mismatch pheromone

Chapter 108 How to Feed Yourself O

"Daughter-in-law, I'm not stupid." At this moment, the elders held their heads high, enjoying the thoughtful and considerate service of their daughter-in-law, and still remembered to correct a certain comment made by the daughter-in-law that did not conform to the facts.

"Then you don't know how to change clothes?" Zhou Xi took off the unsightly suit vigorously, found a cool T-shirt and shorts from the closet, and helped him change.

"Isn't this urgent..." Yu Jinghai argued hard, straightened his head from his collar, and moved it closer to Zhou Xi's mouth.

Zhou Xi bit his lips fiercely, "Mom and Dad are anxious about Mom and Dad, but we are slow about us, understand?"

Yu Jinghai slammed down a series of slaps, and pushed the man into the closet with his backhand, begging for a kiss.

Good morning kisses can't be finished, the clothes in a closet are tilted, and the shelves are shaking.

The sweat-stained suit lay pitifully on the ground, kicked farther and farther by the legs and feet of the two who tripped over and around.

"...Come on, you're sweating, what's the smell, don't touch me, it stinks." Teacher Zhou lost his temper, turned his face away, and refused to let his partner kiss again.

"You hate me?" Yu Jinghai pushed the person into the pile of clothes, muttered in a hoarse voice, and even looked for his wife's weakness to scratch, "You really think I stink? Why don't you give me your perfume?" I spray."

Yu Jinghai groped around with both hands, and actually found a small bottle of perfume from the closet. It was the herbal fragrance Zhou Xiai used.

At this time, Yu Jinghai's movements were very agile and fast, he pried off the cover, and sprayed like water from head to toe.

The smell of sweat went down, and the whole cabinet was filled with the fragrance of green grass. Teacher Zhou's face was numb, confused by the object's coquettish operation, and he was dazed and dumbfounded, but he didn't know that making his object look at it would only make him more excited.

Yu Jinghai rubbed his head back and caught Zhou Xi's lips violently.

"Very, expensive...ah, you are such a spray...you, why don't you just drink it!"

Zhou Xi was about to raise her hand to slap someone, but after she panicked, she twirled her wrist and instead held onto his partner's neck with throbbing veins.

"Buy it again, let's just buy it later, I'll buy it for you, how much money does it cost, can I buy two bottles?"

Yu Jinghai softened Zhou Xi's waist, and proudly hugged that handsome head with messy hair, kissing him as he wanted, intending to make trouble until Zhou Xi changed his mind and begged for mercy.

"Do you still hate me? Don't you think... I can't cure you... To put it nicely, daughter-in-law, tell me quickly, if you don't talk about me, you can—"

Yu Jinghai, who was fighting fiercely, hadn't finished speaking, when he suddenly heard the door of the bedroom being knocked "dong dong".

"Is it necessary to change clothes until it gets dark?" Mother Zhou's unhappy voice came from outside the door, "Xiao Yu, we have an archaeological work and need help, if you have nothing to do, come with us, do you have anything to do? "

Yu Jinghai's movements stopped in an instant, he let go of his embrace, and withdrew his head from the closet, and hurriedly shouted, "It's all right, Mom, I'll be right here, and the clothes will be changed!"

"Okay, hurry up, Xi, it's just a change of clothes, don't be grumpy, don't grumble if you should, who is this temper like..."

Mother Zhou's voice gradually faded away.

Yu Jinghai then took Zhou Xi out of the closet and put him back on the bed, his face throbbed in pain, and it was Zhou Xi who pinched him.

He didn't stop the car, he was wronged, he should pinch, he didn't have to refute, put his mouth on it, and lightly touched his daughter-in-law's forehead.

"Don't be angry, that's what I am. Kiss, kiss a little bit, I can't be unhappy. I will help my parents first, and I will let you settle the score when I come back. You can pinch it as you want..."

After finishing speaking, Yu Jinghai quickly tidied up, found Zhou Xi's collection of essays that he usually liked to read, and put them beside his pillow before leaving the master bedroom to join the temporary archaeological team of his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Zhou Xi bit her lip and lay on the bed, so she had to continue to rest. When she was flipping through the book, she was always scoffing at a certain wild guy who became muddy after getting acquainted.

Who governs whom?

If you are used to it, put him down...

I don't believe that he can sleep in this bed tonight.

After complaining for only two or three hours, Teacher Zhou began to worry about whether his exclusive chef would come home to cook lunch.

As a result, my parents called and said that the archaeological work was not finished, so I didn't go home at noon, and I ate outside with my son-in-law, and let my son handle lunch by himself.

Zhou Xi put together the prose with a snap, and there was a cool gleam in her affectionate peach blossom eyes.

All right, Lao Yu, now I will learn to ignore food.

Can Teacher Zhou lack a rich and nutritious lunch?cannot.At noon that day, the principle of proximity was adopted, and I went upstairs to the house of my little partner very politely, and had a five-star lunch.

It is said that the target of the hair is a cartoonist, and he doesn’t go out often, and concentrates on enlightenment. He leads a group of like-minded young children to follow the light, believes in the existence of light, and loves his career.

In addition to being a little nervous when immersed in work, she is even more sleepless than Zhou Xi, a Chinese teacher.

Xie Yanchen is the president of a large group, with a busy schedule, but he will arrange for a chef to come to serve him on a fixed-point basis. As long as he is in the country, he will take time to accompany his partner for dinner.

It was a coincidence that Zhou Xi came this time, Xie Yanchen was also there.

After lunch, Zhou Xi still hadn't said goodbye. She stayed for a while longer and continued to enjoy a large fruit plate. While eating fruit, she tapped her phone to reply to messages, and answered questions online for some students who still love Chinese during the holidays.

Normally, he would have gone downstairs and gone home a long time ago. Isn't it counting the time today, thinking that it was too early and unnecessary, so he insisted on staying.

In the end, Xie Yanchen sent him out, and suddenly asked him for Yu Jinghai's contact information.

"What are you doing? Have you become interested in socializing recently?" He understands losing his temper, and his temper is extremely cold, and he will not take the initiative to establish contact with others.

"O doesn't understand what A and A are talking about." Xie Yanchen said expressionlessly.

Zhou Xi chuckled, smiling softly, "Then I don't feel ashamed to ask, please thank you, Mr. A, for your advice, okay?"

Xie Yanchen: "Teach him how to feed his O."

"..."

Zhou Xi even understood the second half of what Fa Xiao didn't say, her ears were burning, and when she returned home, she was nestled on the sofa like a giant Buddha, motionless.

After a while, the sun went down, and there was finally movement from the porch.

The two elders of the Zhou family and Yu Jinghai entered the house one after another.

Yu Jinghai was still at the door, and he stretched his neck. When he saw Zhou Xi on the sofa, he raised his voice and shouted: "Daughter-in-law, are you watching TV? Are you hungry? I'll cook for you. What do you want to eat? By the way." , what did you have for lunch?"

"Big meal upstairs." Zhou Xi replied lukewarmly, holding the remote control in her hand, poking her eyes at the TV screen.

The weather forecast is being broadcast on the TV in a regular manner.

"Upstairs?" Yu Jinghai was stunned for a moment before realizing it, and said, "It's the house of the person you sent a child to, and you went to visit..."

"What's the matter? Yanchen? Does he live upstairs?" Mother Zhou asked casually.

Before going out during the day, the old lady who was not so willing to admit her husband seemed to have softened her attitude when talking to people.

When they entered the living room and the lights came down, Zhou Xi couldn't help but look away.

This movement stopped.

Zhou Xi looked at Yu Jinghai, whose face was disheveled, his clothes were covered with mud, and his skin was flushed red, and his eyebrows gradually deepened. "Are you archaeologists or tomb robbers? Why are you so dirty?"