My little dad, you can't afford to mess with me

The author has something to say: [Watching the big baby quarreling on Valentine's Day, I made a random episode, let's watch and play hhhhh]

The president and his wife threw dog food wildly, but when they got along, did they really have no friction and poke each other hard?

Oh, rubbing is not pressing on the ground and rubbing, poking hard is poking the other person's heart hard.

Shang, who has received an elite education, is always a perfectionist. He is rigorous, punctual, and meticulous.

Friction is bound to happen, and the young couple will quarrel if they don't handle it well.

For example: Shen Lang always bought "broken things" for a while, how could Mr. Shang, who used to be a "perfect animal" avatar for the first half of his life, bear it?

I remember the year when the two were first together, the child sent him a WeChat message asking him to plant trees, it was the kind of dazzling shopping website, and Shen Lang went to buy something casually if he had nothing to do.

The decoration display cabinet in the master bedroom was a bit empty, and there were no decorations, but the good things were left there without taking care of them, so Shen Lang put an "elephant" into the shopping cart in a wicked way.

Just when he was about to pay, Shang Yuxian stopped him in time: "Elephant? What's the point?"

Shen Lang: "Jade."

Shang Yuxian: "???"

"very long."

"Ok?"

"Very useful."

"What's the use of decorations..."

"Elephant, elephant, why is your nose so long."

Shang Yuxian: "..."

Mr. Shang had a confused expression on his face. After a while, his face suddenly changed slightly. He turned red for a while and turned white for a while. He didn't know whether the redness was from embarrassment or anger. In short, the hand that stopped the young man from paying was soft drooped down.

Not long after, the online store mailed a Xiuyu elephant to my home.

When I opened the package, I saw that the two long tusks were all broken during the express delivery.

Shang Yuxian believes that the most beautiful feature of this jade carving is its domineering ivory.

broken.

Only one bare nose remains...

Shang Yuxian: "!!!"

Not to mention street stalls, and it's a broken one.

How can Mr. Shang endure this?

Immediately called the seller, the general manager explained the situation angrily, afraid of violating the law, the store was frightened, and expressed his willingness to refund the full amount.

However, Shen Lang was not angry at all, and signed the receipt with a smile: "Just treat it as a female elephant."

Shang Yuxian: "..."

The elephant was placed on the display cabinet. Mr. Shang seemed to be suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. He couldn’t pay attention to it.

San Lang put his arms around him, covered him and gnawed his lips, and said with a smile: "Baby, it's only a few dollars, why are you angry, you said it was a female elephant."

Of course it's not about money, let a perfectionist face a defective product all day long?

Shang Yuxian left his arms, turned over, and pointed the back of his head at him: "Who told you that this is a female elephant? Both male and female African elephants have big tusks, and only Asian elephants have big tusks. .”

San Lang nodded: "Yes, it is a female Asian elephant."

"Don't make excuses, if it's broken, it's broken. Last time you made a small table on a whim. The legs are longer and the legs are shorter. The difference is five centimeters." Shang Yuxian stretched out his arm from under the quilt, gesturing 5cm distance.

Shen Lang was still laughing: "It can be used as a notebook table. Don't all the ones sold in the market have slopes? Our family only has one lazy table, and there will be two in the future."

Shang Yuxian: "..."

Two people who came together halfway through their lives lived under the same roof, and it is impossible to say that there is no conflict at all.

Because an elephant caused an unknown fire, when he saw the shortcomings of the children's "passing along" and "sloppy and loose", Mr. Shang expressed his anger and helplessness, and he lost the interest in having sex.

Two days passed.

Shen Lang also bought two buckets of diatom mud, which is used for painting walls, similar to paint.

It was the goblins from the General Secret Office who begged him to buy a group purchase. It takes six people to form a group. San Lang thought that the wall wallpaper on the stairway at home was dirty and could just be changed in color, so he readily agreed to join the group. .

Shang Yuxian didn't pay attention to these at first, until Shen Lang brushed the diatom mud on it.

Shang Yuxian was stunned: "Aren't the ones you bought in white?"

Shen Lang was wearing a hat made of newspapers and overalls, and the cos painter squatted there and began to paint the wall, "Well, maybe the store accidentally sent the wrong mail?"

"That's how they do business?"

What about goodwill?

How can Mr. Shang, who is a retail tycoon, bear this?

Shen Lang didn't care about it, and explained with a smile: "It's too busy during the New Year's festival, and it's not easy to do an online store. You have to understand."

"So, are you going to use it?" Shang Yuxian stared at the freshly painted yellow layer on the wall, "This is different from the original plan."

Just when he was about to take the phone to complain, Shen Lang stood up and stopped him.

"The plan can't change so fast, I want sunshine in my heart." Seeing the unbearable expression on the big baby's face, San Lang felt amused, "Look, this color is also very good. I tried it just now, and the white looks clean. True, but ginger is warmer and looks beautiful with lighting.”

Shang Yuxian: "..."

Shen Lang: "Are you angry?"

Shang Yuxian: "What do you think?"

San Lang: "You don't like ginger?"

Shang Yuxian: "San Lang...this is different from what was agreed..."

Shen Lang: "Are you unhappy, just because it's different from your plan?"

Shang Yuxian: "..."

Shen Lang: "And this color is very resistant to dirt. After a long time, the walls of our house look the cleanest, and theirs must be dirty."

Shang Yuxian nodded, turned around and left without saying a word. Halfway down the stairs, he turned his head and whispered: "The red wine you bought last month, I feel like I have turned into a truck when I drink it."

Shen Lang smiled mysteriously: "I gave you a DIY red wine mask yesterday, don't you think it's very useful?"

Shang Yuxian: "..."

It is inevitable that life will be unsatisfactory, and the couple cannot avoid friction. Boss Ba really doesn't understand what kind of mentality his little friend is laughing out of.

After dinner, San Lang and Shang Yuxian took a bath together.

Shang Yuxian just washed his hair at noon, so he said: "I just washed my hair, so I won't wash it at night."

Two minutes later, after Shen Lang finished washing his hair, seeing that the big baby's hair was still dry, he suddenly had a strong desire to destroy, took off his shower cap, and poured a basin of water over it.

Shang Yuxian: "..."

When I was washing my hair, I couldn't open my eyes, and felt the young man hugging me from behind, and then he teased him repeatedly, and broke in while he was out of his wits.

Just like that, it exploded.

Since when did Mr. Shang suffer this kind of anger?

Being disobedient, being subjugated, even taking a bath, will be... bullied...

That was the longest quarrel between the president and his wife.

In fact, it's not considered a quarrel, but life is trivial, and the husband and wife bicker for a little fun?

For about three days, Shang Yuxian quarreled with him and pointed the back of his head at him after getting into bed.

That's the days around Valentine's Day in February.

Valentine's Day.

That night, after the husband and wife got off work, San Lang prepared a sumptuous dinner as he did on Valentine's Day in previous years.

San Lang: "Happy Valentine's Day."

Shang Yuxian paused, "You too."

The two sat opposite each other at the dining table, his face was still expressionless, but his hand holding the gift box was trembling slightly.

It is not the first time for a middle-aged man to celebrate Valentine's Day. He receives gifts from his lover every year.

This year is different, because the two had been having an awkward relationship before, and Shang Yuxian was busy working all day, even if the banners of "Valentine's Day" were hung all over the Hengshang hypermarket, he deliberately pretended not to see them.

Peach Blossom eyes stared at the person across the table with a smile, and Shen Lang looked at him for a moment, causing Shang Yuxian's heart to skip a beat, and said softly, "Let's eat." The tips of his ears turned a little red.

The eyes of the two were still touching, and they kept looking at each other silently.

After being quiet for about five or six minutes, he said almost at the same time: "You..."

They stopped at the same time.

"You speak first."

"You speak first."

Shen Lang smiled: "The soil in the flower bed in the courtyard has been paved, and the soil was brought in by air from 'Black Land'."

Shang Yuxian didn't understand, so he asked, "Did you make the shop yourself?"

Shen Lang: "Want to go and see?"

Shang Yuxian hesitated: "Okay."

San Lang got up and pulled him up like a gentleman, and the two of them left the house and came to the front yard.

In the moonlight, the young man pointed to the bare flowerbed: "There are roses planted here, and there may be rose seeds as well. Let's see when the time comes."

"A rose is a rose, and a rose is a rose. How can we plant them together?"

"It's inevitable that it will be mixed with other things. Anyway, it's fine for my own flower beds to look good." Shen Lang took out two small bottles from his pocket, "Put some soil in it, and keep it as a souvenir."

Two glass vials.

Shang Yuxian filled it with Dengdeng's soil, and Shen Lang's filled it half full.

Shang Yuxian: "You are missing a lot."

San Lang shook the half-full bottle: "Don't you think mine is better?"

Shang Yuxian: "What do you mean?"

Shen Lang squatted down in the flowerbed, grabbed a few small stones and stuffed them in, and said with a smile, "Because there is a vacancy, there is room to put some more beautiful things."

Shang Yuxian froze in place and did not respond to him for a long time.

On the night of Valentine's Day, San Lang drank a lot of wine.

The door of the bathroom was not closed, and the sound of vomiting was heard.

The young man must be in a bad mood these days when he is in a bad mood.

After cleaning his body, San Lang was already drunk and fell asleep, lying quietly on the bed. Compared with when they first met, his extremely handsome face looked more mature, so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Shang Yuxian lay beside him, as usual, with his face buried in his shoulder and neck.

The young man's breathing became uneven, and he slowly opened his eyes. The peach blossom eyes that were always smiling were full of strong emotions.

Through the light of the night light, Shang Yuxian and him looked at each other, he couldn't help but panic, and wanted to hide back, but before he could move away, the young man hugged his waist.

Completely unable to react in time, San Lang led him to turn over and covered him under him, making him unable to breathe.

Shang Yuxian didn't dare to move, and whispered, "You're drunk..."

It had been a week since they had done anything, and the two had a little awkward situation, one was hiding, the other was respecting, and neither took the initiative to approach the other.

It wasn't until the young man was drunk that he vented his suppressed feelings. His kiss was like a plunder, and the kiss became deeper and stronger.Until Shang Yuxian was about to suffocate, Shen Lang broke into his territory forcefully regardless of whether he wanted to or not.

Wave after wave kept hitting the bottom of his heart, he let go of the hand that was holding the bed sheet, and put his arms around the young man's strong waist.

He didn't know when it ended, he only knew that the moment the young man was released in his body, his mind was in a mess, as if he had thought a lot, but his mind was empty, as if something I'm not even thinking about it.

His waist was about to be broken, and he couldn't exert any strength, only his fingertips touched the young man's body, and Shang Yuxian murmured in his ear:

"San Lang, you are the most perfect one in my life."

So, accepting a little imperfection may not be so difficult.

Sen Lang felt the warm breath in his ears, and couldn't help but tremble all over. His lover's love words were completely provocative to him, and he pressed him down again, becoming more and more anxious, and his reason was swallowed up. sinking endlessly.

Waking up in the morning, Shang Yuxian stood in the bathroom with a sore waist and weak legs. He looked at the big mirror intently, and found that his complexion had indeed improved. His skin had been tossed by young people with "red wine mask" and "indescribable". , indeed becomes more delicate.

The new discoveries don't stop there.

The lame little table of Canlang DIY, with its incomplete slope, is just right for a laptop.

On the walls of the slow-walking platform, the color is still pale yellow. After a long, long time, it still looks very new, and there is not even a trace of oldness.

During dinner, the grandfather said to Shen Lang: "Don't stay up late to work, Xiaoyu's complexion looks younger than yours, you should also apply a mask."

At night, the two quarreled until the early morning, and the jade elephant tossed the man to death.

San Lang leaned over him like a perpetual motion machine, never satisfied, his strength was getting stronger and stronger, and he panted tirelessly: "The two broken ivory were taken away by my mother."

Shang Yuxian grabbed his shoulders, buried his face in his neck and shoulders: "What?"

"Mom said that rubbing Xiuyu on the face is very cool and comfortable, and the angle is also very good. I heard that Cixi's beauty secret is to rub the face with jade. She used it for beauty."

Shang Yuxian: "..."

All imperfections, even defective products, seem to be lovely in the eyes of young people.

As long as it passes through the hands of San Lang, it seems to become useful.

Peach blossom eyes are always smiling.

In those beautiful eyes, Shang Yuxian certainly knows that he is not a perfect person, but his lover cherishes him at the top of his heart, and he loves himself madly.

At this time, Shang Yuxian looked at the two bottles of flower bed soil on the cabinet.

The bottle I filled to the brim was still a black earth; while the bottle of Shen Lang was half full, and at some point, a small green sprout sprouted beside the small stone in the bottle.

Because it's not perfect, there's room for it.

Realizing that even as a perfectionist myself, I will inevitably be old and riddled with holes in the future, so why demand perfection in everything?

Falling in love with you without hesitation.

It's the most perfect thing I've ever done in my life.

This is enough.