Reborn 1980 turns over and becomes Bai Fumei

The meaning in Wang Xianglian's words was so obvious that Wu Peiqi in the room couldn't help but be amused.

In fact, she really just wanted to take a break.

After a day of driving in the car today, I didn't have a long rest, and I was dragged out by Wang Xianglian for an 'introduction', and then I was cooking again...

Originally supported by the motivation of seeing Zhao Lijun, she didn't feel too tired, but Zhao Lijun came back suddenly, and such a farce was staged at home.

She now feels buzzing in her temples, and she just wants to lie down and close her eyes to rest.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing outside, she thought that Wang Xianglian had left and the house should be quiet, so she closed her eyes and planned to rest for a while.

Not long after, there was the sound of a key being inserted into the lock cylinder at the door.

Then Zhao Lijun opened the door and came in.

The eyes of the two collided in the air.

Zhao Lijun looked a little cramped, and he didn't dare to go in when he stood at the door.

He wasn't sure if Wu Peiqi was really jealous and angry as Wang Xianglian said.

After Wu Yan stared at each other for a while, he suggested: "Otherwise, eat something before resting."

Seeing his appearance, Wu Peiqi held back her laughter, and couldn't help teasing him, saying, "I don't want to eat! I'm full of gas, what else to eat."

"You misunderstood!" Zhao Lijun walked over anxiously, wanting to explain.

Wu Peiqi almost couldn't hold back her laughter, and quickly turned over with her back to Zhao Lijun.

This was the first time Zhao Lijun saw Wu Peiqi jealous and angry.

He sat nervously by the bed, wanting to explain, but didn't know where to start.

After organizing the language for a long time, he explained clumsily: "I don't know that she cooked the food, otherwise I would definitely not eat a bite."

"I don't know? Is it the food made by my own mother, you can't eat it?"

"...Maybe it's because of the injection, my sense of taste has been insensitive for the past two days."

"Hmph, it's all an excuse! You're just pretending to be stupid, pretending you don't know anything, and then enjoying the kindness others treat you!" After speaking, Wu Peiqi almost couldn't help it, and her whole body trembled.

Zhao Lijun was so scared that he thought she was crying, so he quickly turned her over.

As a result, she met a pair of bright, smiling eyes.

Where is the slightest bit of anger and sadness on this woman's face?The corners of the mouth are almost grinning to the ears!
When he found out that he had been cheated, Zhao Lijun was dumbfounded and helpless.

But he also breathed a sigh of relief, and his nerves were relaxed.

He reached out and stroked Wu Peiqi's hair, then lay down and took Wu Peiqi into his arms.

"I thought you were really angry." His chin rested on the top of Wu Peiqi's head, and the tremor in his chest was transmitted to Wu Peiqi when he spoke.

In the past few days, he has been receiving anti-inflammatory injections in the hospital and has not worked, but he always feels unspeakably tired.

Now lying on the bed, hugging the person he was thinking about day and night, he felt that the exhaustion seemed to dissipate, and every pore in his body was relaxed.

Wu Peiqi's temples stopped buzzing, and she closed her eyes greedily.

The two of them just lay there quietly, neither speaking nor moving.

Within a few minutes, the two embraced each other and fell asleep.

When I woke up, the sky outside the window was already dark.

The house is quiet, and Wang Xianglian obviously hasn't come back yet.

In the dead of night, with nephrite in his arms, Zhao Lijun, as a vigorous young man, was breathing more and more heavily, and his Adam's apple kept sliding up and down.

Wu Peiqi, who embraced him, naturally felt the change in him.

But she just wanted to pretend that she didn't notice anything. Who made Zhao Lijun recruit a peach blossom and made her unhappy?
She deliberately pushed Zhao Lijun away and sat up, "It's getting dark, I haven't eaten yet, I'm so hungry."

Zhao Lijun looked at her quietly, like a pitiful puppy waiting to be pampered.

She continued to play dumb: "Shall I go and heat up dinner?"

Commander Zhao Lijun sighed, "I'll go, you lie down for a while, and I'll call you when it's done."

After finishing speaking, he got up and got out of bed, without saying that he was covering up a certain part.

Wu Peiqi pretended she didn't see anything, didn't continue to lie down and rest as he said, and followed him out.

"Is it true that Auntie won't come back tonight? Then I'll sleep in Auntie's room tonight. It's just right."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Lijun stopped and looked deeply at her.

"What's the matter?" Wu Peiqi clasped her hands behind her back, raised her small face, and raised her lively eyebrows, looking cute and mischievous.

"You did it on purpose." Zhao Lijun said in a firm tone.

"What on purpose? I don't know what you're talking about."

Seeing her pretending to be stupid, Zhao Lijun really wanted to answer her with actions.

In the end, though, reason prevailed, and he decided to feed her first.

He only wanted to warm up Wu Peiqi's meal, and he didn't remember that his hand was still injured.

Wu Peiqi watched his every move, and when he saw that his gauze-wrapped hands were about to dip into the water, she called him to stop.

"Are you stupid?" She scolded, and pushed Zhao Lijun aside, "You are a wounded patient, I can let you cook for me?"

Zhao Lijun glanced at his hands in bewilderment, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, everything is almost fine."

"If it's almost better, why go to the hospital for an injection?"

"..."

Wu Peiqi gave him an angry look.

Suddenly thought of something, and asked casually: "You have an injury on your hand, how do you wash it in the shower?"

"Use this hand." Zhao Lijun raised his other hand and said.

But the palm of his hand was not injured, and there were several wounds on his arm.

"Is it convenient to use one hand? Let me help you."

Help him... take a bath?
Zhao Lijun stared at Wu Peiqi with burning eyes, as if he was trying to tell whether she was telling the truth or joking.

Seeing that Wu Peiqi was embarrassed, she stretched out her hand and nudged him.

"What's the matter? Are you still unwilling?"

Zhao Lijun coughed twice to conceal his excitement, and then said against his will: "No, I think it's too much trouble for you."

"That's it, forget it, you'd better wash it yourself."

"..."

Zhao Lijun wished he could bite off his tongue.

What's so reserved about this kind of thing?

He is such a big man, can't he pretend to be generous and agree?

The word chagrin filled every corner of his face.

Wu Peiqi couldn't help laughing, she burst out laughing, and said, "But I'm here to take care of you, so of course I can't be afraid of trouble. Let's eat first, and I'll wash it for you after dinner."

This time, Zhao Lijun didn't hold back any more, and blushed, he said 'hmm'.

He stared at Wu Peiqi and thought to himself: The charming vixen described in Strange Stories probably looks like the person in front of him.

With something to look forward to, dinner will be boring.

1 minute is as long as 3 minutes.

But when he really finished eating, Zhao Lijun was at a loss again.

Should I get my clothes first, or do I do something first?
He was cramped like a timid child visiting a relative's house, restless.

Wu Peiqi, on the other hand, cleaned up the table, washed the dishes, and boiled water in an orderly manner.

The more Zhao Lijun waited, the more he felt that his roles with Wu Peiqi were reversed.

How did he become the passive, embarrassed party?
Just when he wanted to pretend that the old god was there, and wanted to switch roles back, he heard Wu Peiqi's order: "Go and lock the door, and then get a change of clothes."

"Okay!" Zhao Lijun agreed without thinking, and then got up to do it one by one.

"Take this water to the bathroom, and take a small bench, otherwise you are too tall and I can't reach you."

"it is good."

After finishing, he realized that Wu Peiqi had rolled up his trousers, as if he was going to show off his skills.

Why does it seem like you really just want to give him a bath?