Wife Please Be Obedient

As the winter vacation gets closer, why not get more and more restless, always thinking about something.

Seeing her staring at the calendar in a daze, Qin Guanglin didn't disturb her aloud, and silently took out the homework she had brought back to help correct it.

Primary school students’ homework is still a Chinese homework. It’s a mechanical job, copying ancient poems and texts. Anyway, in addition to copying or copying, occasionally there are some diaries that make people dumbfounded.

"This is written with two pens."

Qin Guanglin had a vicious look, and directly found the lazy person and put it aside, so why not come over and show her.

Someone must be unlucky tomorrow.

"You're so skilled, didn't you do this less, right?" Why not pick it up and take a closer look to see the way.

"Our Chinese teacher was very perverted..." Qin Guanglin sighed, what's the matter with a glance, and then suddenly muted.

When she faced the students, she didn't know if she would incarnate as an old witch, sternly training others.

Probably.

"Say, why don't you say it?" Why not glance at him.

"Teacher Tianxia is a family, let's not say..."

Qin Guanglin rubbed his nose angrily, and when he saw why he put the homework at the bottom of the stack, he gloated again: "How will you care about him tomorrow?"

"Just do it like that... Maybe in a few decades, he will still say to his wife: What happened to my Chinese teacher, Barabala."

"..."

Why not collect your homework and see if there is nothing to do, then walk around behind Qin Guanglin and gently squeeze his shoulders with his hands, "Are you proud to marry a teacher?"

"What's so good about... Okay, I'm a little proud." Qin Guanglin leaned back on the chair with his eyes half closed, really feeling very comfortable.

Standing on the podium every day to train the disobedient students, and then come back to become a little wife, just think about it.

"Then can you listen to the teacher?"

Qin Guanglin opened his eyes vigilantly, and looked up at her, "What do you want to do?"

"Just say you don't listen."

"Do not listen."

"That's not squeezing." Why not let go of your hand and turn around, then come back and squeeze his shoulder hard, "I will wait for you for a long time!"

"..."

Qin Guanglin opened his mouth. He wanted to say something about listening to his wife, but he closed it again after thinking about it.

Important things will definitely not be so twitchy, and she will be courteous. Looking at her appearance, ninety-nine percent of them are the kind of inexplicable things-such as letting him draw at home.

It's better not to speak up.

Looking at the calendar, why not look at it again, Qin Guanglin suddenly thought, "You won't be... homesick?"

"Huh?" Why wonder.

"I think you often look at the calendar-do you want to go home this winter vacation?"

"No, no matter what time I have winter vacation, I will cook a large tonic soup for you at home, so that you don't talk about your life loss every day."

Why not take off your shoes and climb on the bed while talking, pull over the quilt, and say, "Don't touch me, it won't be reduced?"

"No touch, who likes to touch--"

"you said."

"I said."

"Say it again."

Why not take the phone to open the recording, lie on the bedside and stretch out his arms to let him repeat, "Say, whoever touches another is a puppy."

"Whoever touches it is a puppy." Qin Guanglin said to the mobile phone confidently.

I don't know who loves to touch whom, hum.

He touched his waist and decided not to move for a week, so he should take care of himself.

As for a week later... She will definitely forget the recording.

"Whoever touches another is a puppy... Whoever touches another is a puppy."

Why not click on the recording and listen to it twice, then lie back on the bed with a smile, "Come up and get ready to sleep."

"Don't do anything to me."

Qin Guanglin exhorted, he dragged it to the bathroom to put some water, and then turned off the light in the bedroom and climbed into the bed.

"Didn't you say not to touch?" Why not ask.

"I can't hug you?" Qin Guanglin put his arms around her and tightened his arms, "It's not the touch."

"Huh, good night."

"good night."

On winter nights, the warm blankets always make people want to rest early. Just after ten o'clock, the two of them hugged each other to sleep.

Sleep peacefully at night.

...

The winter vacation arrived as scheduled four days later. Qin Guanglin was afraid of being bored at home, so he bought a cookbook to give her.

Put the recipe on the co-pilot with a bow tie with a delicate rope. He drove to the gate of the school, so why not leave school on the last day of work.

"gift?"

Why not open the car door to see the recipe, glance at him with a false eye, pick it up and put it in the back seat.

"Choose the one for you to celebrate the winter vacation."

Qin Guanglin chuckled. This gift is just a joke. It's boring to flip over after buying it. If not, throw it aside and pick it up when you have time.

Just like the housework dice she gave.

"Go over there." Why not point to the opposite direction home, with eyes fixed on the sidewalk nearby.

"Where to go?"

"Go to the student's house for a home visit, soon."

"Hey~ I don't know which hapless student... the one who used two pens to do his homework last time?" Qin Guanglin was a little gloating.

Teacher home visits...it's hard to put it on yourself, but it's so happy to see it when it's on others.

"No... Stop ahead."

Why not direct Qin Guanglin to pull over, open the door and get out of the car and beckoned, "Xiaoyuan!"

On the sidewalk, a little girl carrying a schoolbag stopped, turned her head and looked around, until she called out again to determine the source of the sound, and she smiled at her, "Teacher He!"

"Come here, I'll take you back."

"what?"

Xiaoyuan ran over in small steps, looking at the car in front of him, a little restrained, "Teacher, I..."

"Get in the car, just go to your house and have a home visit."

Why not greet the little girl to sit in the back row, and did not go back to the co-pilot, sat with her, and said to Qin Guanglin: "Heyuan Lane, turn right at the two traffic lights in front."

"Oh."

Qin Guanglin responded and drove forward slowly, looking through the rearview mirror at the somewhat restrained little girl, and said with a smile: "How old is the kid?"

"Third grade."

"Um... Is the teacher aggressive towards you?"

Xiaoyuan pinched the corner of his clothes, raised his head and glanced at it, then shook his head and said, "Teacher He is fine."

Why not give Qin Guanglin an angry look, "Drive well!"

Qin Guanglin shook his head and stopped the car at the traffic light, "Xiao...Xiaoyuan, right? What is your last name?"

"Surname Xiang."

"Xiang Xiaoyuan... it sounds so good." Qin Guanglin praised, and the more he looked at it, the more lovely he felt.

If only I could have a daughter in the future...

Xiaoyuan lowered his head and glanced at it secretly, and said timidly, "Is Uncle He's boyfriend?"

"Uh... yes." Qin Guanglin turned around and smiled at her, "It's better to call brother."

"..."

The car quickly passed through two traffic lights, turned right as he said, and drove slowly on the side of the road to see which was Heyuan Lane.

It's still half a village in the city. It hasn't been developed yet. The road ahead gets narrower and narrower. When it comes to a large garbage dump, why not finally make a sound.

"Stop here."

Qin Guanglin parked the car, put down the car window and looked at it. He was quickly closed by the smell of the garbage dump. Why not take Xiaoyuan out of the car, and instruct him to wait a while, and walk behind Xiaoyuan forward.

He had the intention to follow it, and see why they turned into a house within a few steps, so he was relieved and looked bored.

116 Heyuan Lane.

The blue sign nailed to the wall was too old, and it was stuck with dirt. Qin Guanglin watched for a long time before seeing whether the last number was 8 or 6.

The little girl looks so behaved, shouldn't it be a mistake?