Jane Sanshao's love story

Yuan Chengyi pouted.

Yes, pout.

Jian Qiubai rubbed his forehead, he didn't expect a man who was going to be three years old to pouted and looked cute.

"Daughter-in-law, do you love me?"

Jian Qiubai was stunned, a little flustered for a while, but then he thought that this person is a drunk now, he can't tell the difference between east, west, north, south, so why panic in front of him, so he started to perfunctory: "Love love love, Can I get up and take a shower now?"

Yuan Chengyi smiled and said, "Daughter-in-law, I love you too."

Even though she knew it was drunk talk, Jian Qiubai's heart still trembled suddenly, she stared at him cautiously and asked, "Who do you love?"

"Love my wife."

"Who is your wife?"

"A daughter-in-law is a daughter-in-law, who could it be?"

Jian Qiubai smiled wryly, stared at him again and said, "Then let me change the question now, is your wife a man or a woman?"

"Of course it's a woman." Yuan Chengyi looked so puzzled.

Jian Qiubai's heart, which was still fluctuating a bit, suddenly fell to the bottom.

Sure enough, without hope there can be no disappointment.

The ones Yuan Chengyi likes are all women from beginning to end. Since they are women, how could the daughter-in-law he talks about be him?

I really thought too much.

In the future, he will definitely have a wife. After he is drunk, it will only be a woman who will take good care of him.

Jian Qiubai let out a long breath, raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him and said, "Go to the bathroom to wash up by yourself later, and go back to the room to sleep after washing."

After speaking, Jian Qiubai turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

Yuan Chengyi shouted behind him: "Daughter-in-law, won't you help me?"

Jian Qiubai's footsteps stopped, for some reason, anger suddenly surged in his heart, the boy turned around abruptly, stared at him fiercely and said in a low voice: "Who is your wife, you bastard!"

After finishing speaking, he snorted coldly, turned his head and went into the bedroom, leaving only the drunk and stupefied Yuan Chengyi sitting dumbfounded, thinking, how did he offend his wife again?

Jian Qiubai changed into her pajamas, and wanted to sleep on the bed, but after tossing and turning several times, she still didn't feel sleepy.

It was hard to endure with eyes closed, when suddenly her waist tightened, and a warm chest pressed against her back.

"Daughter-in-law?" Yuan Chengyi hugged his waist behind him, whispered into his ear, "Why are you angry?"

Smelling that he still smelled of alcohol, Jian Qiubai brushed him away impatiently and said, "Have you washed? Why does it still smell of alcohol?"

"I washed, I brushed my teeth, if you don't believe me, smell it." Yuan Chengyi pinched his chin anxiously, turning his face to face him.

"Oh, I got it, don't touch me!" Jian Qiubai shook off his hand, turned around sullenly and fell down to sleep.

But obviously, the drunk Yuan Chengyi would not let him fall asleep so easily.

The warm big hands slipped in along the edge of the pajamas, and when they touched a flat surface, they froze suddenly.

Jian Qiubai's heart sank, she turned around to face him quickly, stared into his eyes and said word by word: "Have you figured it out? I'm not your wife!"

Seeing him turn around, Yuan Chengyi held his face and pecked the boy's lips: "Daughter-in-law, let's kiss."

Jian Qiubai punched him angrily: "Can't you understand people's words when you're drunk? I'm not a woman, not a woman!"

"But you are my wife." Yuan Chengyi looked innocent.

"You can accept that I'm not a woman?"

Yuan Chengyi narrowed his eyes, stared at his slender eyebrows and said, "But you are good-looking."

It looks better than women, it smells good, and the voice is clear and crisp, which is very nice.

If you can find such a person to be your wife, regardless of whether he is a man or a woman, you can't let go if you catch him, you'd be a fool if you let him go.

Seeing the man's overly gentle eyes, Jian Qiubai was suffocated, sighed helplessly, buried her face in Yuan Chengyi's chest and said softly

"But what should I do, Yuan Chengyi, what should I do? I like you so much that I can't tolerate you marrying someone else in the future."

I used to think that I could be tolerant enough to smile and wish him happiness, but now, as long as he thinks that he will be on the same level with another person for the rest of his life, he will be so uncomfortable that he can't breathe.

Yuan Chengyi felt the despair-like sadness on the boy, and calmed down for a while, patted his back and said, "It's okay, I'm the one to do everything."

Jian Qiubai exhaled lightly, then slipped herself into his arms again, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Let's talk about the future.

Yuan Chengyi froze when he patted his shoulder, and asked in a sullen tone, "Sleep without kissing?"

Jian Qiubai was silent for two seconds, raised her head from his embrace, kissed the man on the lips and said, "Can I sleep now?"

"Okay, you can go to sleep." Yuan Chengyi smiled, hugged him tightly, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

I had no dreams all night and slept quite soundly.

When Yuan Chengyi woke up, he had a splitting headache. The power of nearly a bottle of wine is not just talk.

Jian Qiubai got up early, he didn't have the habit of sleeping in late.

Touching the cool pillow beside him, the man's expression was a little ugly.

When Yuan Chengyi came out of the bedroom, he smelled the aroma of malt porridge. When he saw Jian Qiubai busy at the dining table in home clothes, he felt very comfortable for a moment, so comfortable that it even hurt. The head that wanted him to hit the wall seemed to have eased a little.

As if feeling that someone was looking at him, Jian Qiubai raised his head, glanced at Yuan Chengyi, and said lightly: "Get up, you were drunk last night, I made you some malt porridge, this thing seems to be Wake up... um...."

Before he could say the word sober, his breath was already taken away.

On the tip of Yuan Chengyi's tongue was still the strong smell of alcohol from last night, which made him a little tipsy.

When Jian Qiubai felt his knees were weak, Yuan Chengyi released him slightly, lowered his forehead and breathed unsteadily.

"I won't get up in the future, and you are not allowed to get up for me. Serving people is not just cooking and washing dishes."