Pampering - Chapter 69

I don’t know if it was Xiang Yueming’s illusion, she vaguely saw the driver couldn’t help but smile.

She stayed silent and kept telling herself repeatedly that it would be illegal to kill a person, or to kill her husband, and tried to restrain herself.

Don’t be angry, let alone drunk.

Xiang Yueming brainwashed herself for dozens of seconds before she endured the urge to shut up Cheng Zhan.

She raised her hand and patted his head: “You give me peace.”

“Huh?” Cheng Zhan looked at her with blurred eyes, his voice was low, “What?”

Xiang Yueming: “…”

She pressed her voice, and said in his ear: “Shut up, and you will sleep in the study without shutting up.”

“…”

The two silently stared at each other by the light coming in from the car window. After a moment of stalemate, Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes silently, aggrieved and did not speak.

He leaned on Xiang Yueming’s shoulder, very quiet.

Looking at Xiang Yueming, he wanted to laugh inexplicably.

Is Cheng Zhan acting like a baby with himself? It looks decent.

She smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and looked up at the roadside environment.

From Cheng’s home back to Mingyuan, there is a slight distance, about forty minutes.

Xiang Yueming looked at the entire row of street lights on the side of the road, the light and shadow falling diagonally on the ground, like stars in the night sky, very beautiful.

She stared for a while, and chatted with Cheng Zhan: “It’s almost home.”

Cheng Zhan replied in a low voice, “Yes.”

“You close your eyes and rest for a while.”

Cheng Zhan smiled, “Okay.”

Xiang Yueming tilted his head to look at him, bending his lips silently.

–

After entering the house, Xiang Yueming walked to the kitchen to sober up tea for Cheng Zhan.

In fact, he had already drank it in the Cheng family, but Xiang Yueming always felt that that was not enough. Otherwise, how could Cheng Zhan be so drunk as he is now.

“What are you doing?”

Cheng Zhan leaned against the kitchen door to look at her, his eyes deep.

Xiang Yueming glanced at him and said lightly: “Sober tea, are you sober?”

Cheng Zhan: “…”

He was silent, but still did not say that he was not drunk at all.

At first, she was a little drunk, but Zhao Minghui asked her aunt to prepare sober tea. After drinking it, the wine was gone when she was in the car.

Seeing Xiang Yueming’s busy appearance, Cheng Zhan paused, and said in a low voice, “I’ll bring you things in.”

Xiang Yueming said “Ah” and didn’t care too much: “Well, you can take the cloakroom directly, there is one for you.”

Cheng Zhan nodded.

Xiang Yueming spent more than ten minutes in the kitchen, and after making the sober tea, he carried it upstairs.

Walking to the door of the room, she glanced at the cloakroom, “Cheng Zhan.”

Cheng Zhan walked out from inside and looked at her with scorching eyes.

Xiang Yueming blinked and ignored his eyes for a while: “What’s the matter?”

She subconsciously said: “The clothes I bought don’t fit right?”

She said to herself: “It shouldn’t be, or you don’t like it.”

Cheng Zhan: “…”

He stared at her for a while, took the sober tea in her hand and drank it, and whispered: “Are you going to take a bath?”

“what?”

This unexpected topic made Xiang Yueming stunned: “…wash it.”

She said directly: “You don’t take a bath?”

Cheng Zhan choked and looked at her speechlessly.

Xiang Yueming smiled: “I have a bath, go to bed earlier.”

“Ok.”

Xiang Yueming walked to the cloakroom, wanting to get her pajamas. After walking in, she remembered that besides the things she bought today, there were gifts from Yu Yuan.

Xiang Yueming paused, looked down at the opened bag on the carpet, and turned stiffly to look at Cheng Zhan.

The two silently looked at each other for a while, and pressed Xiang Yueming’s lower lip, not knowing if he actually opened it.

“you–”

She took a deep breath: “Open all the bags?”

Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows and smiled at the corners of his mouth, “Can’t you see?”

“No.” Xiang Yueming choked and whispered: “What did you see?”

Cheng Zhan laughed and approached her.

He stretched out his hand, held her waist from behind, rubbed the tip of her ear with his head, and said hoarsely, “Wife.”

Xiang Yueming was blushing and heartbeat because of him.

She subconsciously wanted to hide, but she couldn’t hide: “What?”

Cheng Zhan suppressed her voice and coaxed her: “Try tonight?”

“…Xs63 didn’t know if it was Xiang Yueming’s illusion. She vaguely saw the driver couldn’t help but smile.

She kept silent, repeatedly telling herself that it was illegal to kill someone, and it would be illegal to kill her husband, and tried to restrain herself.

Don’t be angry, let alone drunk.

Xiang Yueming brainwashed herself for dozens of seconds before she endured the urge to shut up Cheng Zhan.

She raised her hand and patted his head: “You give me peace.”

“Huh?” Cheng Zhan looked at her with blurred eyes, his voice was low, “What?”

Xiang Yueming: “…”

She pressed her voice, and said in his ear: “Shut up, and you will sleep in the study without shutting up.”

“…”

The two silently stared at each other by the light coming in from the car window. After a stalemate, Cheng Zhan silently lowered his eyes, aggrieved and did not speak.

He leaned on Xiang Yueming’s shoulder, very quiet.

Looking at Xiang Yueming, he wanted to laugh inexplicably.

Is Cheng Zhan acting like a baby with himself? It looks decent.

She smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and looked up at the roadside environment.

From Cheng’s home back to Mingyuan, there is a slight distance, about forty minutes.

Xiang Yueming looked at the whole row of street lamps on the side of the road, the light and shadow falling diagonally on the ground, like stars in the night sky, very beautiful.

She stared for a while, and chatted with Cheng Zhan: “It’s almost home.”

Cheng Zhan replied in a low voice, “Yes.”

“You close your eyes and rest for a while.”

Cheng Zhan smiled, “Okay.”

Xiang Yueming tilted his head to look at him, bending his lips silently.

–

After entering the house, Xiang Yueming walked to the kitchen to sober up tea for Cheng Zhan.

In fact, he had already drank it in the Cheng family, but Xiang Yueming always felt that that was not enough. Otherwise, how could Cheng Zhan be so drunk as he is now.

“What are you doing?”

Cheng Zhan leaned against the kitchen door to look at her, his eyes deep.

Xiang Yueming glanced at him and said lightly: “Sober tea, are you sober?”

Cheng Zhan: “…”

He was silent, but still did not say that he was not drunk at all.

At first, she was a little drunk, but Zhao Minghui asked her aunt to prepare sober tea. After drinking it, the wine was gone when she was in the car.

Seeing Xiang Yueming’s busy appearance, Cheng Zhan paused, and said in a low voice, “I’ll bring you things in.”

Xiang Yueming said “Ah” and didn’t care too much: “Well, you can take the cloakroom directly, there is one for you.”

Cheng Zhan nodded.

Xiang Yueming spent more than ten minutes in the kitchen, and after making the sober tea, he carried it upstairs.

Walking to the door of the room, she glanced at the cloakroom, “Cheng Zhan.”

Cheng Zhan walked out from inside and looked at her with scorching eyes.

Xiang Yueming blinked and ignored his eyes for a while: “What’s the matter?”

She subconsciously said: “The clothes I bought don’t fit right?”

She said to herself: “It shouldn’t be, or you don’t like it.”

Cheng Zhan: “…”

He stared at her for a while, took the sober tea in her hand and drank it, and whispered: “Are you going to take a bath?”

“what?”

This unexpected topic made Xiang Yueming stunned: “…wash it.”

She said directly: “You don’t take a bath?”

Cheng Zhan choked and looked at her speechlessly.

Xiang Yueming smiled: “I have a bath, go to bed earlier.”

“Ok.”

Xiang Yueming walked to the cloakroom, wanting to get her pajamas. After walking in, she remembered that besides the things she bought today, there were gifts from Yu Yuan.

Xiang Yueming paused, looked down at the opened bag on the carpet, and turned stiffly to look at Cheng Zhan.

The two silently looked at each other for a while, and pressed Xiang Yueming’s lower lip, not knowing if he actually opened it.

“you–”

She took a deep breath: “Open all the bags?”

Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows and smiled at the corners of his mouth, “Can’t you see?”

“No.” Xiang Yueming choked and whispered: “What did you see?”

Cheng Zhan laughed and approached her.

He stretched out his hand, held her waist from behind, rubbed the tip of her ear with his head, and said hoarsely, “Wife.”

Xiang Yueming was blushing and heartbeat because of him.

She subconsciously wanted to hide, but she couldn’t hide: “What?”

Cheng Zhan suppressed her voice and coaxed her: “Try tonight?”

“…