sweet love i can

Zhao Yimian quickly finished the outline.

It only took one night, and the speed was faster than her own imagination.

After writing the outline, she stared at the computer in a daze. The light came in from the window. She turned her head and realized that it was dawn.

The number of words recorded on the codeword software is 24 words.

Her single-day codeword record is the highest, an unprecedented peak in her life.

In the midst of the burst of inspiration, it was reached.

She was still a little dazed, looking back at the story she had written, she just felt that she had been possessed by a god for a second, creating a story that was a bit beyond her imagination, just like she had done countless times in Looking back at her past writings when she was in despair, she couldn't help but ask herself: "... Is this really what I wrote?"

"Good morning." The man who came out of the bedroom said to her.

The woman was wearing white silk pajamas and pajama pants, and she was leaning on the museum shelf and looking at her.

The sun fell on her body, lighting up her hair, and the retro curly hair was glowing with golden light.

Zhao Yimian was suddenly in a good mood.

She pushed away the table in front of her, stood up quickly, ran over, hugged Shen Mingchu's slender waist, stood on tiptoe, and kissed her on the cheek, "Good morning, dear."

"Are you sleepy? You wrote all night?" Shen Mingchu asked.

"A little bit." Zhao Yimian yawned in her arms, "But it's okay..."

The person who said it was okay leaned heavily towards Shen Mingchu.

He fell asleep just like that.

……

As expected, there were only a few days left in Shangdan Market. On Thursday, the rankings were changed, confirming that she was in a good position. Zhao Yimian just breathed a sigh of relief when she received the news that she was going home.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow we will leave, but we can choose whether to leave in the morning or in the afternoon."

Zhao Yimian chose to leave in the afternoon.

Because Song Yiqing invited her and Shen Mingchu to dinner at noon.

She and Shen Mingchu were invited to Song Yiqing's home.

Song Yiqing's house is on the top floor, a three-story duplex, as big as a villa. The fish tank on the first floor is at least seven or eight meters long from one end to the other. There are all kinds of fish living in it. The roof is a beautiful garden. There is a pergola set up with vines, and there is a fully transparent glass room where you can enjoy the scenery - where you can eat.

Zhao Yimian's sensitivity to wealth is not strong, and this kind of decoration is just a word of money to her.

What shocked her was Song Yiqing's son—a handsome boy with a schoolbag on his back, with a fleshy face, as if he had just returned from a cram school, and greeted her politely after seeing her.

"Hello Auntie."

"This is your son?" Zhao Yimian covered his chest.

Song Yiqing giggled and said, "Didn't expect that, are you surprised or not?"

"It's quite unexpected..." Although she knew that Song Yiqing had a son who could make soy sauce, she didn't expect that this son would really be this old. "Have you gone to junior high school yet?"

"No, he's only seven years old. He's just in the second grade. He's like his dad. He's tall. You'll know when his dad comes back."

Song Yiqing's husband was really tall, Zhao Yimian was startled when he opened the door.

Visually, it should be 1.9 meters or more.

And Song Yiqing's height was about the same as hers.

Okay, the cutest height difference.

"Honey, you're back!" Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Yiqing, who was chatting with Zhao Yimian on the sofa, jumped up and went straight to the door, took the man's coat, and exchanged a kiss with him naturally.

The man asked softly, "Is your friend here?"

Song Yiqing said: "Come on, come on, I'll be waiting for you, why is it so late today?"

"There was a traffic jam on the road, which delayed a while."

The man bent down and kissed her forehead, "Is lunch ready?"

"I'm going out, what else can't be done?"

Zhao Yimian looked at the couple's interaction with her chin, "It's so sweet... My son is so old and can be so sweet. This pair of CP is really good. When will I have a sweet love."

Shen Mingchu: "..."

She hooked the foolish person into her arms, bit her ear and asked softly, "Do you think the current love is not sweet enough?"

Zhao Yimian was overwhelmed with the desire to survive, "Where there is nothing! I'm so sweet that I have tooth decay!"

"Is it really decayed? Which one?" Shen Mingchu asked, frowning.

Zhao Yimian opened his mouth to let her look at his teeth, and said vaguely: "It should be here, it is the penultimate one, it always hurts when eating, it may be tooth decay, I plan to find a time to see it. visit dentist."

"Is Coke good?" Shen Mingchu asked suddenly.

"Fat House Happy Water! If you leave Kuo Luo, Fat House will lose its happiness. Do you think it tastes good?"

Shen Mingchu pinched Zhao Yimian's cheek with a half-smile, "Don't let me catch you drinking Coke after brushing your teeth."

Zhao Yimian: "... um... I know I was wrong, and I won't dare to do it anymore... my wife, please forgive me!"

Song Yiqing leaned in her husband's arms, holding her chest, her eyes blurred, "It's so sweet, I'm locked into this pair of CP!"

The child, who was ignored by the two couples, silently put the schoolbag back in the room, went to the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks, and then reminded like a little adult: "Eat everyone!"

What a group of adults to worry about!

……

Although Zhao Yimian and Song Yiqing are five years apart in age, when they put their heads together and muttered together, they couldn't see the generation gap between them that was almost multiplied by 2.

The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, and their expressions became more and more excited. Fortunately, the chopsticks hadn't stopped, and they remembered to stuff things into their mouths.

So at the dinner table, Xiao Douding was eating hard, Shen Mingchu and the man were picking up food for their partners, and the two people who were being picked up got together to chat.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

The man sighed and helped Song Yiqing explain.

"Usually...Xiao Qing is not always like this. It's mainly when friends come to visit and she is more excited."

"Mianmian... she's quite obedient when she eats."

And on the other side-

"Wow, cute, cute, is this a photo of Zihao when he was a child?"

"It's very obedient, right? I have a more obedient one. Look at this picture. It looks like it's wearing a small skirt. I won't tell you. Can't you tell that it's a boy?"

Shaking his head: "I can't see it, I can't see it at all."

"Hey..." Song Yiqing sighed a long time, "Unfortunately, my son won't be easy to fool when he grows up. Unlike before, he can wear whatever his mother gives him. Now he has to wear the same suit as his father. Resolutely don’t wear the little skirts my mother bought.”

"Then why don't you just have a daughter." Zhao Yimian suggested irresponsibly.

Song Yiqing touched her stomach, "I want to have a second child, what if I have a son again?"

"Then... Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva blesses you?"

Song Yiqing was led astray by Zhao Yimian, and she put her hands together in a spirited manner and said, "Bless you."

……

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when I came down from Song Yiqing's house after dinner.

Auntie Song Yiqing's cooking skills are quite good, especially the grilled lamb chops with one hand. The meat is charred and crispy, and the seasoning is just right. There is only fresh fragrance and no smell after one bite.

The luggage of the two of them was handed over to the assistant to take them back to Donghai City, so the two of them only needed to go directly to the high-speed rail station to take a bus. The traffic jam in Shangdan City was no better than that in Donghai City, and this time was when there were many people. , so the two hit it off and decided to just do the subway.

Although the subway takes a little longer to sit than the ground transportation, the subway will not be stuck in traffic, and it may actually save more time.

There were a lot of people in the subway station, and there was no need to even think about the empty seats. As soon as they got on the train, Shen Mingchu wrapped Zhao Yimian in his arms to prevent her from being bumped into by others. The two found a corner and stood still. The room just propped up a space for Zhao Yimian.

In order to avoid confusion caused by being recognized by others, Shen Mingchu wore a mask, matched with her retro curly hair from the Republic of China period, most of her face was completely covered, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

Zhao Yimian stared at her for a while and suddenly said: "I really want to take off your mask to scare them."

Shen Mingchu pinched her waist, "Be honest."

Zhao Yimian giggled, hugged her arm stickily, and rubbed it against her.

Not far away, a girl stood on tiptoe and looked in this direction hard.

After exiting the subway, it is the high-speed rail station.

The two sides are very close, just need to walk for a while, Zhao Yimian came out with Shen Mingchu for the first time, and it was still in public, very excited, the whole person was bubbling, bouncing around holding Shen Mingchu's arm, not at all uneasy point.

"Wait a minute!" A girl's voice sounded.

Zhao Yimian turned her head subconsciously.

I saw a familiar figure running over with a big bag of oranges, and the other person stuffed the bag of oranges into her hand, "Little sister, thank you very much for standing up to help me that day, auntie, you have raised A wonderful daughter, thank you too!"

As if she was afraid that Zhao Yimian would refuse, the woman who had finished her gratitude ran away.

Zhao Yimian: "..."

Shen Mingchu: "...Auntie?"

Zhao Yimian: "Pfft——"

Shen Mingchu's tone was not good, "Am I really old?"

"It can't be blamed on others!" Zhao Yimian reached out and touched Shen Mingchu's curly hair. This hair can be done to fit the image of the characters in the play. She said with a smile, "If you didn't meet when you were wearing a military uniform and Hat, I thought it was my mother coming."

Ms. Song was obsessed with the retro style for a while, and her appearance was not the same as that of Shen Mingchu.

It's just that she is not as tall as Shen Mingchu, and she can't get rid of that overwhelming feeling.

"It's really right to do good deeds. You see, good people will be rewarded!" Zhao Yimian picked an orange from his pocket and peeled it in his hand. "This girl didn't wear the red dress that day, I almost didn't recognize her." Come out, wow, this orange is super sweet, my wife, no, Mom, try it."

Shen Mingchu: "..."

Shen Mingchu was wronged, but Shen Mingchu didn't say anything.

She just stared straight at some heartless dog with her quiet eyes.

Zhao Yimian looked at her innocently, and even blinked her eyes.

"You really don't eat?"

She has almost finished eating the oranges.

Suddenly, with a sly smile, she pulled off Shen Mingchu's mask, stuffed the last piece of orange into her mouth, aimed at Shen Mingchu's lips, and kissed it.

She said vaguely, "Try it, it's quite sweet."

Shen Mingchu ate an orange that was drooling.

The orange juice is rich, and the thick juice explodes in the mouth as soon as you bite.

She clasped the girl's waist.

"Well, it's quite sweet."