single sickness

The vegetable market is very lively every morning, with shouts and price bargains coming and going.

In the small park next to the vegetable market, Uncle Zhang was doing chest expansion exercises while asking Uncle Li who was flexing his wrist beside him: "Why didn't you see Xiao Du today?"

"Hey, it's true." Uncle Li stopped his movements and looked around, "Isn't he lazy today?"

"Do you think everyone is like you? You are always lazy."

"That's a reasonable rest for me, do you think we are still young men in their 30s and [-]s?"

"You just rest so much that you don't fall so hard."

"Why do you speak so badly, old man?"

The bird on the sycamore tree chirped a few times, flapped its wings and flew to a small, quiet courtyard somewhere.

In the past, the sound of fried eggs and the tempting aroma could be heard from the kitchen window in the small courtyard, but today there is no movement in the bright kitchen.

Sanmao squatted in front of the bedroom door on the second floor, pawing at the door panel with his front paws, making a "woo-woo" sound, but after a long time, the people inside still showed no signs of coming out.

Opening his eyes sleepily, he found himself lying on the bed with a mountain on his back.Xiang Mo subconsciously wanted to turn over, but every corner of his body sent out sore signals at the same time, making him lie back on the bed obediently.

"Are you awake?" A lazy voice came from behind his ear, and his scorching breath sprayed on the back of his neck, causing waves of electric current to flow from his skin.

The voice sounded very clear, without the hoarseness that is characteristic of just waking up.Xiang Mo turned his neck, looked at the mountain behind him, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why don't you get up yet?"

Just now, I glanced at the bedside table. It was almost ten o'clock. If it was normal, Du Chi should have returned from morning exercise.

"I don't think about it." Du Chi withdrew his hand from Xiang Mo's back, brushed away the messy hair on his forehead, and looked into his eyes motionlessly.

The sunlight filtered by the sycamore tree shone through the white gauze curtain into the house, dyeing their hair and eyes light brown.The soft light covered the room with a hazy filter, revealing the unique beauty of the morning.

Sanmao outside the door yelled twice again.

Xiang Mo was uncomfortable being watched by Du Chi, and turned his head away again, his voice muffled in the pillow: "San Mao is calling."

"He wants to go out to play." Du Chi put his arms around Xiang Mo's waist again, and moved his lips to the back of his neck, "Don't worry about him."

The shallow kiss made Xiang Mo's fingertips itch, and he moved to the edge of the bed, trying to avoid Du Chi's lips, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw several used condoms falling on the floor.

The memories of sleeping last night suddenly woke up in the brain, and the unhappiness of being tossed until three o'clock in the morning suddenly broke out. Xiang Mo pushed Du Chi away and turned over, his pretty brows were tightly frowned: "You are in heat male dog."

Even though he regained consciousness, his hoarse voice failed to recover. The ending of the word "dog" could not be pronounced very clearly, dragging a sexy laziness.

"Well, I am." Du Chi leaned over and wanted to kiss Xiang Mo's lips. Although the two had kissed countless times last night, Xiang Mo still avoided it.

He just avoided and didn't say anything, because he didn't really want to warn Du Chi.

Xiang Mo had already forgotten that the reason why he stayed away from Tan Song in the first place was because Tan Song did the same thing as Du Chi - and he didn't succeed.

"It's really exhausting to kiss you." Du Chi smiled indifferently, and kissed Xiang Mo's chest instead.

Xiaodou, who was ravaged beyond words, seemed to have formed a conditioned reflex, and she became energetic as soon as she touched Du Chi's lips.

He was really afraid that the male dog would be in heat again early in the morning, so he pushed Du Chi's shoulder away from Xiang Mo, and said in a stern voice, "Take Sanmao out for a walk."

Sanmao outside the door seemed to have sensed it, from a wronged "Wooooooo" to a protested "Aoao".

Du Chi still lay lazily on Xiang Mo's body without moving: "I'm going for a walk with the dog, who will make you breakfast?"

"Don't I have hands?" As if in Du Chi's eyes, he had become a waste of time to open his mouth, Xiang Mo said slightly dissatisfied, "I'll make it for you."

A deep smile floated in Du Chi's eyes, and he kissed Mo's side face: "Okay, wife."

Putting on an apron, opening the refrigerator, and what to make for breakfast became a problem.

Cooking noodles or porridge is too difficult and nothing new.Fried eggs or bacon are not as good as Du Chi's, so I don't want to play tricks.

After thinking for a while, Xiang Mo looked at the low-gluten flour left in the refrigerator, and took out the egg beater that had been left out for a long time from the cupboard.

When the time is all yours, you can try anything you want.

Baking cakes and pouring coffee are both hobbies that Xiang Mo has cultivated in his free time, but because they are hobbies, he always does them on a whim, and the egg beater and pouring pot are mostly idle.

Seeing that he was in a good mood today, Xiang Mo made a soufflé in the oven on a whim, and made two glasses of Geisha with a unique flavor.

Before Du Chi came back, he scooped up a piece of soft soufflé with a spoon, wanting to try his handiwork and make sure he wouldn't be too embarrassing in front of Du Chi.

And when he just put the spoon into his mouth, a pleasant sweet taste filled his mouth, suddenly two strong arms appeared around his waist, Du Chi hugged him from behind, his chin rested on his shoulder and asked lazily, "My wife made a cake?"

The tender time on the bed has passed, but Du Chi is still calling Mrs. Mo.

Like a smooth talk, but also like an addiction, Xiang Mo was not sure what this person was thinking, thinking that he had to deal with Qian Kun anyway, so he didn't take it to heart.

"Soufflé." The specially made sugar-reduced recipe, the taste is very satisfying to Xiang Mo himself.

"I'll try it." There was a small golden spoon next to the cup of soufflé that belonged to Du Chi, but he directly pulled it towards the spoon in Mo's hand, and took a spoonful away from where Mo had eaten.

Biting the spoon with his lips, he mumbled two words: "Delicious."

The simple two words slipped into Xiang Mo's heart smoothly, causing the dissatisfaction that had just emerged to fade away.But Xiang Mo still turned his head to look at Du Chi, frowned slightly and said, "This is mine, you can eat that cup."

"Aren't they all the same?" Du Chi scooped a spoonful out of his cup and raised his eyebrows after tasting it, "Your one is sweeter?"

"Yeah." Xiang Mo said, "Mine is half sugar, yours is 1/4 sugar."

"Why?" Du Chi tasted Xiang Mo's cup again, regardless of Xiang Mo's protest.

The two cups of souffle were originally clearly defined, the one from Xiang Mo was from Xiang Mo, and the one from Du Chi was from Du Chi, but this stinky dog ​​scooped a spoonful on the left and a spoonful on the right, and even Xiangmo couldn't figure out what he should drink. Which side to eat.

He simply turned around, leaning his hips on the table, looking at Du Chi with a serious expression: "Because you have to pay attention to your figure."

Du Chi put down the spoon with some amusement, put his arms around Xiang Mo's waist, and asked, "If I'm out of shape, you won't fuck me, will you?"

The words are rough and the rationale is not rough.Xiang Mo said solemnly: "Of course, the bed partner must also be responsible to the other party."

"Then what are you responsible for me?" Du Chi asked.

"I will also pay attention to managing myself." Xiang Mo said, "I still have the medical report, you'd better provide it as well."

"Can I not wear a condom if I provide it?"

"That's not okay." Xiang Mo frowned, "Can you be more serious? I'm telling you something serious."

"Oh, I'm also talking about business with you." Du Chi leaned into Xiang Mo's ear and asked in a low voice, "Can I fuck you in the kitchen next time?"

"Du Chi!"

Breakfast was too late, and the two of them simply ate a bowl of egg noodles at noon.

The red rose in the studio hadn't been processed by Xiang Mo, so he simply threw away the card Qian Kun had left for him, and then placed the rose in the center of the studio for the students who came to class in the afternoon to practice still life sketching.

It is not easy to draw 99 roses. Some students asked Xiang Mo why he thought of buying so many roses for teaching. As a result, the clever student immediately retorted: "How do you know it was not given by others?"

"It makes sense."

Xiang Mo directly ignored the topic, when Du Chi's voice suddenly sounded from the direction of the corridor: "My wife."

Without thinking too much at all, Xiang Mo turned his head subconsciously: "Huh?"

After responding, I felt a little regretful, because the students showed such expressions.

"I bought some nutritional supplements for my third sister, and it's already arrived at the courier station." Du Chi said as he came down the stairs, and naturally put his arm around Xiang Mo's side, "Do you have anything to take?"

Under the gaze of the students, Xiang Mo couldn't say much, so he could only tense his back and say, "No."

"Okay." Du Chi lightly pecked Xiang Mo's side face, and left the studio with his flip flops.

The light music flowing around was inexplicably uneasy and hot. Looking at the students' meaningful eyes, Xiang Mo said in a deep voice, "Draw well."

After the students all looked away, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Du Chi.

[Xiang Mo: Are you addicted to acting? 】

[Du Chi: Thank you for your cooperation. ^^】

[Xiang Mo: ...]

After a while, footsteps sounded from far to near outside the small courtyard, which didn't sound like Du Chi.Xiang Mo came outside the studio door and found that the person who came was Aunt Zhou, holding another small bouquet of red roses in her hand.

"Yesterday, the young man asked me to come and give nine roses every day." Aunt Zhou handed the roses to Xiang Mo, "Does he not know that you have a lover?"

Xiang Mo was feeling a headache, when he heard Aunt Zhou's words, he suddenly felt strange: "Lover?"

"Xiao Du." Aunt Zhou said, "It looks like you two are in a good relationship."

Recalling Du Chi's help yesterday, Xiang Mo immediately realized that Aunt Zhou had misunderstood the relationship between the two.

"No, Aunt Zhou." He said, "We don't have that kind of relationship."

"Really?" Aunt Zhou showed surprise, "I thought..."

"It's just a good neighbor." Xiang Mo added.

Sure enough, souffle shouldn't be mixed with food, blurring the boundaries will only make yourself confused.

Aunt Zhou nodded: "So that's the case, I was wrong."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of flip-flops suddenly sounded at the gate of the small courtyard.Du Chi walked in with a lot of packages in his arms, looked at Xiang Mo and said, "Honey, help me get it."

Aunt Zhou looked at Du Chi and then at Xiang Mo, showing an unbelievable expression.

Xiang Mo took a deep breath, smiled politely, and said to Aunt Zhou, "It's really not."

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Du Chi: Wife.

Xiang Mo: Huh?Don't bark.