God always wants to bend me

After a happy night, Jiang Chen was woken up the next day by the ringtone of his mobile phone.

He touched the phone in a daze, and after seeing the caller ID, he became more awake.

He picked up the phone and shouted towards the phone: "Mom."

It's just that Jiang Chen was startled by his own voice when he uttered it. His voice was not only weak, but also very hoarse.

Jiang Chen thought of last night's absurdity in an instant, and his entire face blushed with shame.

"Son, what's the matter with your voice?" Mother Jiang's doubtful voice came over the phone and said, "Why is it hoarse and weak, as if you have been shouting all night."

Jiang Chen: "..." Wasn't it just shouting all night...

Jiang Chen secretly complained to himself, and then said: "Mom, I'm fine, it's just that my throat has been uncomfortable for the past two days."

Jiang's mother didn't say anything more when she heard the words, she just told Jiang Chen to take some medicine to moisten his throat.

"Son, it's the National Day holiday, why don't you come home?" Jiang's mother asked, and said suspiciously: "You don't mean to go somewhere with someone again, do you?"

"No...no, our company had a party last night. I drank some wine and my head still hurts. I'll go home in the afternoon." Jiang Chen felt guilty when he spoke. Still immersed in the joy of Song Qizhao's return, he completely forgot about going home.

Jiang's mother gave a soft "tsk" when she heard the words, and said in a tone full of disgust: "You can't figure out how much you can drink yourself? You drank a little too much. It's your luck that you didn't get kidnapped."

Jiang Chen: ...

Afterwards, Jiang Chen accepted his mother's good lesson, and repeatedly promised that he would go home in the afternoon, so Jiang's mother hung up the phone.

He just hung up the phone and lay down on the bed, Song Qizhao came in after a while, holding a small bowl in his hand, Jiang Chen looked up and saw that it was millet porridge.

Song Qizhao went to the bed and put the bowl on the bedside table. Just as he was about to speak out, Jiang Chen got up from the bed and hugged him around his neck. He kissed him on the cheek with a "baji" and said with happiness in his eyes: "Morning husband."

Because of his movements, all the quilts on his body fell off, and the bruises on his body, which had been loved all night, were particularly obvious, looking charming and ambiguous.

Song Qizhao turned his head back and kissed the corner of his mouth, patted his upturned butt and buttocks exposed to the air, and said with a light smile, "Hey, put on your pajamas first, I cooked the porridge, you first Eat something, I'll make something delicious after noon."

Jiang Chen put on his clothes, Song Qizhao brought over a small foldable table and put it on the bed, and then put the bowl on it, Jiang Chen couldn't help but look a little amused, and joked aloud: "It looks like I have some kind of illness , it seems that my legs and feet are inconvenient."

Song Qizhao raised his eyebrows and said, "Then you have the ability to get out of bed and take a walk?"

Jiang Chen touched his nose, a little timid.

Sitting on the bed now, he felt all kinds of aches and pains in his body, especially in the back, which was unspeakably uncomfortable. Let alone getting out of bed and walking around, even standing up seemed a little strange.

Jiang Chen said to Song Qizhao while eating porridge: "Just now my mother called me and asked me why I didn't go home during the holidays. I was lying on the bed and forgot what my body was like, and I promised her to go back this afternoon. Tell me about me. in this way……"

While he was talking, Song Qizhao's cell phone rang, Song Qizhao took it over and looked at it, raised his eyebrows at Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen's eyes showed doubts, Song Qizhao didn't speak, picked up the phone, and called out: "Mrs. "

Jiang Chen was taken aback, he forgot to eat with the spoon in his hand, and just stared at Song Qizhao.

Probably Jiang's mother was worried about Jiang Chen, fearing that he would wander somewhere if he didn't go home, so she called Song Qizhao right now and asked where Jiang Chen was going.

Jiang Chen couldn't hear his mother's question, but could only hear Song Qizhao's answer: "Chengzi is in the apartment with me now."

As if thinking of something, Jiang Chen didn't make a sound, and quietly mouthed a few words to Song Qizhao.

Song Qizhao was beside him and nodded in understanding.

After a while, I heard him say: "Master, don't worry, Chengzi is fine. He just drank too much at the party last night. He woke up a little late today. He didn't have time to go home. It's my fault. He forgot to call you." Just a phone call."

.........

The two talked for a while, but Jiang Chen didn't listen carefully, and ate the porridge alone.

Song Qizhao just hung up the phone, and said to Jiang Chen: "Master asked you to go home tomorrow morning."

"Huh?" Jiang Chen was taken aback, and asked, "What did you say to my mother?"

Song Qizhao said: "I told my teacher that you were too drunk last night. After returning to the apartment, you went crazy and broke a lot of things. Today you will go shopping with me."

Jiang Chen: "..." Boss Song, when you came here, I wanted to ask if I was your wife!

Jiang Chen poked the bowl with a spoon, obviously a little depressed, Song Qizhao thought it was because he cared about the excuse just now, and just about to comfort his silly wife, he heard Jiang Chen say to him very seriously: "Song Qizhao , let's come out."

Song Qizhao was taken aback for a moment, then touched Jiang Chen's head with a smile, and said dotingly: "Okay."

"You...would you be nervous?" Jiang Chen obviously asked with a little fear.

"No." Song Qizhao said with a smile, "I'm very happy."

Jiang Chen: "..." Why does it feel like my brain is a little...

"Then...then I'm not afraid." Jiang Chen held Song Qizhao's hand with a firm face and said, "If my parents beat me, you have to protect me."

Song Qizhao comforted him and said, "Don't worry, even if the teacher and teacher's wife wanted to beat someone, they would definitely beat me. Besides, compared to being beaten, getting a daughter-in-law is a very good deal."

Jiang Chen looked at Song Qizhao and thought of something, looked at Song Qizhao's Xiasan Road, and said jokingly: "Then what if they break your third leg?"

What to do if your third leg is broken... What to do if the third leg is broken... What to do if the leg is broken... What to do...

Song Qizhao was shocked by Jiang Chen's words and was stunned.

When he came back to his senses, he saw the smile on Jiang Chen's face. Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Daughter-in-law, don't be afraid, even if your third leg is broken, I won't despise you. In the worst case, I will Work hard and be on top."

Song Qizhao took the small chair from the table together with the bowl and put it on the ground, and then he pressed his whole body towards Jiang Chen. Jiang Chen sat with his back against the head of the bed, Song Qizhao supported the head of the bed with his hands, and their faces were touching. and close.

Song Qizhao stretched out his hand slowly, his fingertips brushed across Jiang Chen's cheeks, and rested on the buttons of Jiang Chen's pajamas. He unbuttoned his clothes one by one without haste, looking at Jiang Chen with black eyes and said slowly : "Want to counterattack? Think beautifully."