Daily life with uncle

Ziqing comforted him with a pleasant surprise.

I kind of miss him.

In fact, it's also strange, Ziqing and I have been married for almost seven years, and there are still two full months before our seventh wedding anniversary.I am always glad to be with him, and the enthusiasm has not diminished but increased, my heart is warm, and I am so comfortable that I want to scream.Get closer, and the familiar smell of Ziqing will drill into my nose to sense the brain, and then follow the nerves to the ends of the limbs, and...the most primitive desire, to stir it up.I can describe every inch of his body with my eyes closed, feel it with my lips and tongue, caress it with my fingers, but that's it, he still has an unparalleled attraction to me, and all my attention is on Ziqing's body No one else can take away a single bit of it from him.Moist eyes, fluttering eyelashes, bright red lips, slender neck, pink nipples, white chest, flexible belly, shy genitals, straight long legs and round toes, have grown into my heart. appearance.

Tsk, I can't think about it anymore, if I think about it again, I can't drive the car anymore.

The Seven Year Itch Part2

In the supermarket near eleven o'clock in the morning, there was a huge crowd.As soon as I came in, I regretted it a little, but since I’m here, I’m going to pick some of your favorite food.

My taste is far from Ziqing's.He is from the north, he likes spicy food, pasta and cakes.And I am an authentic southerner, rice is a must.

When I was with Ziqing just now, I was the one who cooked.I always drive him out of the kitchen when cooking, how can my little prince let him be contaminated with oily fumes?After half a year, he suddenly wanted to watch me cook in the kitchen, saying that being alone was boring.I moved a small bench to the kitchen door and gave him a potato to peel.His thin white fingers are holding the round potatoes, and the other hand is holding the paring knife hard, but to no avail, the potatoes always slip from the palm, and the trembling movements make me afraid that he will cut my fingers.But he was very serious, biting his lip and staring at the work in hand, peeling a piece of potato for half an hour.

"How is it?" He held up the potato that had been peeled to only half, and asked me happily.

"Daughter-in-law, don't peel it, it's not enough for the two of us." I took the leftovers from his hand, washed them, and soaked them in water.

He watched me complete a series of movements, and suddenly said angrily: "Do it yourself, forget it if you are exhausted." Then he took a paring knife and walked to the small bench by himself, sat down, picked up the The skins of the potatoes begin to buckle.

He pursed his lips and struggled with a small piece of potato skin, scratching it with a knife, and I was suddenly blessed: Ziqing wanted to help me, and he didn't want me to be tired.

What a lovely and kind Ziqing.

I walked over and squatted in front of him, and he lowered his head and didn't look at me.

I grabbed his hand, took away the knife in his hand gently but could not refuse, forced him to stop, and then he raised his eyes to look at me, staring stubbornly with black and white eyes.I leaned forward and kissed him with a "chirp", he froze for a moment, raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, I kissed him again with a "chirp", this time his brows were no longer raised, and he turned away his eyes and muttered in a low voice : "You know how to kiss me, and you know that I'm easy to bully."

"Daughter-in-law, you are so kind." I looked at him with a smile.

He broke away from my hand and began to lower his head and fiddle with his fingers, "Who is your wife, shameless."

"I'm your wife, hehe."

He couldn't help but glanced at me, smiled and then remembered the current situation and quickly stopped, and said sullenly, "I won't stay here anymore, you can play by yourself." As he said that, he was about to get up and leave, and I hugged him quickly His waist, shamelessly said: "I don't want to play alone, you can stay here with me, okay?"

He pretended to hesitate for a moment, then let go, "Okay, but I want to peel another potato."

"All right, all you have to do is cut a few."

I don't want to expose his small thoughts, but I like to see him care about me but feel embarrassed to speak out.

Later, Ziqing could also cook simple meals. Sometimes when I was away or came back late, he would be ready to wait for me.One time when I was late from get off work, he called me and asked me what I had for dinner. I didn't even think about it and said, "Dinner."

"I know what to eat, and I'm about to make it. What do you eat?"

"It's just eating."

"Lin Shu, are you deliberately teasing me! I like to eat or not." Then I hung up the phone with a bang, I was confused, is it right to eat?

After returning home, he was still angry and said that he didn't want to talk to me.

"What's wrong, daughter-in-law? What did I say wrong?" I said aggrievedly.

"Are you doing it on purpose today? Do you think my cooking is not delicious? Still eating, eat you big head ghost."

When I heard that, this is not acceptable. I accidentally hurt Ziqing's self-esteem. The key point is that I have no idea what's wrong.

"You can't tell me what you want to eat. Rice, noodles, soup, whatever. I don't know how to cook and I don't know how to buy. Eat? I won't cook for you anymore."

Now I understood why Ziqing was angry. He asked me what I was eating and I said I was eating.For them, eating refers to this matter, but in our house, rice is a must, and rice is rice, and rice is rice, so my "eating" means "eating rice". He thought I was mocking him. angry.

My lovely little prince, there is a lovely misunderstanding.

I explained for a long time before he forgave me.

Back to reality, I smiled for a long time at a cabbage, the aunt next to me looked weird, maybe she thought I had a brain problem.I quickly put down the cabbage, smiled at her, and raised my hand for her to pick.When I was leaving, I heard her talking to herself: "A young man who is quite energetic, why is there a mental problem?"

I"……"

The Seven Year Itch Part3

I put the vegetables I just bought in the kitchen, took out my mobile phone and called Ziqing, telling him not to go out to eat.

"Ziqing?"

"what happened?"

I felt a little strange, Ziqing's voice was cold and impatient.

Maybe I'm still angry, I comfort myself silently, and I have to admit my mistake later.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Um"

"Then don't go out, wait for me to deliver food to you."

He was silent for a while before reluctantly agreeing.

……

I frowned and stared at the phone that had just been hung up, not knowing why.

When I walked into their company building with the crisper, it was already 12 o'clock, and the employees walked out in twos and threes.I am a frequent customer of their company, and my relationship with Ziqing is not a secret. Seeing me delivering food, everyone I know greeted me with a smile: "President Lin, are you delivering food again?" "Our manager is so lucky!" But Today, apart from teasing, their tone was vaguely gloating.

Confused, I grabbed Ziqing's assistant Rachel who was walking towards me, "Rachel, how is Ziqing feeling today? Why are you reacting so strangely?"

Rachel frowned and poured bitterness on me: "President Lin, did you offend Boss? He came here early this morning with a dark face. He is usually so scary. He scolded me three times this morning! The last time He even ran to my office to accuse me, but why did you ask me for the printing department!"

I smiled awkwardly, darling, Ziqing is so angry, she was really gentle with me on the phone just now.

"Go and eat quickly, I'll deliver food to your Boss."

"You must comfort him well, otherwise we will suffer as subordinates!"

"Oh, I will."

I turned around and went to the elevator and pressed the up button, just as the elevator came down from the floor where Ziqing's office was located.

Open one layer at a time.

Finally reached the first floor, the elevator door opened, and the people inside rushed out, all the sleepiness of the morning was wiped away.Infected by such an atmosphere, I hummed a song and was about to enter the elevator. When I looked up, I saw Ziqing walking out with her head down.I was surprised and stopped him, "Ziqing? Why did you come down?"

"...I have something to do"

"What can happen at this time?" I asked suspiciously.

"There is something, since you are here, go up first, and talk about it after dinner."

Saying that, he took the lead in the elevator.

"Come in, what are you doing?"

I went in without saying a word.

The two looked at the changing red numbers on the top in silence.

I felt him sneaking glances at me a few times, hesitant to speak.

I suddenly remembered: "You are not going to pick me up downstairs, are you?"

"...No, I have something to do."

He hesitated so much, I was even more sure that he was going down to pick me up, just because he was embarrassed.

Thinking of this, my mood improved, and the corners of my mouth rose slightly.

Feeling the change in the atmosphere, he also pursed his lips and smiled.I raised his little finger, but he didn't respond but just lowered his head, slowly grabbed his whole hand and wrapped it in my palm.

In the elevator, it is like a thick and ambiguous net, netting our legs, netting our bodies, and finally netting our mouths, leaving only the area in the brain that senses the outside world. No one speaks, but the feelings are like Coming up like a tide.

Fluttering.

Warm.

"Ding—" The elevator reached the 25th floor, and the door opened.

The tide receded quickly, and I woke up like a dream, with a little regret: such a pure and tacit atmosphere has not appeared for a long time after I was busy.

I opened the insulated box, took out the dishes one by one, and set up half of the table.

Ziqing was stunned when she came back after washing her hands, "Why did you do so much?"

"Hey, you've worked hard recently, give me a reward, and besides, I'll eat with you."

I ended up taking out the cilantro juice and putting it on the table.

This time he was really surprised.

Ziqing likes coriander. She likes it in various ways: steamed, mixed and fried, especially with coriander juice.And I really can't smell the coriander, and I can't make soup with a bowl of washed coriander, it will make my stomach sick.just together