Ninety lucky little sweet wife

It was already midnight when we left the police station. The noisy city suddenly became much quieter. The neon lights on both sides of the road had been extinguished a lot.

However, this quiet night is not destined to be quiet.

Private cars can be seen everywhere on the road, except for taxis, which are pitifully few. Occasionally, one or two cars pass by, and they are full of passengers, and no one is willing to stop the car.

Qin Huai and Ding Baixuan had no choice but to walk slowly towards the hotel together. They were not sure how long they would have to walk on their two legs to reach the hotel.

Instead of waiting, it's better to look while walking, maybe it won't take long before you can meet a taxi.

In fact, in Ding Baixuan's heart, she didn't want a taxi to show up.

Even though the heels of her feet were worn out because of wearing high heels, she didn't want to waste such a good opportunity to walk on the street with the man she liked.

Yes, she likes this man.

From the first time we met, I fell in love with him for no reason, to the second time we met, we could sit with him on the bed in the carriage, the two had a heated discussion about a math problem, and now we got along with him in the hotel bit by bit.

She was more sure of her mind.

She didn't just have a crush on this man anymore.

The climate in Beijing is relatively humid, and the cool wind blowing on his body in the middle of the night feels like a knife has been cut.

Ding Baixuan took a peek at the man next to him again, perhaps he was in a hurry, his forehead was beaded with sweat, and he took off his suit jacket and put it on his arm.

She pulled her lips and smiled, her face full of helplessness.

This man really doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade at all.

Passing by a food stall at an intersection, Ding Baixuan suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"Ms. Qin, let me treat you to supper."

The girl's voice was clearer and more pleasant, and it instantly shook the glutton in the man's stomach.

I remembered that I still ate on the train during the day, and now my son has passed more than ten hours, and he has not eaten a single grain of rice. He is already hungry, even so hungry that he doesn't even notice that he is hungry.

Qin Huai did not refuse, followed behind Ding Baixuan, and found a cleaner table and chair to sit down.

The food stalls are set up by a couple. There are a few ordinary folding tables and chairs, and a boiler is placed on top of a pedal tricycle. Next to the boiler are a few plates of well-matched dishes, wrapped with a thick layer of thick plastic wrap.

During this time period, besides Qin Huai and the others, there were two other tables of guests.

From the looks of it, business is doing well.

The dinner was proposed by Ding Baixuan, and the matter of ordering food should have fallen on her.

She was not polite, walked to the boiler, looked at the prepared dishes, and ordered a few according to her own preferences.

The boss moved very quickly, and after a while, several plates of fried dishes were brought to the two of them.

Qin Huai was not picky about the dishes, probably because he was very hungry, so he had a plate of stir-fried shredded pork with green peppers, and a bowl of rice bottomed out.

Ding Baixuan added another bowl of rice for him with great insight.

After Qin Huai thanked him, he continued to fight with the rice in the bowl.

Ding Baixuan ordered three stir-fried vegetables and one soup. She saw that Qin Huai had finished eating all the stir-fried pork with green peppers on the plate, and then stretched out her chopsticks to the dried cauliflower next to her.

Ding Baixuan's gaze lingered on the prawns in tomato sauce in front of her for a moment, and realized that the man hadn't even looked at this dish, and she muttered in her heart.

Could it be that this man doesn't like shrimp, but she clearly remembered that at the dining table that day, he almost peeled off the whole plate of shrimp and put them in his wife's bowl.

Does he only like peeling shrimp, not eating shrimp?

Ding Baixuan decided to test him out.

She put on disposable gloves, picked out the largest shrimp, and wanted to peel off the meat and hand it to the man's bowl.

Fearing that the man would refuse, she even thought of an excuse.

When she just took off the shrimp head, the sharp point pierced her white and tender fingers through the thin layer of gloves.

She exclaimed in pain, the gloves had been dyed bright red.

Out of the principle of helping each other, Qin Huai immediately put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, took off the blood-stained gloves for Ding Baixuan, and found a band-aid with the food stall owner to help her stick it on.

His movements were not very careful, even a band-aid could pull through the wound, making her gasp.

But she was still very happy in her heart, especially when her fingers touched his fingers, she could feel the temperature of his fingertips.

There was also a callus on his index finger that had been worn out from holding chalk for a long time. Every time he slid past her fingertips, she could hear her heart beating out of rhythm.

In just a few minutes, Ding Baixuan's heart was like riding a roller coaster, with ups and downs.

She could feel her face getting a little hot, and she wanted to restrain herself, but found that she couldn't control it at all.

The plan failed, she was a little discouraged, and the disappointment was not concealed on her pretty face.

Qin Huai inadvertently raised his eyes and caught the strange expression on the girl's face. He sighed deeply in his heart and regarded Ding Baixuan's carelessness as being too delicate.

He glanced at the prawns in tomato sauce on the plate again, thought for a while, and resignedly took the gloves aside, and began to peel the prawns.

Qin Huai doesn't like shrimp, not because he is allergic to shrimp, but because he finds it troublesome to peel the shrimp.

But when he was peeling shrimp for his wife, he enjoyed it very much.

Now Ding Baixuan's hand was hurt by the shrimp, so he had no choice but to help her peel the shrimp.

Whoever let him eat the supper invited by others should give something in return.

Ding Baixuan looked at the shrimp meat that was slowly piling up in her bowl, and the corners of her mouth almost reached her ears.

What did she say about him just now?

Don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?

No, she wants to take it back.

It's not that he doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade, it's because her scheming is not deep enough.

As long as she pays more attention to him, how can she not touch his weakness.

Thinking of this, the smile in Ding Baixuan's eyes gradually faded.

She pretended to caress her forehead, covered her mouth and coughed, rubbed her palms again, and rubbed them on her numb arms that had been frozen for a long time.

Just doing these actions is not enough, her gaze will always be intentional or unintentional, and she will stare twice more at the suit jacket that Qin Huai put on the back of the chair.

Finally, a certain elm-headed man understood, took the initiative to pick up the coat and handed it to Ding Baixuan.

Wearing a man's coat and eating the shrimp that the man peeled for her, Ding Baixuan at that moment was indescribably happier.

And the source of her happiness is precisely the opportunity given by the pervert Mr. Zhao who loves to be a monster.

She decided not to hate that man anymore.

The more aggressive he was, the more opportunities she and Qin Huai created.

As long as she has a chance to be alone with him, with her beauty, she doesn't believe that she can't win this man.

After all, compared to the one in his family, she is many times better than that country girl.