Wife Please Be Obedient

The lifetime is more than 30,000 days.

When this number was in front of him, Qin Guanglin suddenly felt nervous.

It seems... is very short-lived.

Now in my twenties, apart from sleeping one-third and one-third going to work, the rest, the real free time is only a few thousand days.

"If you do this, I feel as if time is really running out."

Qin Guanglin was shocked by the results he had calculated.

"Bah, baah, how can everything change your mouth?" Why not lower your head and mutter dissatisfied.

"What's changed... Don't use math problems to calculate how long this is. We have been together for many years. Now it's a little harder, and then we'll relax..." Qin Guanglin said slowly while holding the soft flesh, bowing his head to kiss her One bite, "I found you are getting smaller and smaller, what's the matter? Huh?"

He can't remember why he has become so clingy since when... It seems that it has always been like this, and it doesn't seem to be the way it is, just like a cat nestling in his arms and thinking. If you want to be together.

"Where is the little woman... Turn off the lights, I'm going to sleep, anyway, you remember, I just said that the most New Year's Day, after New Year's Day, if you are still so busy, don't touch me."

"Well, sure, I can't bear to let you wait so late every day." Qin Guanglin got up and turned off the light in the bedroom. Without lying back, he squatted at the end of the bed and stroked her feet. "You said one day less, yes. Not in time..."

"No, didn't you say it's OK to wait for your injury?"

"I feel like I can kill a cow with one punch now, and I'm in surprisingly good condition."

"Go, go, sleep quickly... don't make trouble." Why not twist and hum: "I'm sleepy, go to bed, and wait until the injury is better."

Qin Guanglin didn't do it. At this age, I can’t wait every day. From the end of September to the National Day for seven days, I have never touched it. Sometimes she was deliberately teased a few times. I had long thought about it after returning from the old man’s house. , What hurts or not, the wound is on the head but not on the waist.

"It's done, I will prove it to you."

"Well, don't..."

...

The matter is over.

Qin Guanglin leaned on the head of the bed and didn't feel much sleep, so why he was tired and fell asleep on the side. He put his hand on his back, feeling the slippery hand, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

In fact, he doesn't control anything, just pure lust.

Just greedy Teacher He's body, greedy everywhere.

Quietly after recollecting the last rhyme just now, the energetic Qin Guanglin was a little bit ready to move. He turned to look at her sleeping face, helped her to rest well without being disturbed by the corner, and quietly put on her pajamas and sat at the desk to turn on the computer.

In the next few months, it is estimated that I will often work overtime until 8 or 9 o'clock like today. I don’t have time to work on the draft, so I can only suspend the order.

The subjectivity of art is very strong. Some people can buy tens of thousands to buy a work if they don’t like it. If they don’t like it, no one buys a hundred dollars. Like the previous painting of the landscape in the rain, it is still hanging. I didn't sell it, so I could only passively ask for a draft to draw some commercial paintings according to customer requirements.

It's so much worse than comics.

The core of comics is the story, and then the style of painting. The company provides good scripts and he provides craftsmanship. The combination of the two does not require much trouble. It only takes time to make the work. It is naturally a boutique, and then promoted according to traffic. No worries about making money.

There is too much difference between the two in terms of income and stability.

After everything was done, Qin Guanglin opened his mouth and yawned, turned off the computer gently, got into the bed and rubbed the fragrant body twice, then closed his eyes and fell asleep. .

No dream for a night.

It may be because of the inhalation of vitality. Why didn’t he wake up earlier in the morning than Qin Guanglin, closed his eyes and held him in his arms for a while, then raised his head and leaned over to kiss him, then carefully opened his arm and slowly walked away from him. I got up on the bed, pulled the pajamas from the corner of the bed and put it on my body, got out of the bathroom, yawned and took out the eggs from the refrigerator, and opened the fire.

Qin Guanglin hasn’t mastered the skill of omelette, either breaking it up or turning it upside down. He doesn’t waste any ingredients at all. If he gets up early, he will go downstairs to buy a ready-made breakfast, buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk and millet porridge. Why not get up early, just two fried eggs and a carton of milk.

The squeaky sound of the kitchen came into the bedroom. Qin Guanglin touched the side with his backhand, and then he opened his eyes and sat up. After waking up for a while, the queen took the slippers out to wash.

"Do you have a supper during your overtime work? If you come back late, I'll make some soup for you in the evening."

Why don't you want him to come back late every day, but things are already like this, you can only support if you can't persuade him.

What else can I do? Have a fight? That is not what she wants.

"Yeah, yes, there will be midnight snacks if you work overtime."

"Then you eat more and don't save money for your stinky boss."

"Don't save him money, don't worry... 嗬喽喽喽喽呸."

Qin Guanglin wiped her mouth, leaned over and sipped her cheek, and didn't defend her boss. If she is angry, she must be angry. Anyway, a piece of meat is indispensable.

"Eh, are you... garlic sprouts, right? It will really bloom?" He sat on the sofa and looked around, suddenly his eyes condensed, and curiously walked to the corner of the living room and squatted down, carefully watching the plant that was caught by him. It is nicknamed the flower of leeks.

When he helped water the water in August, the leaves were all dried up. He thought it was dead, but he didn’t expect to look at it now. The leaves did not grow out of half, but a green stalk was pulled out from the soil. The bulging on it looked like a bud. .

"What?" Why was he stunned, looking back at him squatting there, his heart suddenly jumped, turned off the fire and ran out, staring blankly at the flower bud in the flowerpot.

"You haven't seen it either?"

Qin Guanglin asked as she looked at her, then looked back at the flower pot, "Let's see it later, it's not blooming anyway, the egg burnt for a while."

"Oh."

"We are still betting, right? It looks like I lost. Let's talk about it. What you want me to do will satisfy your wishes." He paused and added: "In addition to resignation, resigning now is too bad for character. I also feel bad, the boss treats me so kindly and teaches me a lot of things, and I lose a chain at a critical moment, and I can’t justify it."

"I'll talk about it later." Why not go back to the kitchen with a frown, check that the fried egg is almost ready, pick it up with tweezers and put it out on the plate, eyes can't help but fall on the pot of Lycoris in the corner.

How can it bloom?

"What are you thinking?"

Qin Guanglin's voice brought her back to her senses, and casually picked up the chopsticks and took a small bite of the fried egg, "When did this flower... grow out?"

"I don't know, I just saw it—this is its flowering period, right?"

"..." Why didn't the chewing action paused, then looked over at the flowerpot over there, nodded and said: "Yes, it's usually September and October...The climate in Los Angeles is probably October flowering."

The normal Lycoris blooms probably at this time, but this one is not blooming normally... not right.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, remembering something she had overlooked before.

Not open for ten years, open in midsummer.

It was abnormal last time. How can there be Lycoris radiata that bloom in June in Los Angeles?