Mr. Zhao's sweet wife

God is sorry to see you, and soon they saw a building in the misty rain and fog, and it seemed that there were still people.

Looking closer, it turned out to be a public toilet. Almost all the climbers in front of them gathered here.

The shape of the white paper painting attracted everyone, and everyone pointed and commented on her. She felt that it was nothing, but the smell and the colored liquid flowing on the ground made her really not want to stay here for a while.

But the rain is getting heavier, and it is not easy to have a shelter from the rain.

But what she didn't expect was that Jiang Chen held her hand without any intention of stopping, "Let's go, there is a pavilion up there."

"En!" Bai Zhihua nodded heavily, wiped the water off his face and smiled at him.

But the people behind were shouting, "That pavilion is far away~"

Jiang Chen ignored it, and the two continued on their way.

After walking for a long time, the public toilet was no longer visible, and the pavilion was still there.

Because Jiang Chen used his coat to keep out the rain, and always tilted to the side of the white paper painting, Jiang Chen was completely wet at this time, and the raindrops were still hitting him heavily.

For the first time, the white paper painting felt sorry for a man, "Jiang Chen, let's go back and go to that toilet to hide from the rain."

"It's too dirty." Jiang Chen slipped out, fortunately his palms were on the ground, but the ground did become slippery.

"I don't dislike it, health and safety are the most important!"

Jiang Chen shook his palm, "You must not be able to bear it, don't talk about it, go up, I remember it is here."

"I can bear it, Jiang Chen, stop for me!"

"Why?" Jiang Chen turned to look at her.

Then the neck was hooked, and two soft lips were pressed against his mouth, which still smelled like autumn rain.

As if feeling that this was not enough, Bai Zhihua clumsily stuffed his tongue into his mouth, wasn't it just an exchange of saliva!
It's almost autumn, the cold rain patted on the face randomly, Jiang Chen was also cold, he subconsciously hugged the white paper painting that was still warm, and then things started to get out of hand.

Jiang Chen quickly turned from passive to active, guiding the beginner in his arms, and put the muddy hands on the ground on her back without fear.

The progress of the white paper painting was good, and Jiang Chen soon felt that the two of them were able to communicate with each other, and her performance was comparable to that of Qiao Qiao.

Suddenly, Jiang Chen's expression froze, his heart trembled, and he gently pushed the person in his arms away.

With a sound of "Bo", the two separated.

She looked at the man in the rain, and threw herself into Jiang Chen's arms again, her tears slid down with the rain, "Honey, I'm back..."
Jiang Chen didn't know where to put his hand, so he held it stiffly in the air, feeling ashamed of being raped by his wife on the spot, and the third person was his sister-in-law.

But Qiao Qiao didn't slap him, but gently threw himself into his arms, which gave Jiang Chen the illusion that he had nothing to do with his sister-in-law, but was just helping his wife take care of her.

Jiang Chen knew that she longed for a hug.

His hand finally fell down, and he hugged his wife tightly, "Just come back."

As if celebrating Qiao Qiao's return, the rain suddenly became lighter and soon disappeared completely, the night gradually receded, and the dark clouds began to turn white, as if preparing for the next sunrise.

"Is Qiao Qiao cold?" Jiang Chen asked with great guilt.

"A little bit, where are we?"

"Xiangshan." Jiang Chen replied.

Qiao Qiao was stunned for a moment, "Is it the season to see maple leaves?"

According to her memory, the best season to see the maple leaves in Xiangshan is generally after mid-October. Could it be that she left for a month? !
Jiang Chen shook his head, "The day before yesterday we went back to our hometown together, and a white paper painting appeared on the way. Today we came to climb the mountain to watch the sunrise and take pictures."

It's so scumbag to say it, Jiang Chen even expected Qiao Qiao to scold herself "stinky and shameless", but she didn't.

"What, it's only been two days!" I came back in less than two days? !

Only now was Qiao Qiao in the mood to look at the clothes on her body, and touched the hairstyle on her head, "No wonder you are dressed like this, it really is a drawing on white paper."

When she was asleep, she couldn't feel the speed of time. She just thought hard about Jiang Chen, hoping that she could convey some information to him and other sisters in the way of dreaming.

Seeing Qiao Qiao's unexpected and delighted appearance, Jiang Chen was also happy from the inside out, but besides this happiness, he always felt that there was something stuck in his heart.

So he pulled Qiao Qiao up, "Let's go, the rain has stopped, let's hurry up, we should be able to reach the summit before the sun comes out, I promised to take a picture of her dancing on the top of the mountain at sunrise. "

Qiao Qiao didn't move, "But I'm not a drawing on blank paper."

"But you are wearing her clothes..." Jiang Chen suddenly stammered, "I, what I mean is, if she shows up next time and sees these photos, she should be very pleasantly surprised. Let's help her fulfill her wish, shall we?"

Qiao Qiao shook her head, instead of going up the mountain, she turned around and went down. Jiang Chen grabbed her arm, "Qiao Qiao, are you angry?"

"I do not have it."

"You're just angry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't let you play other people, I shouldn't think of another woman when I'm with you," Jiang Chen's voice gradually lowered, "I, I shouldn't be with her kiss."

Qiao Qiao looked at Jiang Chen, with a serious smile on his face, "Honey, do you understand women?"

"what?"

Qiao Qiao held Jiang Chen's fists with both hands, "Since you promised the paper painting to climb the mountain to watch the sunrise and take pictures, you shouldn't ask me to do these things for her. When she comes out next time, you will take her to walk again. Isn't a section of road more meaningful?"

The tense expression on Jiang Chen's face gradually dissipated, she, is she teaching me how to pick up girls?
"Qiaoqiao..."

"As for your kiss with the white paper painting," Qiao Qiao smiled, and suddenly poked Jiang Chen's chest with a finger, "Is she better or am I better? Tell the truth."

There was something wrong with this question, Jiang Chen suddenly felt that Qiao Qiao had grown up, she dared to tease her husband!
He couldn't let her continue to be so arrogant, Jiang Chen suddenly hooked her chin, "What a blank paper drawing of Qiao Qiao, I just like this small mouth."

As he said that, he lowered his head and kissed her up again, until a tourist appeared in the downward direction, Qiao Qiao pushed Jiang Chen away blushing and out of breath.

Jiang Chen didn't care, took her hand and walked down. A talkative passenger asked, "Young man, why don't you go up when the rain stops?"

Jiang Chen proudly gazed into the distance, "Although the rain has stopped, a small flame in my heart has risen. I don't care if I don't climb this mountain!"

Under the bewildered gaze of a group of people, the two happily ran down the mountain, their clothes still wet.

Qiao Qiao was not used to wearing Hanfu, so she held up her skirt and said, "It's really hard to draw on a piece of white paper. Dressed like this, I'll go hiking with you in the middle of the night."

"Wait a minute," Jiang Chen helped her lift up the skirt and tied it around her waist. There was a pair of cropped trousers under the skirt. Although Bai Zhihua felt that this was not authentic, Jiang Chen didn't want his wife to go out empty-handed, so this pair of Pants are a must, but she can do whatever she wants at home.

In this way, Qiao Qiao felt much more comfortable, and he would no longer have garlic under his feet, and Jiang Chen sneezed a few times after walking two steps.

"Honey, do you have a cold?" Qiao Qiao saw that Jiang Chen was wetter than herself.

Jiang Chen shook his head, "I'm in good health, and recently I drank the tonic wine made by my father. I'm just worried about you. There is a public toilet in front, and there is a set of dry Hanfu in your bag. You can change into that one."

Qiao Qiao nodded, and changed into the white Hanfu at the public toilet, but when changing clothes, she found that she was wearing a bellyband, which was the one that Bai Zitu bought.

She left the white paper painting for her to wear at home for Jiang Chen to create a mood for the two of them, so why did she wear it out!
The normal bellyband is okay, but this one is too small, and I feel like I am not a serious girl when I wear it.

It's okay if others can't see it. The most embarrassing thing is that because the body is already a little wet, the white clothes outside have penetrated a little, and the outline inside can be vaguely seen~
After coming out, Qiao Qiao took the wet coat that Jiang Chen was holding on his arm, and put it on directly.

"What are you doing? You have to wear wet clothes if you have dry clothes."

Qiao Qiao didn't say a word, she opened the zipper and Jiang Chen glanced at the front, and immediately zipped it up again.

Jiang Chen smiled, the red color under the white Hanfu is a bit obvious, and even the faint outline can be seen, "Okay, just put it on."

The two continued to walk, Jiang Chen suggested, "Find a hotel at the foot of the mountain, dry your clothes before going home."

"Ah."

The two stayed in an hourly room in a hotel, and after entering, Qiao Qiao urged Jiang Chen to take a hot bath, and even soaked him with cold medicine, while drying his clothes first.

When Jiang Chen came out wrapped in a bath towel, he hugged Qiao Qiao from behind.

Qiao Qiao twisted her body, "Don't get my clothes wet again."

"I wiped off, there is no water on my body."

Qiao Qiao didn't move anymore, and let the wind blow quietly.

Jiang Chen was a little restless, for the past two days he had been suppressing the effects of those medicinal wines, tossing and turning at night, he didn't dare to show his power to the white paper painting, but Qiao Qiao was his wife.

"What are you doing~"

Jiang Chen was not satisfied with hugging anymore.

"I just kissed your neck," Jiang Chen said with a smile, "I didn't touch it below the neck."

Prince Shen wrote it, so he understands all of this.

Qiao Qiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this really hindered her from working, so she said a word, which made Jiang Chen let go of herself, and she didn't even dare to glance at her.

"I dress like this, when I do it, which one do you think about?"
After returning from the chaos, Qiao Qiao found that she was kissing, and seeing her husband in front of her, she was relieved and continued to cooperate with him.

At that time, she knew that she was definitely not the one who kissed her husband just now, but that was not important, after all, she chose the path.

She even thought about how embarrassing it would be if she woke up suddenly when her husband was flirting with a certain personality~
But when Jiang Chen said that he wanted to help Bai Zhihua realize his wish, Qiao Qiao's mood suddenly became complicated, and he felt a little relieved that he finally knew how to care for the other sisters.

But his concern is a bit inappropriate, and it is too much to teach him how to do it yourself. I have no temper. You can make a white paper painting if you can, why should I teach you!
But up to this point, Qiao Qiao still knew the general idea, until Jiang Chen hugged himself in a white ancient costume, and began to arch around her neck.

Qiao Qiao couldn't help thinking, the one Jiang Chen really wanted to kiss was himself, or a blank paper, after all, they probably haven't kissed enough in the rain just now.

So the sentence "I dress like this, when I do it, which one do you think?" blurted out.

Jiang Chen immediately became honest when he said the words of condemnation. Not only did he sit obediently on the bed, but he didn’t dare to look at Qiaoqiao, for fear that she would misunderstand that what he was looking at was a blank paper painting. If she didn’t wear clothes, he would dare to look at it. she is gone.

And Qiaoqiao finally realized that if she pushed her husband into other personalities, she would care and be sour. She was far from having the spirit of sharing as she imagined, and her consciousness was not as good as a bicycle or a power bank!