The Sweetness of the Seventies

He Tiantian did not deny what her husband said.

"Yes, I have not only friendship with Qi Zhengmin, but also family ties." He Tiantian said, "Anyway, you don't understand things between women, so I won't talk to you anymore."

Huo Yingjie was a little sad, holding his chin with his hand, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Tiantian, we haven't talked well for a long time. We are middle-aged, so we should communicate well."

He Tiantian suddenly remembered a report she saw two days ago. A middle-aged couple found family life boring because of their busy work and high pressure, or because they no longer had the passion for life, so they had an affair.

They have been a couple for such a long time, and if they are not properly maintained, something like this may happen.

"You're right, we really need to communicate well." He Tiantian smiled and said, "Tell me, what do you want to tell me recently?"

Huo Yingjie was very happy to hear that He Tiantian's tone was no longer perfunctory. He brushed up his sense of presence: "Actually, I want to say that you have been too busy recently. I want you to put down those trivial matters. After get off work, the two of us go out. Let’s go shopping, buy some clothes for you personally, and have dinner together.”

He Tiantian heard Huo Yingjie's words and thought about it carefully. It was true as he said. She had not been with Huo Yingjie for a long time. Although we usually do a lot of shy things, there are fewer and fewer opportunities to go out together during the day.

"Well, I didn't think so until you said it. But when you said it, I remembered that we haven't had a world together for a long time." He Tiantian smiled and said, "Okay, I'll arrange the things tomorrow and let them do it. I won’t do it. I’ll do it early. I’ll pick you up at the door of your unit and we’ll go directly. Not only will I buy some clothes and shoes for you.”

Huo Yingjie was very happy to hear that He Tiantian agreed. His wife still valued his ideas.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at work." Huo Yingjie said with a smile. He liked his wife to pick him up the most, and he envied those single bastards!

He was in a good mood today and not sleepy at all. He Tiantian rolled her eyes and said, "It's rare that I'm not sleepy. How about we have a few drinks?"

"Okay!" Huo Yingjie smiled meaningfully. He liked the drunk He Tiantian the most, who was feminine.

Every time they drink, they can live with great joy.

These are two top-quality red wines that Huo Yingjie secretly hid during the Mid-Autumn Festival but never enjoyed them. They are in good use today.

I poured two cups, one for myself and one for He Tiantian.

Gaze at each other and feel the fragrance of top-quality red wine.

After drinking, the two people's relationship became warmer and more delicate.

Under the light, He Tiantian's skin was reddish, and his eyes were sparkling and shining.

I don't know how long it took, but He Tiantian knew that she felt comfortable, but also very tired, but she no longer had the energy to remind Huo Yingjie to pick up the wine bottle from under the bed, and fell asleep.

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Early the next morning, Huo Yingjie and He Tiantian were woken up by their mistress's voice.

Hey, this naughty kid is more punctual than a big rooster crows. He wakes up around six o'clock every morning, and then he cries when no one pays attention to him.

A total naughty kid.

Huo Yingjie knew that He Tiantian was tired, so he said softly: "You continue to sleep, I will come over."

Someone is making breakfast now. If it weren't for someone special coming over, He Tiantian wouldn't make breakfast now.

"Brother Yingjie is so kind." He Tiantian revealed her head, said something cute, then huddled under the quilt and continued to sleep.

Even if she couldn't sleep, she wanted to stay in bed for a while.

Huo Yingjie chuckled, put on his home clothes, and went to his son's room next door.

The brat was angry and threw all the quilts and blankets to the ground.

Huo Yingjie smiled, squinted his eyes, took out the clothes He Tiantian had prepared last night, and put them on for Huo Ruifeng. After putting on his shoes, Huo Ruifeng was about to run out, but Huo Yingjie held him back.

"Pick up the quilts and pillows on the floor." Huo Yingjie did not smile as before and had a serious face. He was going to teach the mistress a lesson today.

"Where's mom?" Seeing that his father was angry, the third son changed the subject, but did not pick up anything on the ground.

"Pick it up." Huo Yingjie said softly, blocking the door.

Huo Yingjie looked serious. If Huo Ruifeng didn't pick it up, Huo Yingjie wouldn't let him out.

"I miss my mother." Huo Ruifeng thinks his mother is good. As long as he cries, her mother will satisfy his requests.

"pick it up."

"I'm thirsty."

"pick it up."

"I...I'm hungry."

"pick it up."

"I...I need to pee..."

"pick it up."

Huo Ruifeng made many excuses, but Huo Yingjie replied with "pick them up".

Huo Ruifeng's stubborn temper also grew. He covered his eyes with his hands and burst into tears.

"Dad is bad, dad is bad... I want mom..." Huo Ruifeng wanted to rush past his father, but bumped into him.

"Pick it up." Huo Yingjie still said the same thing.

Huo Ruifeng thought that his crying could attract his mother, Grandma Wang, brothers and sisters, but now they seemed not to hear them, and no one came over.

Dad was the only one at the door.

"Dad, I'll pick it up later." Two-year-old Huo Ruifeng was very articulate and negotiated terms with his father.

"Pick it up." Huo Yingjie didn't laugh or get angry.

Cry, cry, he has set up a barrier anyway, so no one else can hear it.

If this kid doesn't teach him a lesson, he will become lawless if he can go to Fang Jie Wa in the future.

Being stared at by his father like this, and crying for a long time, without any "reinforcements", Huo Ruifeng stopped crying, and honestly picked up the quilt and pillow and put them on the crib.

"Dad, I'm going out." Huo Ruifeng said, tears are only useful for mother, not for father.

"Will you still waste the fruits of others' labor in the future?" Huo Yingjie asked, squatting down and looking at his son at eye level. If you don't respect the fruits of others' labor, you are destined to become a prodigal son in the future.

He can't tolerate such things.

"But no one is with me." Huo Ruifeng didn't think he was wrong.

"Your brother and sister won't cry in the morning, won't lose their temper, and won't throw the quilt and pillow on the ground." Huo Yingjie explained that fortunately the son and daughter above set a good example for the third son.

"But... but..." Huo Ruifeng couldn't find a word to refute, yes, the brother and sister won't cry.

"If you cry, people will laugh at you, shame on you." Huo Yingjie said.

Huo Ruifeng wrinkled his nose, a little shy, and said: "Okay, Dad, I won't cry anymore, but I want Mom to come and accompany me."

That's my wife, she has to accompany me!

"Ahem!" Huo Yingjie couldn't say this to his son, so he had to change the subject, "Don't you want to practice kung fu? Get up, I'll teach you."

"Is it the kung fu like the Shaolin Temple?" Huo Ruifeng watched the movie with the adults, and remembered the monks holding sticks and humming.

"Uh, it's about the same." Huo Yingjie couldn't explain it, after all, his son was too young, so he would talk about it when he was older.

"Yeah, then I'll learn." Huo Ruifeng nodded, "Dad, let's start."

Just now Huo Ruifeng still hated his father in his heart, but now when he heard his father teaching him kung fu, he forgot about the hatred and just wanted his father to teach him quickly.