My Wife Always Thought I Did Not Love Him

The winter vacation life has officially started. After Xia Yao finished her homework in the morning, she went to the place where her mother set up a stall in the afternoon.

Although Xia's mother tried her best to dissuade Xia Yao from staying at home to study, Xia Yao still insisted on going to help every day.

He usually has no time for class, and now that the final exam is over, it is impossible for him not to help his mother with work.

Xia Yao looks handsome and fair, once he stops there, Mama Xia's business will improve a lot.

Xia's mother hated her son's hard work and wanted to drive him home, but Xia Yao pushed him on the pony behind and sat down.

"Mom, I can get tired after standing for 10 minutes, the paper is not so brittle."

The vendors nearby were all praising Mama Xia for giving birth to a good son. Mama Xia said, "No." But she couldn't hide the joy and pride in her eyes.

Xia Yao has been very obedient since she was a child. Although Xia's mother took him to live a hard life, she never regretted it. It is enough for her to have such a son in her life.

She wanted to earn more money while she was still able to move, so that she could marry Xia Yao a wife in the future.

Xia Yao was wrapping the cake in his hand and handing it to an uncle next to him, when a shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.Xia Yao looked up, Zhou Du was looking at him with a playful smile.

"Godmother." He stretched his head and greeted Xia's mother who was sitting in the back, and Xia's mother quickly stood up: "Why are you here, come and sit for a while."

Zhou Du hurriedly supported Xia's mother to make her sit up again, then walked to Xia Yao's side and said, "I'm fine at home, I'm here to play with Xia Yao."

"Yaoyao, hurry up and play with Zhou Du, mother here is busy here alone." Mother Xia wanted to stand up again.

Xia Yao turned his head and said to Xia's mother: "Where are you going to play in this cold weather?" He put his eyes on Zhou Du and asked: "Where do you want to go?"

Zhou Du grinned and said: "Not going anywhere, godmother, I will help you sell cakes with Xia Yao."

An aunt around saw that Zhou Du was not dressed like an ordinary child, so she asked, "Who is this? Why do you call you godmother?"

Xia's mother turned her head and explained to others: "He and my son are classmates, and our two families are married."

The person next to him nodded and didn't say anything, but his inquiring eyes kept on Zhou Du.

Zhou Du didn't seem to be aware of it, and greeted the customers in front of him enthusiastically. Many young girls passing by were attracted by these two handsome guys, and even if they didn't buy, they would stop to chat with them.

All of a sudden, Mama Xia's shop was full of people.

A hint of jealousy suddenly burst into the eyes of the people around.

In winter, when the temperature was low at night, Xia's mother closed the stall early, Zhou Du was busy here all afternoon, and naturally followed Xia Yao to his house for dinner.

Mother Xia was busy in the kitchen, and Zhou Du was standing at the door chatting with her.

He seemed to know how to make the elders happy by nature, and he came out with flattery words casually: "Godmother, I didn't praise you, I had a meal with you that time, and I have been thinking about it for days when I go home."

Xia's mother was coaxed by him and asked with a smile: "Why, isn't your mother's cooking delicious?"

"I haven't eaten my mother's food since I grew up," Zhou Du said with a sigh, "My mother said she was a fairy, and fairies are not allowed to go into the kitchen."

After hearing what he said, Xia's mother smiled crookedly, but there was a hint of envy in her eyes.

"Your mother is very lucky."

Zhou Du quickly changed his words and said, "So eating the food you cook tastes like my mother's, godmother, can I come to Cengfan in the future if I have nothing to do?"

"Come if you want." Xia's mother turned her head to look at him and said, "As long as you don't dislike the ordinary food here."

"Of course I don't dislike it!" Zhou Du walked up to Mama Xia, and said shyly, "Godmother, can you teach me how to cook?"

Xia's mother looked at him in surprise and asked, "Do you want to learn how to cook?"

"Yes."

Xia's mother smiled and shook her head and said, "You have to learn to cook, your chef must be more professional than me."

Zhou Du thought to himself, can it be the same, I learn your craft, and I will cook for Xia Yao in the future.

Xia's mother continued: "You child, you will look like you love your daughter-in-law in the future. If you learn to cook now, your daughter-in-law will be blessed in the future."

Zhou Du couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

After dinner, Zhou Du began to dawdle again, unwilling to go back. Xia Yao found out his intentions, and before her mother could speak, she said to Zhou Du quickly, "It's getting dark, I'll take you a while."

As he spoke, he looked for a scarf and planned to go out.

Zhou Du glared at him angrily, and reluctantly followed behind him.

The place where Xia Yao lived was only two or three dilapidated and dimly lit street lamps. Seeing that there were no people on the road in winter, Zhou Du put his hand into Xia Yao's padded jacket pocket majestically.

Xia Yao's pointed chin was completely buried in the scarf, he turned his head and glanced at Zhou Du and said, "Why do you always come to my house?"

Zhou Du squeezed his hand hard in his pocket and said, "If you don't come to my house to look for me, of course I will go to your house to look for you."

Xia Yao stopped, looked up at Zhou Du from the scarf and said, "Don't come, I'm afraid my mother will find out."

Zhou Du's face darkened immediately, and he wanted to leave as soon as he stepped up, but remembering what he promised Xia Yao in his self-criticism book, he managed to control his legs.

Xia Yao knew that Zhou Du would be angry when he said that, so he took out the phone and shook it, "We can send text messages and make calls."

"But I just saw you with my own eyes." Zhou Du said aggrievedly to Xia Yao: "I miss you all the time, whether it's doing homework or eating, I want to touch you, I want to kiss you, I want to have sex with you... "

"Zhou Du." Xia Yao interrupted him with a blushing face, "Stop talking."

Zhou Du was wrapped in a down jacket at this time, he hugged Xia Yao in his arms and said angrily: "Why can't I say it, I just want to say it."

He put his face close to Xia Yao's, and the warm air he exhaled sprayed on Xia Yao's face.

"Do not you miss me?"

Both of them were wearing thick clothes in winter, Xia Yao was hugged by him like this, twisted uncomfortably and said: "I think so, but we have to restrain ourselves." He suddenly remembered the classic lines in a movie he had seen Said: "Like is presumptuous, but love is restrained."

"I don't want to restrain myself, I want to like you presumptuously." After Zhou Du finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed Xia Yao's lips.

Dim streetlights, dark alleys, and the deadly man I like in my arms.

Xia Yao closed her eyes, enjoying Zhou Du's kiss with peace of mind.

The two kissed for a long time before Zhou Du slowly let go of Xia Yao.

Xia Yao looked at Zhou Du's frozen red ears, smiled and squeezed them, then took off the scarf and put it around Zhou Du's neck.

"Go home now."

"You're not cold." Zhou Du wanted to take off the scarf, but Xia Yao pressed his hand and said, "I'll be home in a while, you can return the scarf to me when we meet next time."

Zhou Du was sweetened by his promised next meeting, and went home smiling like a fool.