wife addiction

My brother babbled a lot, and I waited for him to finish before resisting the urge to make fun of him, and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

"Xiaoying, are you still angry with your brother?" My brother asked cautiously.

"No." I thought for a while and replied lightly.

"Well, since you're not angry with your brother, where are you now? Shall I go and play with you?" My brother asked again, and I can even imagine the scene where he was tangled with his fingers while talking on the phone.

I looked at the splendid garden and replied, "Maybe you don't like this place."

"I don't like it? How can I not like the place where Xiaoying lives?! Ah?! Did Xiaoying go to some incredible place?"

My brother screamed, and I immediately took the phone away. I really wanted to ask him if it was the same when he usually sat in the boss chair of the publishing house to discuss business with those big bosses or held meetings with his employees in the conference room. A piece of virtue.

"You don't want to come." I said it again, "I work as a gardener at Zong Xian's place."

"What? Are you working as a gardener at his place?" My brother exclaimed again, and immediately asked, "Xiaoying, tell my brother the truth, did he do anything to you? Did he threaten you with anything? If so , don’t be afraid, tell brother, I’ll beat him to pieces for you!”

"Brother, you think too much, I'm fine." I looked at Zong Xian who suddenly walked into the garden, and lowered my voice involuntarily.

"What are you doing?" Zong Jian's voice came from the phone, and my heart trembled inexplicably. Looking at Zong Xian, he was concentrating on inspecting the herbs that had just been shipped two days ago, and he didn't seem to notice me. .

I left the garden at once, and walked back to my cottage.

"Haha, I'm discussing with my younger brother to beat your second brother into a meat paste, what do you think of this idea?" My brother said to Zong Jian in a very embarrassing way on the phone.

"If you can beat him, I won't stop you." Zong Jian replied flatly.

"Oh, why are you so ruthless? For the sake of our childhood sweethearts for so many years, at least you should help me shoot him a few bricks." My brother complained dissatisfied.

I didn't hear what Zong Jian said clearly, but I heard my brother groan softly, scolded a bastard, and then said to me: "Xiaoying, if I beat up Zong Xian, would you like to pat him for me?" How many bricks are there?"

I rolled my eyes, thinking it was weird to use the mobile phone Zong Xian bought me to discuss how to beat him up.

"I have no grievances or enmities with him, and there is no reason to slap him with bricks for no reason." I replied.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ow child.

Hearing my laughter, my brother stopped "crying" immediately, and then happily said to me: "Xiaoying, it's such a happy decision. I'll see you tomorrow, so you should get ready to welcome me~ "

"Pfft—" I couldn't help laughing again, and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I'm ready to welcome you."

I will definitely live up to expectations and take a few more shots of you.

After hanging up the phone, I went to the garden again. Zong Xian had already left, and Yuner went to wash clothes. Only Uncle Fan was there pruning the branches and leaves.

Seeing me coming out, Uncle Fan handed me a pair of large pruning shears with a radiant face: "Xiaoying, you know the plants in this garden pretty well. The plants grow faster in summer, and they need to be pruned frequently to maintain their beautiful shape." , let’s practice with Uncle Fan today.”

I nodded, picked up the pruning shears, and immediately felt that my arms were quite heavy.

Uncle Fan grinned and walked to a bush to teach me how to use the pruning shears.

I tried my best to squeeze out a smile, like Uncle Fan, a scholar, barely holding up the pruning shears, aiming at the pile of shrubs and cutting randomly.

Uncle Fan was stunned watching from the sidelines, and the tobacco pot in his mouth fell out. When he finally came to his senses, my scissors could no longer hold, and fell directly from the bushes, hitting my toes head.

I cried out in pain, squatted on the ground, and wept while holding my black and bloody thumb.

"What's the matter?" Zong Xian, who had already left the garden, suddenly ran back, saw me squatting on the ground, and immediately pushed my hand away to check my injury.

Smelling the faint scent of laundry detergent on his body, seeing his handsome face so close, thinking about what happened a few days ago, I couldn't help but feel a little dazed.