Tear mole anchor

Chapter 39

Qiao Yin officially moved into Zong Jin's house the day before the National Day. This time, he was not forced to stay overnight because of the typhoon and rain, but he packed his luggage and came here specially.

In order to celebrate the arrival of the distinguished guests, Zong Jinge watched the live broadcast and personally cooked and washed his hands to make soup.

But as a man who eats take-out all the year round, even if his cooking skills are passable, he can only eat but not exquisite. When he ate that night, he felt a little unsatisfactory.

The reason was that after Zong Jin received Qiao Yin, he went to the vegetable market to buy half a chicken, a few taels of shiitake mushrooms, and a half catty of chestnuts. He planned to go home and cook chicken soup.

It turned out that someone probably tricked him into buying an old hen. He cooked it for more than half an hour according to the normal operation and served it to the table. The two were hungry and ready to eat. Did not break a tooth.

He spat it out embarrassingly, and asked cautiously, "Can you bite this chicken?"

Zong Jin didn't understand, so he stuffed a piece into his mouth under his gaze, and spat it out after two seconds, exclaiming: "I'll go, I've been cooking for so long, so it's not undercooked, right?"

Then he pulled the piece of chicken that spit out, it was white with no red blood, and said, "It's cooked!"

He frowned suspiciously.

Qiao Yin held back a smile and said, "Maybe you bought an old hen, and the meat is old, so it won't be able to bite through cooking like this."

"..." Zong Jin angrily put down his chopsticks and stood up, and brought the whole bowl of chicken back to the kitchen, "I'll stew it again, you can eat snacks to pad your stomach first."

Qiao Yin was funny and distressed, and the atmosphere of the romantic dinner was ruined like this: "Don't worry, I'm not very hungry yet."

He said he was not in a hurry, but Zong Jin was still unhappy. After he came out, he complained aggrievedly to the eldest sister who sold him chicken: "It's too much! How can you deceive customers? There is no spirit of contract at all, and morals are corrupt!"

"Is this how you use it to disrespect public morals?" Qiao Yin laughed, "Let's remember her, and just don't buy from her stall in the future! Don't be angry!"

"I'll treat you to something delicious tomorrow." Zong Jin was very embarrassed.

Qiao Yin straightened up and kissed the corner of his mouth, comforting him, "Well, I already feel your heart, don't be sullen, let's have hot pot tomorrow, okay? Let me cook instead."

"Kiss again?" Zong Jin pointed to his lips.

Qiao Yin looked at him and said, "I'm making progress!" But he still complied and leaned over to kiss him hard.

Zong Jin was finally satisfied and smiled like a child weighing two hundred catties.

It was almost an hour after the meal was finally served, and Zong Jin was afraid that he would not be able to chew anymore, so he stewed it for a while, the chestnuts were almost stewed, and the chicken was also soft.

Qiao Yin ate two big bowls of rice to save face, and then he was full.

Zong Jin laughed that he was so cute and stupid, but after cleaning up the kitchen, he took out the trash and said that he should go downstairs to throw out the trash together.

Qiao Yin was feeling uncomfortable, so he quickly changed the heels of his shoes.

Zong Jin threw the garbage at the corridor entrance, and proposed to take a stroll in the garden in the community.

The two walked around for half a circle. He saw Qiao Yin's attitude of an old man out for a walk with a beer belly. Finally, he couldn't help reaching out to take advantage of Qiao Yin's unpreparedness. He reached out to touch his stomach and exaggeratedly said: "Three months!" right?"

Qiao Yin kicked him and said, "Who is it to blame? You, a heartless man, actually say that, do you want to admit it?"

"I did it, I did it, I made you conceive in the air, okay!" Zong Jin followed his nonsense with an excellent attitude, "Don't worry, I will be responsible for you and your belly."

As he spoke, he looked decently at Qiao Yin's stomach again.

It happened that two young people passed by, and looked back at them three times with shocked faces, as if saying that my God seemed to know something great.

Just when the two young men couldn't help but took out their mobile phones and were about to take pictures of them, Qiao Yin, who thought that their conversation was overheard or perhaps misunderstood, suddenly blushed with shame, and hurriedly pulled Zong Jin turned around and walked into a place where there were no street lights.

Away from the two young men who wanted to take pictures of them, Qiao Yin immediately shook off Zong Jin's arm: "It's all your fault for talking nonsense! I still don't know what people think of me!"

"Blame me, blame me, but whatever they think, it's a little fun between couples. Those who don't understand are either single or have never met true love. It's so pitiful!" Zong Jin said nonsense in a serious manner.

Qiao Yin wasn't really angry, but he just felt ashamed, and spoke a little anxiously for a while, but it wasn't aggressive, and there was a hint of being coquettish and cute.

"It's just that you have a lot of fallacies." He pulled back Zong Jin's wrist and said with emotion: "Sure enough, when you are an anchor, you are very smooth-talking."

In fact, at night, he also knew that even if he was really photographed, he would not be able to see anything if they were all blurred together. Besides, the two of them are not big stars, so no one would care about them boringly. At most, it was for the person who took the photo Add some jokes to the circle of friends.

Thinking about it this way, I really can't get angry at all.

Zong Jin intertwined his fingers with his big hand, and said, "You obviously killed a boatload of people with one shot. How can all the anchors be eloquent? It's just that I'm more eloquent."

"Are you quite proud?" Qiao Yin squeezed his fingers.

Zong Jin clenched his fidgeting fingers: "It's okay. If I don't have this eloquent mouth, why should I attract you? So, my mouth is still our matchmaker! How can you thank it?"

"I'll make a promise with my body, I'll wear a cuckold for you." Qiao Yin said deliberately.

"I think you have become more and more courageous recently. Do you want to rebel? Now you dare to say anything?" Zong Jin pretended to be angry with a tiger's face, and suddenly picked up Qiao Yin with a short body, and said, "Go home! See how I deal with you later!"

"Aren't you afraid of running into your neighbor on the road?" Qiao Yin smiled happily with his arms around his neck.

Zong Jin hummed and said, "If you meet her, tell her she's my wife."

"I don't think so."

"You may need to understand who is in charge now, and I will do as I say."

"You are dictatorship. Autocracy."

"Why don't you say that this is a domineering president who is crazy and cool?"

"..."

The two of them bickered all the way back. The road went smoothly and they didn't meet Zong Jin's so-called neighbors. Qiao Yin was not cleaned up by Zong Jin after returning. He wanted to stay here for a week, which was considered a short stay. Zong Jin I'm helping him tidy up the room.

Qiao Yin was placed aside completely useless, so he opened the finger-painting software and drew a random sketch.

Finger painting is not as easy as board painting, but he has already made up his mind to take a rest during the National Day, and he has already prepared all the Weibo posts for the next week, so he didn't bring the board.

Finger painting was new to him some time ago, and it was quite convenient to install the software on his mobile phone, so he tried to practice it.

Because he has a foundation in painting and is familiar with various functions, it is actually smoother to draw than for beginners. Sketching for gods but not shapes is trivial to him.

Zong Jin changed the bed sheet and put the quilt on. It took a few more minutes, and Qiao Yin simply put on a color by the way. After Zong Jin finished decorating the room, Qiao Yin showed him the phone as if offering a treasure: "Qiao Yin Joe's little virtuous husband!"

The person in the painting is shaking the quilt, and it is obvious that they are making the bed.

Zong Jin said, "Send me this picture."

Qiao Yin didn't think much about it, and shared the picture in front of him, and checked Weibo as usual before going to bed, only to find out that Zong Jin asked him what he did with the picture after he asked for it.

He posted a Weibo, showing off his love unexpectedly.

[The virtuous husband, Ben Xian, I made the bed for my wife, and my wife drew a picture for me to record, it’s wonderful! 】

- Wow look what I brushed out!Insomnia reservations tonight!

——Is this painting drawn by Mrs. Lian?Looks good!Crazy phone calls to ask my sister-in-law to show more pictures!

——There is a feeling that my family has grown up. Seeing the grown pigs gouging other people's cabbages, the weather-beaten old mother showed a tired smile

——Crit attack!Watching ex-boyfriend show affection after a broken relationship is probably my kind of person, and there is no other way but to continue pampering him

— Excuse me Excuse me

——Tsk tsk tsk, I finally can't help showing affection

The author has something to say:

Fans: Hurry up!

Zong Jin: Breaking up is impossible

Qiao Yin: Impossible in this life

Zhali: Oh, my name is next life