to time—mother said Zheng Xi loved soy milk.

Zheng Qi also unobtrusively gave Yu Yang a tissue.

A Lang was shocked by Zheng Xi's sentence "KTM can't take people" in the morning. I really didn't expect that Zheng Xi still has such a side. Thinking about it, it really relieved that Zheng Xi was almost dragged to the sky in the past.

When others were eating breakfast, Alan stared at them with wide eyes.

As the cup of soy milk rose, Zheng Qi said softly 'thank you', and Yu Yang said 'you're welcome'.

"Pfft——" Alan coughed and almost sprayed on the table—this is called marriage, politely like a big brother.

"What are you doing, are you eating chaff?" Some team members joked with Aaron.

Zheng Qi looked as usual, and drank the soy milk in one gulp, while Yu Yang watched him finish it with satisfaction.

Alan grabbed his own neck: "I'm stuck!"

Everyone smiled tacitly, noticed Yu Yang sitting next to Zheng Xi, and asked Yu Yang to go up with them today to have a look, "Brother Zheng is keeping it. If he goes to the track, what does it matter to us?"

The roar of laughter echoed in the air, Zheng Xi didn't speak, but Yu Yang smiled embarrassedly, as if he was proud of Zheng Xi.

Before departure, Zheng Qi rummaged through things at the counter, "Is there any glue?"

"What glue? Double-sided tape?" Alan moved closer, reached into the drawer with one hand, and pulled it out for a long time: "I'll look for it."

Zheng Qi said, "Just 520."

When Alang heard this, he began to frown again: "Are you finished?"

"I said glue—" Zheng Qi repeated.

A-Lang took a couple of digs but didn't see it, and said, "There's only ordinary glue, for sticking invoices."

Zheng Qi squatted aside and took out something from his pocket, as if gesturing how big the sticking area was.

"What?" Aaron leaned over to look.

Zheng Qi quickly pressed his pocket, calmly: "It's nothing."

"Hurry up and go," Alan said impatiently. "The convoy is about to leave. I don't know what glue to look for."

Just as he was talking, Zheng Qi saw a red cover in the corner, took it out and saw that it was indeed 502 glue. He put one hand in his pocket and walked towards the tea room.

Yu Yang went to the room to get his hat and coat, counted the outdoor items and was ready to set off. When Zheng Qi came back, he said, "What's wrong?"

Zheng Qi said, "It's okay, just grab something and leave."

Yu Yang stood at the door of the room, ready to wait for Zheng Qi to come out and lock the door with him.

Zheng Qi was uncomfortable, raised his wrist, and scratched the back of his head: "Then what, you go to the lobby and wait for me."

As he spoke, he wandered around the house without taking anything.

Yu Yang said, "I'll wait for you."

The room is small, and the space structure is clear at a glance. Zheng Qi didn't feel embarrassed to put down his things in front of Yu Yang, but just put them on the shelf near the door of the bathroom.

Who knows that Yu Yang has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he must go to the bathroom before going out to feel at ease. After a long journey, he hurried to the bathroom, closed the door with a bang, and said to Zheng Qi: "You Wait me a moment."

Zheng Qi's heart suddenly tightened with the sound of closing the door, and soon his expression was normal again, "Okay."

Probably not so soon, he thought.

There is a frosted glass at the door of the bathroom. He stood not far away and looked at it quietly. A blurry figure flashed inside. He couldn't see what Yu Yang was doing inside, but he heard that he should be washing his hands. He just felt very strange, and he didn't know why. Since then, he has become very fond of observing Yu Yang, and feels that Yu Yang is different from his quiet appearance, and has many magical secrets—such as zebra socks.

"I'm fine!" Yu Yang pushed open the door and subconsciously laughed.

Zheng Qi hurriedly avoided Yu Yang's gaze, and stood at the door of the room. From Yu Yang's angle, he could only see his side face.

He didn't find a tissue just now, so he must have come here in a hurry. Many daily necessities were not fully prepared, so Yu Yang pulled out a tissue from the shelf, and his eyes were immediately attracted by a familiar object—his eye mask!

Crabs are no longer one-eyed!Why?Why are its left and right eyes different? The two eyes are symmetrical, but the eyeballs are in different positions. The black eyeball on the right is on the upper side, and the black eyeball on the left is on the lower side. Look at the sticking marks. There is no glue around it. of.

The red crab has one eye up and the other down, grimacing and looking alive.

Just as he was about to say something, Zheng Xi was already standing outside the door, and he couldn't even see the side view, so he cleared his throat, patted the crab blindfold, restrained his smile without looking for any traces, and walked towards the door.

Before getting married, his mother repeatedly told him to let go of his worries, Zheng Qi himself really wanted to get married.

The corners of Yu Yang's mouth slightly raised, secretly delighted, and also, with a personality like Zheng Qi's, even if he was so poor that he begged for food, he would never be reluctant to do it.

Being able to get married means at least having a good impression, having a good impression means being able to be liked, being able to be liked means being loved by him.

whee.

But do you like it now? If you like it, should you hold hands?

Or maybe it's love... Ah no, no, no, it must not have reached that level. When others marry each other, they can only respect each other as guests.

Like it, Yu Yang curled his lips, thinking about it, he felt full of hope, as long as he has a feeling, who wants to live a lifetime with someone he hates!How boring.

But these thoughts must not be told to Zheng Qi, Yu Yang has always followed his mother's habit of making a fortune silently, and never reveals his wealth unless it is absolutely necessary, and he is resented by others.

Love is also a kind of wealth, if you want to spend a little leisurely, it will be gone when all the flowers are gone.

If everyone eats pasta, Yu Yang hopes that he is a red bean paste bun, which looks ordinary and is soft to the bite. When you break it open and eat it, there is good red bean filling inside, which is just right in sweetness, and it is not too glutinous. satisfaction.

When will my husband come to bite me?

Very troublesome.

The author has something to say: 凎, the three-dimensional dimension is going to squeeze me dry (the belated one is too sweet