The president called me my wife after losing his memory

Ji Li couldn't help suspecting that Zhao Ying was actually a young girl in essence.

If you ask him where he sees it from, he will tell you——

every aspect!

Zhao Ying, who was listless and drowsy just now because of the crowds in the mall, saw the dazzling array of gadgets in the window, his eyes lit up, and he rushed in with Ji Li.Ji Li reluctantly followed behind him, like a husband who was forced to go shopping with his wife.

The Chinese New Year is almost here, and the students are all going home for the holidays. Most of the stores selling small items like this are visited by young girls.Therefore, the two big men shuttled among them, which seemed particularly abrupt.What's more, the two of them are quite dazzling and eye-catching, and they will attract girls to watch frequently, which makes Ji Li, who is not good at staying in crowded places, even more embarrassed.

But Zhao Ying didn't feel it at all, so he picked up a very popular rabbit hairpin and compared it on his head, and asked with a smile:

"Honey, do you think this is cute? Is it suitable for me to wear?"

"Ah...you look good, you look good in anything you wear."

Ji Li answered him blankly, but in his heart he really wanted to escape from this place, he really didn't fit in here.

"Or..." Zhao Ying picked up two other hairpins and shook them in front of Ji Li:

"Do you like cat ears? Antlers? Do you like them? I'll show you them on the bed."

"Who wants to see it! I don't want to see it!"

"But your face is so red!" Zhao Ying blinked:

"If you don't want to read it, I will. Why don't you wear it to me, my wife?"

When Ji Li heard this, he quickly flung his sleeves and left.

When Zhao Ying chased him out, he was carrying a kraft paper shopping bag with a cute bear pattern on it that did not match his image.

Ji Li took a look inside, and found that it was full of headbands for various ears.He felt his temples throbbing violently:

"If you buy these messy things, won't you be regarded as a pervert?"

"Why is it considered a pervert?"

Zhao Ying didn't take it seriously, took out a headband from his pocket and was about to put it on his head:

"How cute are these things!"

"Okay, cute, very cute, can you wear it when you go home?"

Ji Li held down Zhao Ying's hand wearing a headband. He didn't want to walk in the mall with a man wearing rabbit ears. It was too shameful. He was getting old, and for a while, he felt a little... I can't accept it.

"Well, my wife is really a possessive little girl. Since you don't want to share my cute appearance with others, then I will only wear it for you to see. After all, I am a very manly man. .” Zhao Ying giggled, showing neat and white teeth.

Ji Li rolled his eyes, how did he manage to have such an enterprise-level advanced understanding?

Passing by a milk tea shop, Zhao Ying couldn't walk anymore, he said to Ji Li:

"Honey, I'm so thirsty after walking, let's buy a cup of milk tea."

Ji Li nodded. He didn't like to drink too sweet things, so he just ordered a cup of oolong tea, while Zhao Ying ordered a cup of milk cap, and he added a lot of things to it very carefully.

While waiting for the milk tea to be made, a couple passed by their side, and the girl suddenly grabbed the boy and said:

"Honey, I'm thirsty, let's buy a cup of milk tea." The tone, demeanor, and movements were exactly the same as Zhao Ying's.

Ji Li raised his forehead, although he had never dated a girl before, he always felt that falling in love with Zhao Ying was similar to dating a young girl.

"Sir, your oolong tea is ready." The voice of the young lady in the milk tea shop was as sweet as the milk tea. She packed the plastic cup and handed it to Ji Li. Much brighter.

"Thank you." Ji Li took it politely, and as soon as he inserted the straw, Zhao Ying came over and naturally mumbled the straw.

The lady clerk happened to see this scene, and a blush crept up her face, her expression was brilliant.

The dark amber liquid was sucked into the mouth, and it tasted rich and mellow, mixed with a touch of bitterness, and the throat rhyme was full of sweetness. Zhao Ying smacked his lips, and said with endless meaning:

"Obviously I ordered it first, why did yours finish first?"

"Maybe you added too many things." Ji Li replied, but his eyes kept staring at the straw that Zhao Ying had just sucked, and there was still crystal saliva on it, which made him at a loss for a while.

"First... sir," the clerk's face blushed, she kept guessing about the relationship between the two handsome men in front of her, and she couldn't speak fluently:

"Your milk tea is ready."

"Okay, thank you." Zhao Ying generously took the milk tea under the probing eyes of the young lady in the store, and with a hook on the corner of his mouth, he showed a refreshing smile. The little deer bumped around, completely forgetting the questions in his mind.

"Wife, do you want to try my milk tea?" After Zhao Ying inserted the straw, he naturally put it in front of Ji Li.

Ji Li shook her head: "I don't really like drinking sweet things."

"That's really a pity." Zhao Ying took a sip of milk tea, chewed on the elastic pearls inside, and looked at Ji Li pitifully with puppy eyes:

"I'm so sweet, will my wife not like me?"

Ji Li's oolong tea almost sprayed on his face, and he took several deep breaths before he recovered.

Can anyone tell him a way to cure this young master?

Zhao Ying walked around several stores with great interest, and Ji Li felt that the sentence he heard most from Zhao Ying today was:

"Ah, so cute!"

Zhao Ying seems to have no resistance to cute things, or in other words, a young master like him who grew up in a honey pot is a person full of love in his heart, so he thinks everything is cute.

What's more, not only does he find everything cute, but when he sees these cute things, he really wants to own them, no matter whether he can use them or not.Of course, they also have the financial resources to go shopping. Ji Li, a child from a poor family, only has the role of carrying bags for the young master.

Almost all the shops that can be visited, bought a lot of things that Zhao Ying thinks are cute, Ji Li's hands are almost out of reach, and his legs are tired, walking like lead, I thought the young master would be satisfied After returning home, the man dragged him to the supermarket on the first floor.

Ji Li put on a mask of pain, and he seemed to understand the hardships of husbands who were forced by their wives to accompany them on shopping.

After storing all the things in his hand on the counter, Ji Li finally relaxed a little.

The two of them pushed the shopping cart and walked among the dazzling array of products. They happened to come to the instant food side. Seeing those colorful packaging, Ji Li couldn't help laughing. He told Zhao Ying about his eccentricities:

"Actually, I have a bad hobby."

"Oh?" Zhao Ying is not very interested in instant noodles. Rather than eating instant noodles, he would rather go to a noodle restaurant downstairs and order a bowl of beef ramen that only requires beef and no noodles.

"When I'm too stressed to relieve, I'll go to the supermarket to knead crispy noodles. Sounds stupid, right? But it's what I did." He said, squatting down, from the bottom of the shelf He picked up a bag of crispy noodles, crushed him under Zhao Ying's gaze, and gave him a live performance.To be honest, Ji Li still can't figure out why the crispy noodles are always placed at the bottom of the shelf.

"What about the crispy noodles you squeezed?" Zhao Ying blinked, looking at the crumbled instant noodles in Ji Li's hand and asked.

"Hmm..." Speaking of this, even Ji Li himself felt a little ashamed, he squatted down, and put the instant noodles back in his hand:

"Because I don't eat this kind of thing, so...put it back."

"That's not okay, how can others buy it after you crush it." Zhao Ying squatted down, picked up the instant noodles that had just been put back on the shelf, and put them into the shopping cart:

"Although the crispy noodles are meant to be crushed and eaten, since you have smashed them all, you have to be responsible. My wife can't be an irresponsible person."

Ji Li was stared at by his piercing peach blossom eyes, making his heart skip a beat. Zhao Ying seemed to be implying something, but Ji Li didn't hear his implication.

"From now on, I will eat all the crispy noodles made by my wife." Zhao Ying knelt down, wishing to put all the crispy noodles on the shelves into the shopping cart.

Ji Li quickly squatted down and stopped his movements:

"I don't need to pinch instant noodles to relieve stress for the time being."

Doesn't he know that it is very immoral to pinch instant noodles and not buy them?Therefore, he only kneads instant noodles when he can't bear it.But ever since Zhao Ying came into his house by accident, he didn't seem to be under so much pressure. What's more, he now found a way to decompress instead of kneading instant noodles. It's okay to touch Zhao Ying's hair. Kneading crispy noodles can soothe his soul even more.

"Really?" Zhao Ying blinked, and looked at Ji Li's white hands that were holding her. Those hands were cold, and Zhao Ying wanted to warm them up in his heart.

Ji Li nodded earnestly, and her magnificent hair swayed gently with his movements. Zhao Ying felt that his sincere and serious expression had faded away from the previous indifference, and added a bit of cuteness.He just thought about it, and his body started to move. He stretched out his right hand, clasped the back of Ji Li's head, moved forward gently, knelt down on one knee, and gently embraced Ji Li with his lips. dripping lips.

In public places, Ji Li was extremely nervous, her delicate red lips trembled slightly, and her head seemed to explode, but for some reason, he didn't push Zhao Ying away. He opened his eyes and looked around, afraid Some people saw this scene, enjoying such excitement and pleasure at the same time.

Zhao Ying bit his lips lightly, and then reluctantly let him go, seeing the blush on Ji Li's face, he said contentedly:

"Wife, if you kissed me, you should also be responsible to me."