Wife Please Be Obedient

Why not go to the bathroom and wipe his face, come out to look at the watch, the prescribed 20 minutes has already passed.

Xiao Anya quietly paid attention to her. Seeing her mother was reading her watch, she quickly turned off the TV and ran back to her small room, leaving only the sentence "I'm asleep, don't call me."

Qin Ma came out of the study and walked around in the studio again. There was no dust on the table, everything was neat and tidy, and she couldn't help but sigh again.

It's all bitter.

Why not take a look around and there was nothing to do, so I went into the kitchen and planned to pickle the chicken drumsticks my daughter loves first, and it would be more delicious when I made it at night.

"Let's eat together tonight, Mom, I bought a lot of vegetables at noon." She greeted the old lady with a probe.

"I haven't finished the leftovers at noon, so they will be spoiled tomorrow."

The old lady didn't know if she declined or was really thinking about the leftovers, she took another look at Xiao Anya in the room, and was about to go back.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Stay here for a while." Why not run out of the kitchen to stay. The previous weekend I took my daughter to the old lady's place for a day, but today the old lady only stayed there for a while.

"What a wonderful girl, you have suffered." The old lady looked at her and sighed again, "You didn't lose the key on my side?"

The keys of the old house have always been reserved for their young couple, but they rarely use them and don't know if they are still there.

The old lady suddenly picked up the key, so why was it a little confused, "It's still hanging on the keychain, what's wrong?"

"Just keep it, just go over and walk around." Qin Ma looked around the furnishings of this home again, and finally looked at the door of Xiao Anya's room, with a trace of nostalgia in her eyes, "I'm going back, you are fine."

"You wait for me to wash your hands and send you back." Why feel that the old lady is a little abnormal, and wants to send her back if she fails to stay.

"No need to send it, I'm not that old yet." The old lady waved her hand and walked straight out, "Lock the door, I'll come back next week."

Qin Ma stood outside the door as she spoke, smiled at her, and then pushed the door to the room.

"You slow down." Why not shout through the door, look at the seasoning in his hands, shook his head and went back to the kitchen.

It seems that the old lady made a special trip to talk to her about that... But how could she agree?

Let a stranger come into this home and replace that guy---she never thought about it, let alone allow this to happen.

A person can take good care of his daughter.

It took more than half an hour to finish things, so why not stretch your waist and prepare for a nap.

Sleeping is really a good thing. Not only will time pass faster, but occasionally I can dream of some people and things from the past-but there is a sequelae, that is, it is difficult to sleep at night.

It was the same when I went to bed anyway, except that when I moved the evening to the afternoon, she was balanced when she thought about it. She pulled her slippers into the bedroom and threw herself on the bed.

The clock on the wall ticked, and time never stopped, let alone looked back. Anything that has passed is only passed, and it is only human heart that can't get through.

It would be great if you could look back...Be sure not to know that stinky guy who made her so tired by herself.

Why not yawn on the bed, and after a little drowsiness was brewing in his wild thoughts, he pulled the quilt on the side at random and put it on his body, ready to enjoy sleep.

The sun quietly ran to the west and fell from the top of the mountain. When Xiao Anya was awakened by the movement of watching TV outside, the sky was already dark.

After shaking on the bed for a while, she got up from the bed without turning on the light. She pulled her slippers and walked out of the bedroom, "Watching TV again. Did you write your homework?"

"I've written it long ago." Xiao Anya pointed to the table, "It's over there."

"I will check again after I have eaten. If it is wrong, the time watching TV will be halved next week."

Why not go into the kitchen and start preparing dinner.

Dinner is very simple with two dishes and one soup, plus a fried chicken leg. Xiao Anya ate so much oil that she didn’t eat a few bites of the vegetables, which made her determined to control her daughter’s recipe. One week...no, only half a month. Once, can't be spoiled anymore.

Xiao Anya didn't know anything about it, chewed the chicken thigh happily, and saw her mother watching her. After thinking about it, she handed the chicken thigh over there, "Mom, take a bite."

"I'm not going to eat." Why don't it feel a little funny to see her reluctantly, "Eat more food, otherwise it won't be fried next time."

"Oh."

After dinner, I cleaned up the table. Why not take Xiao Anya's homework book and suddenly remembered tomorrow Monday. I was a little annoyed - I knew I didn't go to bed just now. If I didn't sleep well at night, I might have to delay sending my daughter to school tomorrow.

Hmm... There are some sleeping pills, so take two more pills.

I found a few mistakes in my daughter's homework and forced her to recalculate it again. Why not let her go to watch TV, and then went back to the room and turned on the computer.

Although the previous savings and compensation are enough to raise her daughter to adulthood, and even prepare a generous dowry for her daughter, she still has to prevent inflation and have a stable income.

Why not open the webpage and browse the current situation of her novel. The situation is not very good. Most of them have negative scores. Only a few readers who know the situation are comforting her.

This novel is her two or three years of hard work. It is about a pair of childhood sweethearts. Since the age of sixteen, the little love affairs that have been acclaimed have been constantly praised, but after that, she changed the direction of the story and changed the style. The friend left, Qiaomei died of illness, evoked countless curses.

The light from the computer was shining on, and her face flickered. She controlled the mouse with a blank expression to slide down the page, watching each comment, her eyes dimmed.

She ruined the story with her own hands.

When I was about to pull it to the bottom to turn the page, my hand suddenly stopped and pulled it up a few more times.

"Although you created that world, that world has never belonged to you. It's over like this, please."

Why not remember this reader, the two people still met at the signing meeting, it was a girl with short hair, neatly dressed, like a tomboy, very excited to pull her to take a photo.

Is it over?

She stared at the comment, maybe it should be over...

It doesn't make much sense to write it down. How sweet it used to be, how bitter it is now. If the protagonist is freed, he might find a new life-if that world really exists.

I opened the document and ran over two hundred words casually, so why not hit the keyboard and type three words at the end of the book, then move the mouse to click publish, and she hesitated again looking at the confirmation box above.

After thinking about it, she returned to the document and inserted a line above the three words at the end of the book.

"When Qin He woke up, he was not under the soft big bed at home, but the upper and lower bunks with back pain. He stood up and looked at the familiar and strange faces on his left and right. He found that he had returned to his sixteen-year-old. High school..."

After adding the newly written ending, why not hesitate anymore, shook the mouse to release it, and then leaned in the chair for a long sigh of relief.

I hope he can live a different life and change his original destiny.

Why not look at the ceiling again and start to be stunned, until the phone heard the ticking sound, but opened an unfamiliar text message: "Thank you."

She was a little inexplicable, and after replying to who you are, she got up and went to the balcony, wanting to look at the flower again and think about a new book.

The flowers bloomed brightly, red as if they were about to bleed.

Why not feel dizzy, take a fruit candy from my pocket and put it in my mouth to alleviate the problem of low blood sugar.

The phone hasn't responded yet, she was about to put it aside, but there was a call.

It's almost nine o'clock in the evening, why is the old lady calling?

Her heart sank inexplicably, and took a deep breath before picking it up, "Hello, mom?"

"Hello, is it Mrs. Xu's family? She..."

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to be in another world, so why not fall from my hand after hearing half of the phone, and my eyes turned black for a while.

"I haven't finished my leftovers at noon. They will be spoiled tomorrow."

"You didn't lose my key, did you?"

The old lady's words still echoed in her ears at noon, so why not fell to the ground when she struggled to raise her head, only to see a bright red.

"You can find Xiaoya a dad..."

"Fried chicken legs will make people smart..."

"Lock the door, I'll come back next week..."

Two voices, one old and one young, were mixed in her head. Why didn't she work hard for a long time but couldn't stand up. Extreme sleepiness swept through her body. She slowly closed her eyes, revealing a hint of relief on her tired face.

It seems I can rest.

"My wife, go squeeze carrot juice..."

Before her consciousness disappeared, the last weird cry made her mouth slightly tilted.

Squeeze a fart.