Chapter 85 Chapter Eighty-Four

Shi Yan's legs were so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe out, as if venting out would blow Xiao Gang down the stairs to his death.Yao Xiaoping cried, "Xiao Gang, don't move around, be careful of falling, you won't survive if you fall, wait for mom to hold you down—" Xiaogang sat on the railing, scolded Zhuoyou loudly, and dragged out the 18 generations of the Zhuo family's ancestors to fuck one by one. Anyone can understand it, so by the time of the third and fourth generations, everyone understands it all. Zhuo Zhuo's face was swollen to the color of a pig's liver, and he was about to rush up to beat Xiao Gang, but Shi Yan firmly held him back: "Please do me a favor, don't worry about it, be careful to force him to fall—"

Zhuoyou said bitterly: "You are used to this, you are used to it, don't pull me, I want to see today, whether he dares to jump off - come down obediently, boy, If you don’t come down, I’ll beat you—” Shi Yan lowered her voice and scolded: "You still add fuel to the fire? He is a child, what does he know? If he—" Yao Xiaoping was about to go up and take her son down, but Zhuozhuo grabbed her: "Let's see who dares to take him down today, and whoever takes him down, I'll throw him downstairs. Your son's education is not good because you are always afraid of him—— "

A lot of spectators came out of the upstairs, and there was a lot of discussion. Some asked who put the chairs on the balcony, which was premeditated murder; some asked who opened the balcony door, which was completely guided crime; some said that people with children should not live in the room next to the balcony, and they hurt themselves; It's a bet, whether Xiaogang dares to jump or not; there are also discussions about how many people will have to stretch their arms to catch it if they jump. After confronting each other for a while, Yao Xiaoping took advantage of Shi Yan's opportunity to seize Zhuoyou, ran up and carried Xiao Gang down, and carried him into the dormitory weeping bitterly.At the end of a good show, the spectators are very unhappy, like flies attracted by a candy bar, the candy bar is taken away, the flies are still reluctant to disperse, continue to buzz and huddle there, refusing to do anything Birds and beasts scattered.

Zhuo Zhuo said to Shi Yan: "Let's go, we will be pissed off by this kid sooner or later if we stay here—" She has been shaken, not knowing whether to go with him or not.He persuaded: "Look at him. If you stay here, I'm afraid my child will learn like this. Have you never heard of prenatal education? The time when a child is in the womb is the most important. Who is like who, you face such a little bastard every day, don't worry about your own child not becoming a little bastard—" She has also heard of prenatal education, and she also feels that it is not good to live with Xiaogang, but Zhuoyue is so aggressive today, which makes her afraid, thinking that he will do whatever it takes to win.Now she doesn't want to stay in Nanyishe, nor does she want to go back with Excellence, it would be great if she had a third choice.

He further persuaded: "At least before you give birth, don't live in this kind of place. There is no nutrition, no rest, and you have to be on guard against him hitting you all day—" What she is most afraid of is that Xiaogang will bump into her again, at least no one will hit her when she lives in Zhuoyue.She decided to go to Zhuoyue first, and then make a decision after seeing the situation.She walked over to Yao Xiaoping and said, "Yao, then I'll go with him, you—take care of yourself and Xiaogang—come over to play when you have time—" Yao Xiaoping cried with snot and tears, and after hearing this, she blew her nose and said, "You also take good care of yourself—"

The two were teary, as if they were parting from each other.Shi Yan asked Zhuoyue to roll up the quilt and take the sheets, and the two of them went downstairs amidst the discussion of the crowd as if they were fleeing. When I returned to the building where Zhuo Liang lived, I happened to meet a few neighbors who also went upstairs, and they all asked, "Is the house renovated? Have you brought your lover back?" Joyce answered one by one with a smile on his face: "Ah, the decoration is complete, and I brought my lover back—" She knew that Zhuo Liang cared about saving face, but she didn't expect him to love him to this extent. It seemed that he was lying to people these days, and she didn't expose him, she just smiled and nodded to the neighbors as a greeting.After entering the house, as she expected, there was no decoration at all, and it was still the same as before, but she felt that Zhuoyou's room and hall were spacious and bright, and the walls were much whiter. It's too much, and I didn't notice this before. It's true that without comparison, there is no identification.

Joyo was like a child who was finally looking forward to his mother coming home, jumping up and down, running in and out, tidying up the bed in the bedroom, hugging the quilt to the sofa in the living room, and moving some books and newspapers in the bedroom to the sofa. Go to the living room, then drag her to the kitchen, and show her a shining gas stove: "Look, I just bought it. It's not the kind of cast iron shelf, it's tabletop. Do you like it?" She asked: "You didn't go to the hospital so late today, just to buy this gas stove?" He heard the dissatisfaction in her words, and argued, "Don't you like it? I thought you would definitely not want me to take back Yao Xiaoping's gas stove, so I rushed to buy it—" He opened the refrigerator again, "Look , I also bought food—we don’t need to eat in the cafeteria, the food in the cafeteria must not be as nutritious—”

Infected by his joy, she said, "I'm going to take a shower—" He helped her turn on the water heater, and when she went in, he still asked outside: "Is it hot? Is it cold? If it's too hot, turn it to the left, and if it's too cold, turn it to the right—" She stood under the shower spraying hot water and took a bath to her heart's content. It was a great winter to be able to take a bath so comfortably and freely. She really enjoyed it.In the past, in the school bathroom, you would be naked and crowded together, and there were some people waiting beside you, staring at you. They were supposed to stare at your position, but when you were taking a bath in that position, of course their eyes fell on you , There is really no privacy at all.After four years of bathing in the school bathroom, she was not used to that kind of staring, and every time she finished washing in a hurry.

After taking a comfortable bath, she felt that her cold was much better.She busily put the quilt and sheets into the washing machine to wash, and then went to the kitchen to cook.Joyo also followed in, watching her cooking and talking to her.She remembered that he had never been so attentive before, she was the one who cooked her meals, he read his books, and he didn't know how to set up a table, take a bowl and chopsticks, etc., she took care of everything , asked him to eat, he had to ask and remind him three times before he came to eat. During the meal, the two sat opposite each other, Zhuo Liang seemed to be eating with relish, and praised while eating, saying that he hadn't eaten such a delicious meal for a long time.She remembered that he seldom praised her cooking in the past. He praised Aunt Jiang and Yao Xiaoping, but he rarely praised her.These are all the things she wanted to hear but didn't hear before. In this situation, he said it, which made her nose sore, and felt that he was also quite pitiful. He seemed to have no sense of the several flavors of life. enjoyed it.She could have forgiven him almost entirely if he hadn't made it impossible for others to enjoy life seriously.

He noticed her looking at him, raised his head, and said, "I'm not flattering you, I really haven't eaten such a delicious dish in a long time, and I-during this time-haven't been to my mother there--" She knew what he meant, but she had nothing to answer and just ate her food. He added: "You don't believe it? It's true. If you don't believe me, you can call my mother—" "Why did I ask your mother? I didn't tell you not to visit your mother—" He ate a few mouthfuls of food in embarrassment, and said: "I have been——had been harmed by her—but I—it’s not easy for my mother to fire—her—because her family is in the countryside— —the husband is incompetent—only knows how to play cards and gamble—the whole family depends on her income—”

"I didn't ask you to fire her—" He said sincerely: "I know you--still don't believe me, but I--I'm a man of my word--I haven't--since--" It's okay if he doesn't mention it, but when he mentions it, it feels like ten thousand maggots are crawling in her heart. "Never ever" doesn't mean "never". Panic.She interrupted him: "Can we not talk about this?" He was even more embarrassed, bowed his head to eat, and said nothing. After eating, she went back to the bedroom to rest. Her head was still heavy and her nose was a bit blocked.She took the medicine prescribed by the doctor, lay down on the bed, and heard him seem to be washing dishes in the kitchen, knocking and bumping, making a lot of noise.Her nose was a little sore again, knowing that he was trying to please her.After a while, he came to the bedroom and reported that he had washed the dishes, like a schoolboy picking up a penny and giving it to the teacher for praise. She smiled and praised him, and he went out happily. She fell into a drowsy sleep, and when she woke up, she found that it was past twelve o'clock. The pain in her body seemed to have eased, and her head was not so heavy, but her mouth was very dry, and the breath she exhaled was hot. .She went to the living room to get some water, saw that he was still writing, and asked by the way: "Haven't you slept yet?" He raised his eyes to look at her, and said, "Well, I'll sleep right away—" She went to the toilet and returned to the bedroom, but she couldn't fall asleep, as if she had turned her sleepiness upside down.She lay there, thinking back on her life, on this love and marriage with Excellence, she couldn't tell what it was like, she just felt that the two of them were very pitiful, and so was the child in her belly, but it seemed that everyone was pitiful and pitiful. They cannot be resolved by each other. She heard him go to the bathroom and turn on the water heater. The water heater made a lot of noise. I don't know which part made the sound, as if every part was making a sound, especially the sound of the flame, whirring, almost Like a boiler.She couldn't sleep more and more, recalling the scene of taking a bath with him before, she vividly remembered, especially the key parts, what it looked like when it was soft, what it looked like when it stood up, what it felt like when it was touched in the hand, what it felt like on the body. What it feels like when you are exercising is so clear, visible and palpable. She felt wet underneath, so she had to test it with her hand to see if it was a miscarriage.It shouldn't be, because it's just a small amount of secretion, like the kind of secretion she would have half a month before her period every time, like egg white, creamy and greasy.Probably this is the performance of a woman's passion, and the body automatically produces lubricants to facilitate the ensuing friction. She kind of hoped that he would come to her after taking a bath, but she was a little afraid that he would come to her after taking a bath.She still thinks his thing is dirty, and if he doesn't use it and only uses his hands, she might not resent him now.But she knew that even if he only used his hands to serve her, the following programs would still be inseparable from that thing. If he only wanted her to use his hands, maybe she could accept it, but he would definitely not be satisfied with using his hands.The thought of touching his place with her mouth made her sick. She heard him take a shower, turn off the water heater, and then the sound of him walking over in slippers. Her face was inexplicably hot, and she was about to get under the quilt. He had already turned on the light in the bedroom with a snap, and she It's not easy to get into the quilt anymore, so I have to close my eyes and pretend to sleep. She felt that he had come to the hanging wardrobe next to the bed, and she secretly opened her eyes to take a look, and sure enough, he was only wearing a tank top and shorts, probably because he had just taken a shower, and the blood in his body was not so cold.He poked his head into the hanging closet, then took out a piece of clothing to look at it, and put it up to his nose to smell it, as if he was not sure how dirty the clothes were and whether he could continue to wear them. She couldn't help asking: "What are you looking for?" He turned and said apologetically, "Woke you up? I was looking for my sleeping clothes—" "I washed it for you, it's so dirty - can you still wear it?" "I also thought that maybe you took it for washing, I'll just find another one to wear—" She saw that a small tent had been set up between his legs, and she quickly looked away, but he had already caught her sight, and quickly climbed onto the bed and got into her quilt: "Look, you put the It's done like this—" "Didn't you say in the hospital 'You don't look at yourself now'?" "That's to coax you back—" He frantically touched her all over, "What about you? You don't want to?" Her body really wanted it, but she just wanted his touch, his hand, and his thing, she didn't want it at all, she felt that it was dirty and difficult to serve.She grabbed his hand, stopped him and said, "Don't do this, we have agreed—" "I'm back, why are you still building this shelf?" His hand reached out to explore, and the palm touched the cracked place on the inner side of her legs, which hurt very much. She was about to protest, but his fingers had already nimbly penetrated. After entering, she let out an "ah", and her whole body tensed up.