She has little monsters in her pencil case

Liang Bing folded her arms and leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, her gaze was fixed on the busy figure inside with tenderness and love, and there was a warm smile on her lips.

It seemed that she would never get tired of such a scene.

The people in the kitchen had their backs to her, and they were busy washing vegetables at the moment, completely unaware that someone was secretly watching her at the door not far behind her.

Liang Bing is 27 years old this year.

She has indeed lived up to the expectations and worship of so many people over the years, and she is already a bigwig in the field she studies at a young age.

Now he is working as a professor in a well-known university in the country.

After so many years, now Liang Bing has faded away from the greenness of her high school days, not to mention more mature and calm, and her aura around her has become stronger and stronger.

However, his appearance hasn't changed much, he still has clean and sharp short hair, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and his face is as delicate as sculpture.

Liang Bing, 27, has been married for three years.

The one who is busy in the kitchen now is her wife, surnamed Sang, Liang Bing always calls her Wanwan lovingly.

Her wife is now working in a world-renowned company as a company executive.

So both of them are busy on weekdays.

But it just so happened that today happened to be Saturday, and both of them were free, so Sang Wan planned to cook dinner by herself.

Of course, it wasn't that Liang Bing didn't want to go in to help, but that her wife repeatedly ordered her not to step into the kitchen, for fear that she would cause trouble.

Who would have thought that Professor Liang, who is famous outside, and who does not change his face when giving a report in front of thousands of people, is not even qualified to enter the kitchen at home.

But it's not like Liang Bing didn't work hard these years. Even though he still can't cook now, he's no longer a killer in the kitchen, and his dishwashing skills are even more proficient.

So the division of labor in the family is very clear, Sang Wan cooks, Liang Bing washes the dishes, very harmonious.

Just when Liang Bing obeyed his wife's warning, he was wronged and leaned against the kitchen door frame, but couldn't take a step.

Sang Wan inside felt that something was wrong.

She was concentrating on washing the vegetables, but suddenly felt that her waist loosened, and the apron became loose and baggy.

Then he raised his hand to touch it, and found that the belt of the apron around his waist was open.

Without thinking too much, Sang Wan stopped washing the vegetables, stretched her hands behind her waist, and was about to tie her belt.

It's just that because I couldn't see what was behind me, and I was worried about rubbing the water on my clothes, I couldn't reach the strap after touching it for a long time.

Leaning against the door, Liang Bing touched her nose and laughed dumbfoundedly.

He stood up lightly, raised his long legs slightly, stepped into the room and walked behind Sang Wan, holding the belt of the apron with his fingertips to help the little fool in front of him fasten it.

It wasn't until she felt movement behind her that Sang Wan was slightly surprised, knowing that this person was coming.

After two seconds, he reacted with a chuckle, his brows and eyes soft.

"Didn't I not let you in?"

Liang Bing, who was behind her, was helping Sang Wan tie her apron belt intimately at the moment. The person in front of her had a slender waist, but with both hands holding the rope and gently pulling it, the slender waist was easily outlined.

Even though Liang Bing had lightly touched and stroked this place with his fingertips, and even kissed it, it still caught her mind at this moment.

Like she will always love this person and will always be attracted to her.

So after hearing Sang Wan's gentle questioning, she lowered her eyes and carefully scanned the other person's slender waist before she stopped.

Instead, he hugged Sang Wan tightly from behind, resting his head on the person's shoulder, hugging him like a clingy koala, and then gave the answer.

"I'm here to help you."

How old are you, and you are still acting like a baby here.

Sang Wan couldn't help laughing, there was really nothing he could do about her.

"A Liang, I can't wash the vegetables like this."

The other party's gentle words made Liang Bing hold her even more unwilling to let go, and moved his arms to hug his wife even tighter.

"Then don't wash it, I want to hold you."

Over the years, from Liang Xueba to Liang Dashen to Professor Liang, this coquettish skill can be said to be perfect.

Sang Wan turned her face slightly, looked at the person leaning on her shoulder, and smiled softly.

Gently kissed Liang Bing on the cheek to coax her.

"Hey, what do you eat at night if you don't wash the vegetables, you go out first."

"But I don't want you to be too tired."

"I'm so tired from cooking a meal."

Sang Wan shook her head slightly and chuckled, "I quite like cooking."

Hearing what she said, Liang Bing knew that he couldn't squeeze it anymore, sighed, kissed the man in his arms lightly on the earlobe, and then let go and turned to go out.

It's just that he walked out of the kitchen door and returned to the original position, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, quietly watching Sang Wan's back.

In fact, Sang Wan's dishes were almost finished just now, and now Liang Bing left her just to free up his hands to get the dishes to load.

It's just that a wise man sometimes misses a hundred secrets, and Sang Wan, who often hangs around in the kitchen, will also miss it.

When she reached out to reach for the exquisite porcelain plate next to her, she was lazy and didn't look back, and she kept getting wet between washing the vegetables.

So it seems logical.

"Clap!"

There was a crisp and loud sound.

The exquisite plate spun freely for three and a half weeks, and fell to pieces, sending porcelain slag flying everywhere.

This frightened Sang Wan, she squatted down to tidy up.

Even Liang Bing, who was leaning relaxedly by the door, suddenly changed his face, straightened up and walked into the house.

However, she was a little further away, and Sang Wan had already squatted down by this time.

It seems that facts are always against people.

Just when Liang Bing was walking in, he was about to tell me not to touch me, for fear that the other party would hurt his hands.

"hiss!"

Sang Wan let out a soft cry of pain, threw away the sharp fragments she had just picked up in her hand, and retracted her hand reflexively.

It looked like it had been cut.

Professor Liang, who has always been calm and emotional, changed his face with a slight twitch when he heard this exclamation.

Quickly walked up to Sang Wan and squatted down, reached out and took the other's fingertips and put them in his lips gently.

Sang Wan was taken aback by Liang Bing's quick emergency action. She didn't react until she felt her fingertips were hot and humid, and smiled comfortingly.

"It's okay, you don't have to be so nervous."

In fact, it didn't hurt at all, and I didn't even see blood just now, I guess it was just scratched to death.

But I didn't expect to make this person so nervous.

Liang Bing let go, carefully looked at Sang Wan's scratched fingertips, frowned and shook his head seriously, completely disagreeing with Sang Wan's point of view.

"No, go sit on the sofa and I'll give you medicine."

Eh, just a little injury.

Sang Wan just wanted to say this, but the next second she saw Liang Bing's serious face, she knew that she couldn't resist at all.

He nodded along with her.

"Good good."

Within 2 minutes, as soon as Sang Wan was on the sofa, Liang Bing hurried to get the medicine box.

Sang Wan'an sat quietly, her eyes fixed on her busy figure running around, with a warm smile in her eyes.

She had known this man for years, and they had been in love for years.

But time is like a coagulant, instead of making their feelings cold, it seems like old wine is getting worse.

They haven't experienced the pain of three years and the itch of seven years, but they are afraid that the time is too short, and they may not be able to express their deep love clearly.

Just like what Sang Wan said when she bravely held Liang Bing's hand and told her mother that she actually liked girls.

I will not let go of her hand, and I am not willing to let go.

Because I know I will always love her.

And so is she.

"You're still laughing, don't your hands hurt?"

Just when Sang Wan quietly fell into memory, Liang Bing had already walked over with a medicine box.

Seeing this man sitting on the sofa not paying attention to the wound on his hand, and still laughing, he said something to her helplessly.

Sang Wan really didn't care at all, and cheerfully raised her hand to show Liang Bing.

"It's really all right. You can see that there is no bleeding. If you don't come here for a while, you won't find the wound."

nonsense.

Liang Bing squatted down on one knee in front of Sang Wan, grabbed the hand that was moving indiscriminately, and saw the deep cut.

At that moment, she frowned distressedly, took out the medicine from the medicine box, and wrapped her in a band-aid gently and solemnly.

Sang Wan looked down at her index finger and smiled.

"A fuss."

However, Liang Bing didn't think it was a fuss at all, and lightly rubbed/. caressed the knuckles of Sang Wan's index finger with her fingertips, and then lightly kissed the fingertips on the band-aid.

"It hurts."

I wish I could cut two cuts on my hands, and I don't want you to be injured.

She didn't say the nasty concern behind her, but Sang Wan understood what she meant.

She raised her other hand to stroke Liang Bing's soft black hair, and spoke soothingly.

"I'll be careful in the future."

"Ah."

Before Liang Bing opened his mouth, he responded softly, his deep voice sank in his throat, and it was magnetic and pleasant.

Then she didn't let go of Sang Wan's hand, but lowered her head, and kissed him again.

Fiery and warm.

Sang Wan could even feel the passionate love under her warm lips.

Then, without stopping her movements, her thin lips moved down slowly and gently kissed the slender and white wrist.

Slightly hot, lingering and persistent.

It was itchy again, reaching to the apex of his heart, making Sang Wan squint his eyes slightly uncontrollably.

Then she smiled softly, knowing that this person really felt sorry for her and was expressing her dissatisfaction.

Then he bent down and kissed Liang Bing's lips, gently grinding, tender and full of love.

It's a pity that Liang Bing has always been different from her. This person has always been strong and fiery in this regard.

Not to mention that now that Sang Wan took the initiative, she was really out of control.

So it became more and more enthusiastic later, and kicked open the bedroom door uncontrollably after kissing.

Four 10 minutes later.

Sang Wan lay lazily on Liang Bing's chest, unwilling to even move her eyelids, she was like a cat who knows how to play, lazy and charming, with rain and dew in the corners of her eyes.

He was stretching out his fingers and drawing circles on Liang Bing's shoulders.

Now she doesn't think about cooking anymore, she knows that Liang Bing won't let her cook anymore because her hand is injured.

Liang Bing had always been used to her, allowing her fingers to play around with him lightly, as he did many years ago, gently rubbing Sang Wan's little head.

"Doesn't your hand hurt? You probably didn't touch it just now."

"Ah."

Sang Wan lazily replied.

After all, just now Professor Liang was in a daze and was looking at her hand.

"That..."

Unfortunately, when Liang Bing spoke again, he was interrupted by an abrupt voice before he could speak.

It was the doorbell that could be faintly heard two doors away, and it seemed a little hurried.

Sang Wan lay on her Ah Liang's chest and blinked, then stretched out her little feet to hook the person next to her pillow.

"Go and open the door, I won't go."

I was exhausted just now.

Liang Bing understood her subtext immediately, she lowered her eyes and smiled, and kissed Sang Wan's temples lovingly.

"it is good."

Then he stood up very obediently, put on his clothes and went to open the door.

Leaving Sang Wan huddled in the nest alone, watching the back of the other party leaving, she squinted her eyes with a smile.

It was too soon to open the door, and when Sang Wan yawned for the second time, Liang Bing came back.

Unsurprisingly, the delivery.

Liang Bing unpacked the outer packaging as he walked towards the bedroom, and took out the contents to have a look.

Sang Wan tilted her head when she came back, and asked in a hazy voice.

"What is it?"

Liang Bing laughed when he heard the sound, walked to Sang Wan's side and took the envelope from the courier and handed it to her.

"It's Zhuang Mu and Zhang Xiao's wedding invitation."

"Wow! Is it finally here? The two of them just said they would send it the day before yesterday. I thought it would take a few days."

Upon hearing Liang Bing's words, Sang Wan immediately sat up from the bed, covered her chest with the quilt, and looked at the invitation with surprise in her eyes.

Then she looked up at Liang Bing very happily.

"that is really good."

"Yeah, great."

Liang Bing gently touched Sang Wan's head with his eyes, and then gently hugged her.

It's all too good to be true.

Whether it's them or us.

Ever since I met you in the woods on campus that afternoon many years ago, the rest of my life has been wonderful.

No matter how many times you say a sentence, you will never get tired of it.

I love you.