Reborn 1980, the rough husband is too hard to woo!

Zhan Chuyao immediately leaned down and was about to seal his wife's lips, but the woman naughtily dodged him.

"Ok?"

Zhan Chuyao was stunned for a moment, and Ning Qing pinched his nose and said, "I've been in the car all day and my body is covered in dirt. Can I take a shower first?"

"Okay," Zhan Chuyao obediently let go, but his hot eyes still made Ning Qing's face turn red, "Wait for me!"

After saying that, she pushed away her husband who was pressing her down and ran out.

When she came in just now, Zhan Chuyao had already told her that the next room was the bathroom. Ning Qingshu landed in the bathroom and was about to start taking a bath.

"Qingqing, that one has hot water, can you make it yourself?"

Zhan Chuyao came to his senses and followed Ning Qing out uneasily, "Don't wash with cold water, be careful of catching a cold."

"I know," Ning Qing replied. When she heard Zhan Chuyao's voice not leaving, she hesitated and said, "Honey, can you rub my back? I...can't reach it."

"it is good……"

Without thinking, Zhan Chuyao opened the door and walked in. In the mist-filled space, a graceful figure was exposed in front of his eyes, making the man's eyes instantly twitch.

He took the bath towel from Ning Qing's hand and stroked the woman's back, but it didn't seem like he was rubbing her back.

"Husband, hurry up~"

Ning Qing's coquettishness was like turning on a switch, pouring out all Zhan Chuyao's longing for him. He hugged Ning Qing forcefully and blew gently into her ear.

The surrounding misty temperature suddenly began to rise.

Zhan Chuyao's other hand gradually became restless, kissed Ning Qing's mouth domineeringly, and began to steal the air from her mouth.

Just when Ning Qing was defeated, Zhan Chuyao picked up Ning Qing and walked to the bedroom, kicking the door back with his foot.

With a sound of "哐——", the door was closed.

For a time, the room was filled with endless spring light.

Zhan Chuyao's longing for Ning Qing these days also disappeared in an instant, turning into tenderness around his fingers. The moonlight was also turned pink by the gauze curtains on the bed.

Amid the waves of wind, the air heats up the fingertips, weaving a soft spring night.

……

When Ning Qing opened her eyes again, the sun had already shone into the room, making everyone in the room feel lazy.

Ning Qing rubbed her groggy eyes, and Zhan Chuyao had already prepared the meal and brought it into the room.

"Are you awake? Get up and eat."

Ning Qing gave a dull "hmm" and looked at the large and small marks on her body. She was buried in the quilt. It's true that a little goodbye is better than a wedding. This man who indulges in meat can't be too hungry. .

"You go out, I need to get dressed."

"I'll help you," Zhan Chuyao put the rice on the table aside, picked up the new clothes he had prepared for Ning Qing in a funny way, and climbed onto the bed on his knees, "Why don't you want to wear them? It just so happens that I don't want you to wear them either."

As he said that, he put his hand into the quilt. Ning Qing was so frightened that she quickly sat up. Seeing the cunning look in the man's eyes, she glared at him coquettishly and snatched the clothes away. "I'll do it myself. You can go out."

"I haven't seen anything about you?"

"Besides, it's my duty to help my wife get dressed!"

Zhan Chuyao said, pulling her over and ravaging her again before letting her go. Ning Qing had already lost her strength and allowed Zhan Chuyao to help her get dressed and hold her on the stool.

She covered her eyes with her hands, as if that way she couldn't see her blushing face from shyness.

Zhan Chuyao handed Ning Qing a bun and said, "Qingqing, will you move out and live here with me from now on? This will make it easier for me to take care of you, okay?"

Ning Qing's face turned red, wondering: "Isn't this bad? I don't know what's going on over there, so just to make it special, I should try my best to make time to come and accompany you, okay, husband?"

What can he do when his wife speaks?

I can only nod, there is nothing I can do!

Ning Qing happily placed a kiss on Zhan Chuyao's forehead, then ran out of the room with the bun in hand, "I'm leaving first, I'll be late soon, bye, husband!"

Zhan Chuyao, who was "abandoned", smiled helplessly and secretly sighed that he had been poisoned by a poison called "Ning Qing".

"Forget it, you can't tie her to your side for the rest of your life, let her be."

Ning Qing ran all the way to school and laughed involuntarily when she thought of Zhan Chuyao's expression of not having enough to eat.

When she got to the dormitory, there was no one there, but she put a note on the bed, "Comrade Ning Qing, since you didn't come back last night, I was alone in the room. I was in a very happy mood, so I reluctantly told you that you would be here before ten o'clock. Go to the first meeting room, don’t be late.”

As soon as he saw the handwriting, Ning Qing knew it was left by Li Xiaoqin.

This guy never forgets to tease himself. Ning Qing stuffed the note under the bed and rushed to the first meeting room.

It was exactly 09:30 when she found the place. The conference room was already full of people. She was just trying to find a seat when she heard Li Xiaoqin shouting very loudly, "Ning Qing! Here!"

Ning Qing waved her hand, then bent down and approached Li Xiaoqin. After sitting down, she said, "Thank you!"

Then, he pointed to the packed conference room and asked, "What's going on?"

"Why are we being so polite?" Li Xiaoqin glanced around and whispered in Ning Qing's ear, "I don't know. Someone informed us in the morning to gather here and said there was something important. What was it specifically? Nothing was said."

"Okay." Ning Qing nodded. Zhou Qi, who was sitting behind them, saw the two of them getting along and thought of the scene of hugging Zhan Chuyao yesterday afternoon. She held a breath in her heart and said loudly to the girl next to her, "I don't know. Shameless, staying up all night just after school started, it’s really eye-opening.”

When the people around heard her words, the topic immediately changed and they began to whisper among themselves.

Ning Qing originally didn't want to talk to Zhou Qi, but she kept buzzing like a fly, which was really annoying.

"You can envy you, but it's a pity..."

"What's a pity?" Li Xiaoqin answered with dignity.

"She doesn't have a husband, and she always thinks about other people's husbands. I don't know how she has the nerve to say that. It's really... tsk tsk tsk, it's so puzzling."

Zhou Qi stood up with a bang, pointed at Ning Qing and started to curse.

The girl sitting next to her pulled Zhou Qi's arm and whispered to her, "Comrade Zhou, forget it, it's better to do less than to do more. Class will start soon."

Zhou Qi pushed her hand away, glared at her angrily, and shouted, "What do you know! Ning Qing..."

Before she could say anything, the door of the conference room was opened, and four or five elderly people in their sixties walked in, followed by Han Jianbing in a wheelchair.

In an instant, the conference room fell silent, and Zhou Qi's discomfort suddenly settled in her heart.