Does my wife remember me today?

Chapter 27

Fortunately, Yu Xiucheng was still talking to others at this time, so he didn't look over.

There is only one thought in my mind now - I can't let my wife see him again.

While Yu Xiucheng didn't notice this, I turned around and pretended to cover my wife with my body inadvertently, trying to block the sight of Yu Xiucheng who might look over.

No one noticed anything unusual. After dinner, Bai Hao stood up and pretended to say a few polite words, which made my teeth ache.

And now I just want to leave this place quickly, I don't have time to talk to Bai Haopo.

Bai Hao was still chattering there, but when he turned his head, he also saw Yu Xiucheng.

He stopped talking suddenly, and patted me on the shoulder: "Old Ji, look, isn't that because—"

"Fish? The fish is quite fresh today, so let's go back first hahahaha..." I said awkwardly and bluntly ahead of Bai Hao, then reached out and pointed the hand that Bai Hao wanted to point in the direction of Yu Xiucheng Cut it off, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Pretend I didn't see it."

Although Bai Hao was full of doubts, he still listened to my words and continued: "Okay, then go back, I won't send it off."

Xiaogui from his family also stood up upon hearing the words, and bowed politely to us: "Goodbye Brother Ji, goodbye Brother Xia, goodbye Xia Hai."

My wife smiled and nodded to them politely, and naturally put her hand in my palm, and walked with me.

I turned my palm over, firmly grasped his five fingers, put on the mask for him, and led him out of the restaurant.

As soon as the two of us reached the door, an exclamation came from behind: "Hey, isn't this Mr. Ji—?"

The palms of my hands tightened tightly, and neither my wife nor I looked back.

I felt his footsteps subconsciously speed up a little, and he walked in front of me. I quickly picked up my pace and walked to the parking lot with him.

The voice behind him didn't insist either. Seeing that no one turned back, he didn't insist anymore.I quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

I looked at my wife walking in front of me, her back was straight, and she walked firmly step by step.

For some reason, the navy blue suit I met once came back to my mind.

When I first met him, his back was thin, but when I saw him for the last time at the hotel entrance, I felt different.

The time is a bit far away, and the memory may be biased, not to mention that I didn't see his appearance clearly at the time, but I just felt that the back of the person in front of me gradually overlapped with that blurred figure.

I may be too nervous... But it was all in Jinfer, and I didn't know my wife at that time.

I threw the weird thought out and drove home with him.

When I got home, my wife's expression was the same as usual, which made me suspect that he might not have heard Yu Xiucheng's abrupt shout just now at the hotel entrance.

Hope so.

He came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, I pulled his body that was still full of water vapor and elegant fragrance, hugged him, and let the comfortable breath fill my limbs and bones.

He leaned on my shoulder and patted me slightly: "The hair is still wet."

"It's okay." I shook my head and hugged him quietly for a while.

Probably because the tenderness at this time is too sentimental, I leaned on him, and accidentally asked out my previous doubts: "My wife."

"Ok?"

"Before you...I mean before you knew me," I said softly and in a low voice, "have you ever been to Jinfer?"

The person in my arms was silent for a long time, until the water droplets dripped from his hair, I heard him say: "No. What's the matter?"

The idea just now must have been fabricated by myself.

I hugged him tighter: "It's nothing, I'll just ask."

After thinking about it, I felt uneasy: "Honey, if you have something on your mind, you can tell me and don't keep it in your heart, okay? I don't mind being your trash can at all."

I felt that he froze for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

Forget it, let him tell me when he wants to, there is no rush.

I let go of him and kissed his earlobe lightly: "I'm going to take a shower. Are you hungry? Do you want some supper?"

"Okay, okay..." He pushed me into the bathroom dumbfounded, "I'm leaving tomorrow and you still feed me supper, are you trying to fatten me up to death Ji Xiaochu..."

"It's because I won't be seeing you soon, why don't you feed me more? Don't call me Ji Xiaochu, can't you call me something else? For example, Lao Gong, Jin Zhu's father, etc..." I was happily pushed by him, mouth The boss also refused to suffer.

"Okay, go wash it!"

He slammed the bathroom door shut for me.

"Let's go together! Wife! You'll be fine after you wash it again!" Even through a door, I was still trying my best to speak out of the door.

"Shut up and you—"

His angry voice came from outside the door.

I managed to make him laugh, I turned on the shower, and my mood improved.

No matter what, the most important thing is that the wife is happy.

Early the next morning, Qiu Yang drove to the door to pick him up.

I pretended to be nestled under the quilt and refused to get up, squinting my eyes to see my wife answered Qiu Yang's call and began to get up, get dressed, and pack things.

He moved very quickly, and it didn't take long for him to finish tidying up and prepare to go downstairs.

I closed my eyes to the smallest possible slit, pretending to be asleep, but actually quietly observed him approaching me through that slit.

He walked lightly, walked slowly to the bed, and whispered my name.I didn't answer.

"Sleeping so deeply?"

I heard him muttering softly.

He walked to the window, glanced at Qiu Yang who was leaning against the car waiting for him to get off, then turned back, stared at my face, bit his lip and thought, as if he wanted to wake me up, but hesitated.

After being stared at by him for a long time, I failed first and decided to turn against the general.

I opened my eyes suddenly, opened my arms, and without giving him time to react, I said loudly, "Honey! Good morning!"

He was taken aback by my sudden movement: "Are you pretending to be sleeping to lie to me?"

I watched him just laugh, put my arms around his neck, and pulled him towards me so hard that he fell on the bed with me.

"Childish." He said, but the tone of his voice was tinged with joy that cannot be ignored, "Qiu Yang is still waiting below."

I didn't care about Qiu Yang at all, and said nonchalantly, "Then let him continue to wait."

I got bored with him for quite a while before I let him go: "How many days are you going this time?"

My wife leaned on me, panting a little: "Not long, just a few days."

I put my hands on his back: "Okay, go, I'll wait for you to come back."

He looked at me and couldn't help laughing: "How can you say that you are like a little daughter-in-law."

"That's right, I'm your little daughter-in-law," I continued to answer his words shamelessly, "Once you're not here, I'll become that husband-wife stone, looking forward to your return..."

He couldn't bear it anymore and covered my mouth with his hands: "Why didn't I find you so annoying these two days?"

I smiled and rolled my eyes, and deliberately rubbed my eyelashes against his hand.

My wife gave me a helpless look, and was about to say something when his mobile WeChat rang.

Qiu Yang's voice came from the other end weakly: "Xia Xia, are you alright? Are you going to fall asleep again? Xia Xia, Xia Xia? Please reply when you hear the message. If it's later, I'm thinking about whether I should go to Brother Ji to ask for a red envelope for delaying the start of work..."

Listening to the voice, my wife turned her head and gave me a reproachful look.

I stuck out my tongue fearlessly into his eyes.

He replied: "Don't move, I will come down immediately."

Then put away the phone, and finally looked around to see if there was anything I missed, and then said to me: "Then, I'm leaving?"

"Go, officer, my slave's house is here, and I'm waiting for you to return home." I was addicted to the role-playing just now and couldn't extricate myself.

"You..." He had no choice but to point at me and be speechless.

I grabbed his finger with a smile and poked it lightly on the heart: "Go, wife. I'll wait for you to come back."

I saw him put away all his little emotions in an instant, and the corners of his eyes were filled with deep and shallow tenderness: "Yes."

"Oh, by the way," I slapped my forehead, opened the bedside cabinet, grabbed two ordinary mints and put them in his palm, "Here, I almost forgot about this. Good luck."

After seeing Qiu Yang's car completely out of my sight, I, as Xia Hai's little wife, walked home slowly.

I sat on the sofa and thought about it for a long time, but I had no idea where to start.

When I open Weibo, the restless deer still sends me messages from time to time, like a noisy and cute little bee.

Picked out a few replies, and closed the chat interface after getting an extremely excited reply from Xiao Lu.

I don't know if girls are more sensitive to this kind of thing. I was a little impulsive and wanted her to help me think about what to do about it, but in the end I held back and didn't tell her.

By the way, I had a flash of inspiration.

Speaking of which, Bai Hao should be able to help.After all, he and Yu Xiucheng used to have a little plastic brotherhood personal relationship.

Brother is used to cheat.I thought without guilt.

What's more, he lives in Jinfer now.

I took out my mobile phone and dialed Bai Hao's number.

"Damn it, Ji Xiaogou, don't you look at what time it is..." Bai Hao obviously hasn't gotten up yet, and his tone is dissatisfied.

I cut straight to the point: "Old Bai, I can do you a favor and ask you to mention it."

As soon as he heard "ask yourself to mention it", Bai Hao, the poor pseudo-rich second generation who is still in a cold war with his family and has no financial resources, immediately raised his voice, very excited: "Really? You can help me upgrade my room first, okay, yesterday you It’s uncomfortable to live in this ordinary double room for me, I want a suite with a view on the top floor... Oh yes, you can lend me another card..."

Bai Hao listed a bunch, and finally said: "By the way, what do you want to help? Tell me."

I smiled: "It's about yesterday, about Yu Xiucheng."

Bai Hao was stuck on the phone for a long time, probably wanting to refuse, but the temptation was too great, so he responded slowly after a while: "Okay, how can I help you."

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