[Curse back] Don't ask, it's because you have a car, a house, and a face

Before going to bed recently, I would kneel and sit respectfully on the soft bed, and bowed and bowed reverently to the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Because this is the seventh alarm clock I bought back, I hope that the newcomer will be able to survive the two rounds under the joint attack of my husband and me, and not be broken with a slap at the beginning, so that even the original parents recognize it. Not coming out, although it's really hard to do.

"Just ask Qiutong to get up and call us." Without the consciousness of bullying a kindergarten child (and his own son at that), the bad adult lying next to me covered its mouth and yawned, then turned sideways Turning around and propping my cheeks, I watched me kneeling down to worship the so-called God of Alarm Clocks, "This will save me a lot of money to buy an alarm clock."

"How can a parent want their children to take care of themselves instead?" I replied without raising my head, "Do you think everyone is like you, Qiutong won't be tired?"

Gojo Satoru wasn't angry at all, he was obviously used to it, and changed his words lazily, "Then let Huilai call us, and buy us some breakfast on the way, so you don't have to get up early in the morning to make bento Well."

Immediately, I touched my chin thoughtfully, "It seems to be okay."

I'm really considering this possibility seriously.

It's a pity that I sent Huihui a message later, expressing to him my earnest expectation that he would be solely responsible for the wake-up service and breakfast in the future.

But he replied me with three words very calmly: I refuse.

Alas, when the child grows up, he will no longer listen to his parents.

I feel a million bit sad in my heart.

"Don't be sad, even if Hui is not obedient, am I still here?" Staring at my abnormally disappointed back for a while, Gojo Satoru pondered for a moment, then smiled and opened his arms to me, "Your dear My dear husband is here~"

"Oh." I sighed with a heavy face, put the phone away, lay down and rolled towards him twice, and rolled into his arms, so Gojo Satoru put his arms around me, and pulled the quilt with his hands to wrap the two of them together. Wrapped up tightly, "It's just bad because you're here."

"Your words are too much." He hugged me tightly and moaned, as if he was very dissatisfied, "At the beginning, I called each other so intimately, but when I got married, I started to turn my face and deny people. Abusing me every day is better for my son than me."

"Didn't you give a lot of money back then? If you called your husband twice, you would get [-] yen in the account. Who would have to shout?" I squinted at him, "And why did I abuse you? Didn't I give it to you?" Eat or not give you a bed? Did I let you live on the streets?"

"That's too much." Gojo Satoru stretched out his free hand from under the quilt, and started counting with me with his fingers aggrieved, "Pour any unfinished leftovers into my bowl , The clothes that are obviously to be hand-washed are too troublesome to be stuffed into the washing machine. I am always impatient when I go shopping with me, and I don’t save face in front of the students. What is it if you don't abuse me?"

"According to what you say, I can also say that you are abusing me." I scoffed with disdain, and wrestled with him to settle the score, "Sneakily pour durian juice into my perfume, while I am asleep Scribbled on my face and took pictures and uploaded it to the line. Every time I finished the cleaning, I walked around with my shoes on, and I didn’t listen to what I said. Don’t you know how dirty those shoes are when I just came back from outside? Do you think The nanny at home doesn’t need money, so it’s okay to spoil it casually? Hehe, the five-year-old Qiutong is more sensible than you.”

Gojo Satoru stopped talking.

Obviously he knew very well that he must not add fuel to the flames when his wife turned over old scores.

After all, this was a lesson he had learned through years of blood and tears.

"So neither of us has the right to blame each other."

I finally made such a summary.

"But you really treat others better than me~" My husband hugged me, raised his legs like a deep-sea octopus and wrapped them tightly around my waist, and buried his head in my neck coquettishly, rubbing around Rushing away, "If Qi you loved me a little more, I wouldn't be so bitter, am I right?"

... so heavy, this dog man.

Does he know that there is a difference of more than 30 centimeters between us?This awkward posture not only makes me uncomfortable, but also makes him uncomfortable, right?

"Okay, don't you have a task tomorrow? You're so energetic, and you suddenly feel sleepy after halfway through the task." I avoided this topic, twisted my body with difficulty, and was about to reach over the other person to turn off the desk lamp.

"Hey—but no one asked to stay awake when taking the questionnaire." Gojo Satoru pressed my arm, turned around and turned off the desk lamp, I put my hand back on his waist, and moved my body again. He flinched in his arms, he bowed his head and kissed my forehead, and when he spoke again, he said with a little warmth, "good night."

"OK, good night."

When I woke up in the morning, I wasted another alarm clock.

To be honest, I'm already numb to this, and there's no emotion in my heart, and I can even add two pieces of chicken curry to Megumi and Mizuki's bento.

"No, so what about my share?" The husband pointed to himself, and asked his eccentric lover with an incredulous face, "Because I have grown up, so I don't need to eat so much meat anymore? My The amount of exercise is also great!"

I was unmoved at all, "How much exercise do I need to do the questionnaire? It's ridiculous."

Gojo Satoru felt a little hurt, so he turned his head silently, reached into his son's bowl with his chopsticks and picked up his steak.

Wutiao Qiutong, who was caught off guard by his father's attack: "?"

He looked up in disbelief as his father took away the veal steak that he planned to save until the end, watched him eat his veal steak in two or three bites, watched him grinning at him for putting black pepper sauce instead of tomato sauce ...

Wutiao Qiutong clenched the chopsticks in his hands, pursed his lips and wanted to get angry, but he couldn't beat his own father, so the only action he could take was...

"Mom! Dad, he robbed me to eat again!"

Unexpectedly, his son, who has always been rubbed by others, has learned to sue this time. Gotiao Wu responded in time and immediately refuted himself loudly, and put on a confident look, "I didn't! Not salty!"

Wutiao Qiutong immediately looked at his own father with contempt on his face, "If you tell a lie, you don't write a draft. Dad, you will definitely be stuffed by a monster if you put a story in the story."

"Huh? No way." After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he showed a very confident smile, "Because I am the strongest, and it would be more or less the same for me to plug the monster with a thousand needles."

Judging from the tragic situation of the pile of cursed spirits that were killed, this might be true.

"Huh? What's stuffed with thousands of needles?" I took off my apron and hung it up, holding two plates of crispy honey cakes that took more than an hour to bake carefully. As soon as I came out of the kitchen, I saw the father and son sitting there arguing again. "Wu, are you doing something good behind my back again?"

"No, I'm just discussing the authenticity of the ghost story with Qiu Tong." In order to prevent his son from complaining again, Gojo Satoru blocked his son's mouth first, and under his angry gaze, he reached out and took the small bag I handed over as if nothing had happened. Cake, "Don't worry, don't worry~"

"How could you not care? You are obviously bullying Qiu Tong, right?" I kicked him on the calf bone without hesitation, "How old are you, are you sorry?"

"But don't you like me who is full of energy?" Wujo Wu rested his chin with one hand, took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with the other hand, and opened his clear and beautiful blue eyes Hitomi, compared me to a super cute wink, combined with his delicate childlike face, the lethality is simply big enough to make people forgive all his rude behavior.

After all, what bad thoughts could a kitten have?

I looked at his big eyes that seemed to be shining thoughtfully, "That means next time I can let you stand at the door of the store as a living sign for me?"

Wutiao Qiutong struggled to break free from the shackles his father had placed on him, glared at him angrily, and snorted coldly, "Just throw him away, father is useless at all."

"Who said that?" Gojo Satoru was very unconvinced, "I am the strongest!"

"What's the use of your strongest?! Is it used to bully me?!"

"In a few days, I will give you the first place in the parent-child sports meeting held by your kindergarten!"

"Mom can do that kind of thing!"

"But your mother is not as good as me!"

I was suddenly cueed: "...You guys are arguing, please don't get involved with me, okay?"

Sighing helplessly, I looked at the time again, and had no choice but to remind the arguing father and son: "Qiu Tong, the school bus will be here in 10 minutes, have you packed your schoolbag? Wuyou too , Yidizhi is probably coming soon, you still have to meet with the higher-ups today, right? Don’t be late this time, I don’t want to receive another message from Nitro, saying that you don’t respect the elderly, making the teacher’s hairline move back again in anger A few centimeters."

"Hey—but I just don't want to sit with those old men who should have died a long time ago to make way for the young people below." His tone was drawn out like a complaint, Gojo Satoru puffed up his cheeks, and muttered lying on his stomach "It's disgusting to see their orange-peel faces."

"Well, I packed it up last night." Stop arguing with his father, the son put down his bamboo chopsticks and nodded obediently to me, forming a relationship with an adult who is 28 years old but still looks like a three-year-old child There was a huge contrast, "Mom, don't worry."

I smiled and patted my son's little head, "Qiu Tong is so good, I reward you for playing an extra half hour of games tonight."

"Hey? What about me?" Gojo Satoru blinked, raised his finger and pointed at himself, "Aren't I the only one who didn't get rewarded?"

I couldn't help but rolled my eyes at him, and responded perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, so what kind of reward do you want, Wutiao kid? Let me tell you in advance that gifts over 50 yen are not accepted."

"Oh, that would be too bad, because I can't find what I want with money."

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows, then looked him up and down with great interest, Gojo Satoru also sat there with a smile and raised his legs like an uncle to let me look at him.

After observing for a long time, I crossed my arms, leaned back on the back of the chair, and smiled at him inexplicably, "What do you want?"

"Well..." He touched his chin, leaned back on the chair like me, stared at me quietly for a while, and then suddenly laughed.

Gently tapping his cheek with his fingertips, he raised his eyebrows and raised his chin towards me, his smile was wanton and arrogant, and in a trance, I mistakenly thought that the high-school boy back then had returned to me, and he gave me orders as a matter of course. command, "I want you to kiss me."

"..."

I was silent for a long time, then burst out laughing.

And under the unbelievable gaze of my husband, I couldn't stop laughing while clutching my stomach.

Sorry, maybe this scene is really heart-wrenching.

But I don't know why, I just couldn't help laughing when I looked at him like this, and I laughed louder and louder, even laughing so much that my stomach hurts a little.

"What are you doing... It's rare for me to be romantic." Gojo Satoru muttered and put his sunglasses back on, feeling a little discouraged, and still complaining in his heart that his wife didn't know how to cooperate with him. If he was married, he would never do it again. Focus on yourself.

But... He looked at his lover's laughing back and forth, almost dying of laughter, the smile unconsciously revealed in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

The author has something to say: The food chain of the five families:

Old mother→old father→elder son and younger son

Qiu Tong: This kind of bullying father is too annoying

Huihui (with a calm face): I agree

感谢在2021-01-2309：33：14~2021-01-2410：09：17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of weird mushroom head, not the second disease;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!