Doting on his wife: Husband, beg for a kiss

Chapter 6 Wall dong, bed dong, all kinds of dong

Xiao Jinxuan waited patiently for her to speak. After waiting for three seconds, she opened her red lips and said in a calm tone: "Just now, my mother urged us to have a baby. I didn't tell her that we are going to divorce. I think, this The thing is that it is more appropriate for you to tell her yourself."

Her attitude and words made Xiao Jinxuan feel aggrieved inexplicably.

He was even thinking, was the way he expressed his love in the past four years wrong?Otherwise, how could Zhuang Yiman say the word divorce so calmly.

Xiao Jinxuan stared at Zhuang Yiman who was sitting opposite with his deep eyes, and his hoarse voice overflowed from his voice: "Yiman, do you... want to divorce me that much?"

There was a touch of loneliness in his words that was hard to ignore.

His questioning made Zhuang Yiman's throat tighten. She didn't want to divorce Xiao Jinxuan, not at all.

Can--

"Ah Jin, you filed for divorce."

After the words were finished, she lowered her eyes slightly, picked up the chopsticks in front of her, and her long and curly eyelashes covered the fleeting disappointment in the pair of apricot eyes.

Xiao Jinxuan opened his mouth to explain: "I didn't send that WeChat message."

Zhuang Yiman's movement of holding vegetables in her hands paused slightly, she raised her eyelids to look at Xiao Jinxuan, then slightly frowned, and asked, "Really?"

Obviously, she didn't believe Xiao Jinxuan's words.

Her distrust made Xiao Jinxuan a little discouraged, he stopped defending himself, and silently picked up the chopsticks in front of him to eat.

This is the way of getting along between the two. Whenever there is disagreement, Xiao Jinxuan will choose to remain silent.

In fact, many times, Zhuang Yiman hopes that he can quarrel with himself, so that maybe he can have some fun in life.

And Xiao Jinxuan felt that this woman Zhuang Yiman didn't like to make noise, if he said a few more words to hurt her and scare her, the matter would be even more difficult, so he rationally chose to remain silent.

Because of their own thoughts, the communication between the two has become less and less in the past four years.

After dinner, Zhuang Yiman went upstairs to his room, while Xiao Jinxuan went to the study.

It's just that he sat at the desk for a long time and couldn't calm down, a trace of fear spread in his heart for no reason, and he always had an ominous premonition that his marriage with Zhuang Yiman would come to an end.

After hesitating again and again, he opened the post bar and registered an account, and asked questions in a certain emotional post bar.

"My wife is a boring gourd, how should I express my love to her correctly?"

A while after the post was posted, some netizens responded.

"What does a man rely on to express his love to a woman? Shameless! No matter how boring your wife is, as long as you carry it through to the end, one day she will be frightened by your shamelessness and compromise with you!"

"The landlord should not stop communicating with his wife just because he thinks his wife is a boring gourd. Communication is the secret to maintaining a marriage. If the wife is still boring, then follow the upstairs and shamelessly overthrow the wife!"

"If the wife is a boring gourd, then I suggest that the landlord incarnate into a slut, so that one thing will be reduced to one thing!"

"In these days, is there anything between husband and wife that can't be solved with one shot? If so, then two shots!"

"Wall thump, bed thump, all kinds of thumps, if you don't believe it, there will be no sparks!"

Xiao Jinxuan stayed in the study until nearly nine o'clock, and with the help of enthusiastic netizens, he finally had an idea of ​​how to save his marriage.

He turned off the computer happily, got up and went back to his room.

He and Zhuang Yiman's room is very large, occupying half of the floor. The decoration of the room is all designed according to Zhuang Yiman's preferences, with a low-key and luxurious atmosphere.

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　　small theater:
　　Many years later, Zhuang Yiman rubbed his panting waist that was tossed by someone last night, and replied under this post with an angry expression—those upstairs who pushed their wives down and thumped their beds were all unreliable!The best way to express it is to let my wife sleep peacefully!
　　But after a while, she received a reply from the landlord - that's not what you said when you were in bed last night.

　　Enthusiastic netizens watching: Lighting engineer, please take your place, this friend please tell the story in bed last night.

　　(Dear friends, don’t forget to collect it, okay?)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)