sweet love i can

In the dream and outside the dream, under the care of Shen Mingchu, Zhao Yimian slept soundly.

When she woke up, it was already broad daylight, and there was a post-it note Shen Mingchu had left for her on the refrigerator.

"The porridge is in the pot, the buns are on top, and the ginger syrup is in the health pot. Don't pour it out secretly."

As a person who eats beef rice bowl and puts the beef at the end, Zhao Yimian decided to drink ginger syrup first.

The ginger syrup in the health pot has already entered the heat preservation mode, the temperature is moderate, and you can drink it after pouring it out. Zhao Yimian looked at the black and red liquid in the cup and hesitated for a moment——

"Early death and early reincarnation, do it!"

He raised his neck and gulped it in.

"belch."

A strange taste spread in her mouth, she stuck out her tongue, and squeezed her eyebrows, eyes and nose together.

"gross……"

It's simply a biological weapon.

Who said that you must drink ginger syrup during your aunt?

But I don't know if it's a psychological effect. After drinking a cup of warm ginger syrup, the cold lower abdomen seems to have warmed up a little, and the throbbing pain has also eased a lot.

The porridge heated in the rice cooker is Zhao Yimian's favorite shredded chicken porridge. It also has ginger. She can't explain why, but it tastes a hundred times better when it is put in shredded chicken porridge than in ginger syrup. A thousand times ten thousand times!

She scooped up the outermost layer with a spoon, blew it, and put it in her mouth. The umami taste of shredded chicken and the softness of rice bloomed in her mouth at the same time, and the warm sticky solid flowed in her mouth. Zhao Yimian squinted Eyes closed, face full of intoxication.

"so comfy."

Ding-dong-

Just as she was happily enjoying the feeling of this moment, the reminder of the WeChat message brought her nerves back.

Shen Mingchu sent her a message, it was a selfie.

Ding-dong-

"Did you drink the ginger syrup?"

"Drink, drink, I'm drinking porridge, the porridge my wife cooks is super good, super delicious!"

Zhao Yimian's rainbow farts were given away as if she didn't need money, "My wife is really a decathlon, she can go to the hall and go to the kitchen, she can make movies and cook, she is really a model of a new generation of independent women!"

"Do you think I'm independent?"

"Ah?" The little assistant who was suddenly called showed a puzzled expression, "Independent, independent!"

Not interesting.

Shen Mingchu shook his head boringly, but his wife's rainbow fart sounded interesting.

Yang Yunmeng was a bystander, and he could tell what Shen Mingchu was thinking at a glance, and said with a smile, "What did little sister-in-law say?"

Shen Mingchu shook the phone, "She praised me as an independent woman."

"Yo, I can't tell that sister Mingchu is the one who is in charge of the house."

Shen Mingchu folded his hands on his chest, with a vaguely smug expression on his face, "Of course, she listens to me at home."

……

After Zhao Yimian had breakfast, he put the bowls, chopsticks and pots into the dishwasher, and then stepped on slippers to enter the study.

Turn on the computer, sit down—

"Ah, so comfortable."

She doesn't want to code anymore.

She has been at [-] a day for a long time... How about taking a rest today?

It's a special matter, it's not an exaggeration to take a vacation for yourself when you come to the aunt, right?

Just thinking about it, the editor in charge suddenly tapped her on the penguin.

"Darling, are you there? Huahui Publishing House..."

Zhao Yimian sat up straight all of a sudden.

Her eyes seemed to be electrified, and swept across this sentence.

After reading it the first time, she read it word by word.

"Dear, are you there? Huahui Publishing House intends to publish your work "A Pear Blossom Pressing Begonia". The copyright fee is about 20 yuan. Do you think it is okay? If possible, I will send you the penguin edited by the copyright. You add Let's discuss the contract with her in detail."

I can!

I can!

Of course I can!

The back is no longer sore, and the back is no longer swollen. This sentence is a hundred times more effective than ginger syrup painkillers.

Almost instantly, Zhao Yimian could no longer feel the swelling in her lower abdomen.

She asked as if falling into the clouds: "Dear editor-in-law, is what you said true?"

"A Pear Blossom Pressing Begonia" can be said to be her work when she first entered the hut... At that time, there was no concept of data or not. In short, it is good to write happily. The whole article is full of brains and quite free. Just before the end, it's just on the verge of turning V, so how can such a work still be published?

Are you really kidding her?

The rights editor who quickly added the line told her it wasn't a joke.

Zhao Yimian didn't worry too much about the contract. For a small author like her, it would be good if she could be published. What kind of bicycle do you want?The money seemed to be falling from the sky. She only hoped that the delivery of the contract would be faster, and that the matter would be finalized earlier, so that she could get it in her pocket sooner.

But she held back and didn't talk about it.

When Shen Mingchu came home at night, he just felt that his little wife had a ruddy complexion and looked extremely happy, "Why are you so happy to stay at home today?"

Zhao Yimian stepped on her slippers, ran over patter, and opened her hands for a big hug.

"Because I thought of meeting my wife, I was very happy!"

A straight ball!

Center the red heart.

"Slimy, not independent at all."

"It's good if only one person in the family is independent! I'll be wronged for a while, so that you can feel the happiness of being needed by others!"

Shen Mingchu, who was holding back a serious face, didn't hold back, her brows and eyes suddenly softened under this foolish little rogue, she rubbed Zhao Yimian's head, and suddenly hugged him up.

"Ah—" Zhao Yimian exclaimed, and then sighed, "Honey, your strength is so great!"

Shen Mingchu threw the person on the sofa, leaned over and pressed him down, the shadow shrouded him, Zhao Yimian blinked and looked at her innocently.

Shen Mingchu bit her lip lightly.

"Honey, are you a puppy?" Zhao Yimian complained.

Shen Mingchu bit her again.

Zhao Yimian bit back, she didn't know who stuck out her tongue first, but a kiss came suddenly.

"Mianmian, you can't." Panting, Shen Mingchu grabbed a dishonest hand and warned, "You're here."

"I'm here, but you're not here." Zhao Yimian said confidently, she bit Shen Mingchu's snow-white neck, "Honey, I want you."

How could Shen Mingchu resist her words.

Shen Mingchu sat up, she leaned on the sofa, Zhao Yimian was in front of her, and unbuttoned her chest one by one.

Her movements were very slow, her fingertips touched Shen Mingchu's skin intentionally or unintentionally, and every touch seemed to be electrified.

"Mianmian—"

There was urging in Shen Mingchu's voice.

Zhao Yimian kissed the corner of her mouth, and said soothingly, "Honey, don't worry, okay?"

……

The moon blushed and hid secretly behind the clouds.

Under the shower, Shen Mingchu squeezed Zhao Yimian's fleshy little face, gritted his teeth and asked, "Where did you learn these tricks?"

Zhao Yimian hugged her waist and acted like a baby in her arms, "Wife, dear wife, don't you like it?"

Shen Mingchu's face was flushed, and he didn't know whether it was from the smoke or the heat, "Don't be sticky, take a shower quickly, be careful of catching a cold, don't blame me for the stomach ache tomorrow!"

After taking a shower, Zhao Yimian rolled into the quilt in her underwear.

Not only did she not wear any clothes, but she also urged Shen Mingchu not to wear them either. She stretched out a naked arm under the quilt and waved to Shen Mingchu: "Honey, wife, just sleep like this, I want to hug you."

"You think beautiful!"

Shen Mingchu turned off the light with a click, and Zhao Yimian was lying on the bed, disappointed, and felt that he had touched a piece of smooth skin.

She stretched out her hand and hugged Shen Mingchu, and the two were skin to skin, intimate.

Zhao Yimian rubbed against her neck and announced loudly, "Honey, I love you so much!"

"Little color cat, go to sleep!"

Zhao Yimian: "Snoring--"

Shen Mingchu bent his mouth, pressed the back of Zhao Yimian's hand, and closed his eyes.

The next day.

Zhao Yimian, who received a good morning kiss while half asleep and half awake, continued to sleep until eight o'clock before opening her eyes.

She lifted the quilt and felt cool, only to realize that she didn't seem to be wearing any clothes, and was just about to go to the closet to find something to wear, when she saw a neatly stacked set of home clothes on the bedside table.

"Ah—it's SpongeBob SquarePants!"

To be honest, Zhao Yimian himself doesn't know how many pieces of clothes he has.

In short, as long as she doesn't pay attention, there will always be two more clothes in the closet that belongs to her.

In the past, she wore three pieces of clothes in rotation, washing two and wearing one, now she washes clothes every day, washing one and wearing one, but until now, there are still clothes in the closet that she hasn't worn——

Hey, life is not easy, Mianmian sighed.

When can I wear all the clothes again?

It's too uncomfortable for her obsessive-compulsive disorder!

She can't tolerate new clothes in her closet that she hasn't worn!

It's like she can't tolerate dishes on the table that she hasn't picked up with a chopstick!

She got up, and suddenly remembered something she had forgotten - the pair of pajama pants she changed the day before yesterday, she hadn't washed them by hand, thinking that these pants might have been thrown in the bucket for two days, she couldn't help smoking The corners of his mouth twitched, his toes were so embarrassed that they almost plucked three rooms and one living room out of the ground.

It's okay to live alone at home...but...but...

Ah - she is dying!

Can I still have these pants?

Zhao Yimian rushed into the bathroom, searched up and down for a long time, but couldn't find any trace of pants.

It was just yesterday that the trash can with trash bags was replaced, and a new one was replaced today.

What is a good wife in the new era?Even when you go out to work, no matter how glamorous you are, you will never forget to take away the garbage at home.

"It should...be thrown away."

Zhao Yimian scratched her head, with this in mind, she still went to the balcony where the clothes were dried.

As soon as he looked up, he saw her Stitch.

The little blue monster grinned with a big mouth and was full of foolishness.

An exclamation mark appeared above Zhao Yimian's head.

She took off the trousers and rummaged through them carefully, especially the part that had been stained with blood before, but found that there was nothing and it was quite clean - the washing machine obviously couldn't do that.

Thinking of Shen Mingchu secretly washing the blood off the pants while she wasn't paying attention, Zhao Yimian's face was so red that he was on fire, isn't this kind of thing too shameful?

At the same time, I also found it incredible, with Shen Mingchu's degree of cleanliness, how could she endure it?

Most of the clothes on the clothes rail were already dry, Zhao Yimian didn't let them stay longer, she took them all off, carried them into the cloakroom in her arms, and put them in by category. She also took out Shen Mingchu's clothes and put them on Carefully iron it all over again.

The skill of ironing clothes was newly learned after she got married. Her own clothes don't really need ironing, but Shen Mingchu's clothes do need a lot of them. Zhao Yimian watched Shen Mingchu do it twice, and saw that this matter took over. .

She skillfully hung up the ironed shirt, saw her Stitch pants again, couldn't help touching it again and again, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

On the other side, the crew.

The makeup artist parted Shen Mingchu's hair, and saw the red marks on his neck at a glance, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Mingchu, I had a good time last night."

Shen Mingchu looked calm: "There is no way, the kid is young and lively."

The little assistant who happened to see this scene: "..."

Are single dogs inhumane?

She gritted her teeth and couldn't help whimpering in her heart.

They did it, they did it!

This pair of CP is so fucking fragrant!

Which CP fan can be as sincere as we are?