blind date accident scene

Zhou Yibai is very busy this week, besides cooking, he spends most of his time sitting at the work desk.

Meng Yu knew that it was probably time for him to finish the draft, so he consciously got off work early every day and went home to take Ningning with him, doing housework along the way, so that Zhou Yibai could concentrate on his work.

At 07:30 in the evening, Meng Yu was mopping the floor, while Ning Ning tiptoed to wipe the table with a rag.

Ning Ning was short and short-handed, so he wiped the sides of the table, but he couldn't wipe the center of the table no matter what.

"Uncle..." Ning Ning looked up at Meng Yu begging for help.

Meng Yu hurriedly put the mop aside, quickly stepped forward and picked Ning Ning up by the waist, letting Ning Ning airborne directly above the table.

Ning Ning smiled after being picked up, and wiped the table with her hands. Meng Yu simply hugged her around the room in this position.

"Ning Ning is flying!" Ning Ning raised her hands flat, giggling non-stop.

Meng Yu hugged her and walked around in front of Zhou Yibai. Zhou Yibai was lowering his head and concentrating on drawing. He only looked up when he saw the figure in front of him flickering.

"Dad dear!"

Ning Ning pointed to her pouty cheek to kiss, Zhou Yibai leaned forward and kissed her.

"Ah! I want it too!" Seeing that Ning Ning was kissed, Meng Yu quickly lowered his body and put his cheeks in front of Zhou Yibai, "Kiss here! Kiss here!"

As soon as he lowered his body, Ning Ning was hugged down and smiled amusedly.Seeing his expectant face, Zhou Yibai stretched out his hand to pinch his chin to turn his face straight, and quickly kissed him on the mouth.After the kiss, Zhou Yibai wiped his mouth nonchalantly, lowered his head with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and went to draw again.

After being kissed, Meng Yu felt happy, and played with Ningning for a while.

At eight o'clock, Meng Yu called Ning Ning to take a shower, while he came to Zhou Yibai's work desk.

Zhou Yibai was drawing pictures on a notebook, and as soon as Meng Yu approached, he closed the notebook, pushed it aside casually, raised his head and stretched himself.

"Are you tired?" Meng Yu leaned against his desk and smiled, "Take a break?"

"Don't...you can't finish the painting." Zhou Yibai yawned again.

"When do you have to submit the manuscript?"

"Recently..." Zhou Yibai answered vaguely, fiddled with the sundries on the table, and finally stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom."

When walking past Meng Yu, Zhou Yibai bumped his head on Meng Yu's shoulder, with a look of wanting to sleep but having to hold on.

Sometimes Meng Yu got off work late and was tired when he came back, so Zhou Yibai would give him a cold drink before going to make him a supper.

Seeing Zhou Yibai's tired look, Meng Yu thought it was cute and pitiful, so he thought of it, so he went to the kitchen and poured him a full glass of cold orange juice while Zhou Yibai was going to the bathroom, and wanted to give him a cup of cold orange juice as well. refreshing.

Meng Yu put the glass of orange juice on Zhou Yibai's work table, and took a coaster to press it down, fearing that the water droplets on the side of the glass would wet Zhou Yibai's manuscript.

Seeing that the table was a little messy, he swept the rubber scraps into the palm of his hand and threw them into the trash can under the table.Seeing a few scattered pieces of drawing paper lying around, he also folded them up, thinking about where to put them.

There was a shelf on the left side of the desktop, and he stretched out his hand to put the stack of papers on the shelf.

After everything was put away, there was only the picture that Zhou Yibai was drawing in the center, and the brushes and paints in front of him left on the table.

Meng Yu stretched out his hand in satisfaction, thinking that the table would be more tidy, and Zhou Yibai would be able to work...

Suddenly, when Meng Yu withdrew his hand, he touched the glass of orange juice.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Watching the cup fall slowly, Meng Yu stretched out his hand to grab it, but he was a step too slow, and the cup just fell down slowly and slowly... Finally, it fell on the table with a "snap".

In an instant, the time returned to normal, and the orange juice crazily flowed out from the fallen cup, invading the drawing paper on the table.

Meng Yu straightened the cup with one hand, and rescued the drawing paper on the table with the other, and quickly lifted the drawing paper up.

"What are you doing!" At this time Zhou Yibai also came out of the toilet, almost frightened to death by seeing this scene, and ran to the work table quickly.

Meng Yu lowered his head to check, luckily no orange juice was stained on the drawing paper, otherwise Zhou Yibai would not be able to compensate Zhou Yibai if it really ruined him and died a hundred times in terms of the degree of completion of the painting.

"It's not dirty!" Meng Yu heaved a sigh of relief. Although it was a disaster, it was at least not beyond the point of no return...

"Ah!" Zhou Yibai suddenly yelled loudly, and stared behind Meng Yu with wide eyes.

Meng Yu sensed that something was wrong, and when he turned around, he saw that there was still a notebook on the table.He patronized the drawing paper in the center, but didn't notice that there was this thing there.

If he remembers correctly, he has often seen Zhou Yibai drawing on this book during the whole week, and he was also drawing on this book when he stayed up late at night...

At this very moment, the book was soaking in orange juice.

damn.

Meng Yu hurriedly put the drawing paper aside, and wanted to save the book.However, just as he reached out his hand, Zhou Yibai swung it aside.Zhou Yibai took the book away, and ran to the kitchen without looking back.

Meng Yu's hand was still in the air, looking at Zhou Yibai's back, he knew he was going to die this time.

Orange juice was dripping along the edge of the table, and less than a fifth of the full glass of orange juice was left in the glass, almost all of it had flowed out.

Meng Yu hurried to get a rag to wipe it, and when he went to the kitchen, he saw Zhou Yibai standing by the sink, with the book next to him.

The notebook was spread out, and the original snow-white drawing paper was stained orange by the orange juice, and the pictures on it could no longer be seen clearly.

Zhou Yibai looked down at the painting, but Meng Yu couldn't see his expression.

"Xiaobai, I'm sorry..." Meng Yu stepped forward and said softly, "It's all my fault..."

Zhou Yibai ignored him and looked at the notebook silently.

Meng Yu knew that Zhou Yibai definitely didn't want to see him now, so he went back silently to clean up the mess.

Those orange juices flowed all over the table. Fortunately, Meng Yu had cleared the table before, otherwise there would be heavy casualties this time.But this is nothing to be thankful for, because he ruined Zhou Yibai's works after all.

Meng Yu went back and forth several times before he wiped the table clean, and then he wiped the floor as well.

After wiping, Zhou Yibai still maintained the same posture standing in front of the sink, as if he hadn't moved.

Meng Yu didn't dare to wash the rag in front of him, so he went into the toilet to wash and hang up the rag, then silently changed his clothes, taking off the shirt and suit pants that hadn't been changed since he got home, and changed them into home clothes. Short-sleeved shorts, and then went back to the toilet to get things.

Three minutes later, Meng Yu was kneeling in the living room with a washboard under his knees.

After another 3 minutes, Zhou Yibai finally came out of the kitchen, passed him expressionlessly, returned to the work area without seeing him, and sat down heavily on the chair.

Angry, Zhou Yibai was really angry.

Zhou Yibai is usually soft and sticky, but he is by no means a temperless person, not to mention that the work that he has worked hard for several days is instantly ruined for such a stupid reason.

If this happened to Meng Yu, he would definitely tear the bitch up on the spot, Zhou Yibai didn't even scold him, it can be said that he was very restrained.

However, even though Zhou Yibai didn't lose his temper at him, Meng Yu was still sweating in a panic.

The figure of his father could not help appearing in his mind.

He remembered that it was also a summer night, and his father told the eight-year-old him earnestly.

"Son, do you know what the scariest thing in the world is?" Dad said with a downcast expression, "...it's my wife who is angry."

When he said this, he was kneeling in the living room with his father, who also had a washboard under his knees, and he didn't have one.

The reason was that Dad and he wanted to send flowers to Mom, so Dad took him to the garden to pick flowers, and accidentally picked the flowers that Mom had planted for a long time, and Mom burst into tears when she found out.

Dad knelt down as soon as he found the washboard, and he, the accomplice, quickly knelt down too.

He has forgotten how it was settled in the end. He only remembers that he was called by his mother to do his homework after kneeling for an hour, and his father was still kneeling there until he went to bed.

At that time, his father also told him that he must remember this when encountering similar things in the future.

"Thousands of mistakes are all my fault. It's not good to make my wife angry and ruin my health." Dad said seriously, "There is no excuse, no reason, it's all my fault."

He kept this sentence in his heart, but he thought that he would never use it, but he didn't expect that 20 years later, he would be kneeling in front of his wife.

He was organizing how to apologize, when Ningning came out of the shower.

As soon as she came out of the bathroom, she saw Meng Yu kneeling in the living room, while Zhou Yibai sat there expressionlessly.

She immediately sensed something was wrong, and looked at Meng Yu nervously.

"Ning Ning, you go to the room to dry your hair first." Meng Yu smiled helplessly at Ning Ning, "Good boy."

The hair dryer was placed in Zhou Yibai's room. Ning Ning went to get the hair dryer lightly. After getting it, she stood in the living room and hesitated for a while, then ran to Zhou Yibai, hugged Zhou Yibai's leg, and looked up. Dudu looked at Dad.

Zhou Yibai had a sullen face at first, but when he saw the child coming, he forced a smile, and raised his hand to poke Ningning's cheek.

Ning Ning lay on Zhou Yibai's lap, pulling Zhou Yibai's hand with her little hand, "Ning Ning stays with Dad."

Zhou Yibai smiled again, and said softly, "The wet hair is still lying on my lap, you go and blow dry your hair, and go to bed early after blow drying."

"Dad is not angry."

"Hmm..." Zhou Yibai responded vaguely, patted her face, "Go, don't catch a cold."

Ning Ning lay on the ground for a while, and finally left with the hair dryer in her arms.

When passing by Meng Yu, she also knelt down and squeezed Meng Yu's hand to show encouragement.Meng Yu pressed her hand, trying to draw a little courage from Teacher Ning Ning.

Zhou Yibai mentioned that Ning Ning once destroyed a painting by Zhou Yibai when he was two years old.Zhou Yibai said that he was so angry that he wanted to cry, but he didn't dare to hit the child, so he had to go back to the room and play games all night to calm down.

But this is a child, Meng Yu is 28 years old and still does such a stupid thing, even he himself doesn't know what to say about himself.

He felt a strong embarrassment, embarrassment, self-blame, panic... All kinds of emotions rushed into his heart, making his palms sweat with anxiety.

He didn't panic when the company was on the verge of bankruptcy a few years ago, because at that time he knew very well that he would definitely make a comeback, and it was only a matter of time.

However, feelings are different, and it is possible to break up if you don't get it right.

Meng Yu looked up to observe Zhou Yibai's expression, Zhou Yibai still had a tense face, lowered his head and picked up the half-drawn paper to continue drawing.

He swallowed hard, and confessed.

"Xiaobai, it's all my fault. I took the initiative to take the juice." Meng Yu observed Zhou Yibai, Zhou Yibai remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard it at all, "I was careless and didn't notice that you never Put the glass on the table. And finally knock it over clumsily and stain your work..."

"It's all my fault. My brain was flooded to do such a thing." Meng Yu knelt straight, kneeling on the uneven washboard, "You have been drawing for so long, but it was in vain because of my stupidity. Oh, I'm sorry for you..."

"I know I can't compensate you, and I don't dare to ask for your forgiveness, so I..." Meng Yu was about to say that I will be in charge of all the housework in the future, and you can concentrate on your work.

But before he could say anything, Zhou Yibai took out the earphones from the drawer and put them on, not even wanting to listen.

Meng Yu vaguely saw the burning anger from Zhou Yibai's silent figure.

...Too bad, should he consciously get out of the house?

The author has something to say: Meng Yu, who is afraid of guilt, knelt on the small board and shivered obediently.

But Xiaobai gritted his teeth and endured his anger.