Strange honey water and Y month [short story collection]

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As if feeling a kiss being stolen, the sleeping wife curled up her fingers and pressed gently on the kissed place.

The corners of his mouth turned up even more, as if he was having a very sweet dream.

The little mite watched happily. If it is still a human being, it should be a clean and gentle man at this moment, with a faint fragrance of washing powder exuding from the white shirt.An An quietly sat on the table, quietly opened the curtains, let the sun shine, and looked down at his wife sleeping soundly.

"Goo (conscience, is there?)" Madam called out suddenly, pulling it back from the fantasy.

Little mite: "Why are you awake, don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

You don't plan to update anyway.

The wife supported her head with one hand, and looked at the nothingness in front of her eyes. He smiled and asked, "Googoo (did you kiss me secretly?)"

This question embarrassed the little mite, and he refused to admit it, saying: "How could your conscience be with your loved ones, you are confused in your dreams."

"Googoo (hehe, but I feel like someone kissed me,)" the wife raised a finger and pressed it on the corner of her lips, "Goog (look, that's it.)"

The little mite joked: "Conscience has no eyes, conscience cannot see."

The refreshing laughter of the wife swayed in the room, and the little mite seemed to see layers of sound waves in the air, accompanied by a sweet smell.

Little mite: "What are you laughing at?"

Wife: "Googoo (I laugh at such a withdrawn person, my conscience is quite cute.)"

The little mite felt that he was not like a withdrawn person.

Maybe it was because the wife's laughter was too sweet, which attracted a black fleshy claw to slap the corner of the window.

The wife got up and opened the curtains, and a fat Siamese that couldn't be more muddy slapped its face on the glass, sniffing around with its wet nose.

The little mite recognized that it was the one who took Xiao Qi to the wishing pool in the park.

"Conscience wants you to let it in to drink." said the little mite.

It just so happened that the wife had the same intention, and the black cat swaggered in when the window was opened.

The wife got a bowl of purified water from the kitchen and boiled an egg in the refrigerator by the way.

"Just the egg yolk, you can eat the egg white." The little mite ordered.

"Hey." The wife nodded and followed suit.

Looking at the dark and fat Siam squatting on the ground, mouthful of delicious food.The wife couldn't hold back, squatted down and poked the cat's buttocks.

"Meow?" Fat Siam complained very dissatisfied, but did not avoid it.

The wife was not sure and asked: "Googoo (Do cats have a conscience? Can you communicate with a cat's conscience?)"

The little mite also wanted to know, so he called out to the fat cat, "Little cat, can you hear me?"

Bajibaji, Fat Siam chewed the egg yolk intently, without any reaction.

The little mite spread its limbs, shook its head and said, "Look, cats have no conscience."

Wife: "Googoo (maybe it's eating well and doesn't bother to talk to you)"

Little mite: "If you don't believe me, the food you cook will smell delicious to no other creature except you."

The wife's face darkened, and she said reluctantly: "Googoo (as if my conscience can cook!)"

"I really do," the little mite raised his head proudly, "Because you are always ignorant of your conscience, you have lost the skill of making delicious food."

The wife naturally didn't believe it, and the little mite didn't care to prove himself.

Ever since, one person and one worm started working in the kitchen in full swing.

Apart from being unable to write books and sign contracts when being a human being, the little mite thinks that his expressive ability is not bad.

But when a pot of burnt things came out, it began to review itself.

What's more, my wife has no talent at all in cooking. If I hadn't learned it a few days ago, the little mite would even suspect that he did it on purpose.

The little mite covered his head and said dejectedly, "I don't think I can teach you."

"Googoo (it's only the first day, you will teach me every day in the future, and I will learn it one day!)" The wife smiled and rinsed the black carbon in the pot under the tap.

He dealt with it wholeheartedly, and his movements were a little clumsy to cute.

The water splashed on his face, making this person dazzling.

Such a wife, how can she be a lonely person.

The little mite looked out the window, the blue sky was high and wide, but it didn't know when it started, and the noisy Xia Chan gradually lost her voice.

It subconsciously said: "Summer is almost over."

The wife also raised her head just in time, watching a layer of white clouds drifting from a distance: "Googoo (but my summer has just begun.)"

12. The second sip of honey water

◎Its wife also has her own secrets◎

December 8, 10:10

Today's wife also got up at ten o'clock as usual, but he rushed to the bathroom to take a shower for the first time.

The little mite sat blankly in the room, listening to the crisp sound of water.

It had promised his wife in conscience long ago that it would not peek at the shower and change clothes, and of course it did.

The only thing I can't help is that every time my wife comes back to the room wrapped in a bath towel, the seductive fragrance and the water droplets that haven't been completely wiped off will make the little mites rush to kiss her.

"Googoo (you kissed me again!)" the wife would complain every time, but she never blamed it.

Maybe it's really worried that conscience will leave, these days my wife is still doing pigeons every day.

Under his article, readers have built a hundred-story denunciation building, and even the editor couldn't see it and came over to express condolences.

The wife didn't respond to anyone's message, and she didn't talk to that handsome guy's head portrait again.

A few days later, his penguin was almost dead, and no red dots popped out anymore.

For this reason, the wife just smiled wryly and said:

"Googoo (This is the Internet, no memory at all.)"

"Googoo (Look, I said I'm a loner.)"

The little mite couldn't help but wonder if there would be any friends who would care about why Xiaoqi didn't go online during this time, but as a person who couldn't sign a contract, he wouldn't be condemned by a group of readers like his wife.

Think about it, this is Little Transparent's fearlessness.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and my wife, who had been separated from it for 10, [-] minutes and [-] seconds, came out.

After taking off the loose T-shirt, you will find that your wife is a person who looks thin and fleshy when undressed.

At this moment, he was wrapped in a light-colored bath towel from his waist and abdomen, his upper body was slightly pale, and his muscles were just right, making people covetous.

He approached the window sill, shaking the water from his hair.

"Cuckoo (conscience, do you think that fat cat will come today?)"

"Of course it will," said the little mite, "it comes every day and thinks you should feed it."

In the past few days, my wife even went to buy a lot of cat food, just waiting for the wild master to visit at noon every day.

The wife put her finger on the window sill, looking gently at the front where there was nothing: "Gu Gu Gu (you come up, I will prepare food for it.)"

The little mites jumped on the finger, because it had just been soaked in water, and the fingertips were white and swollen, with moisture and a faint fragrance.The little mite rolled happily on it.

Then, it realized something was wrong, and asked suspiciously: "It's only past ten o'clock, are you ready so early today?"

The wife has opened the food jar and scooped out a spoonful of cat food.

"Cuckoo, cluck (well, I'm going out, how far do you think I open the window so it won't get stuck?)"

"Can't you put the cat food outside the window? What if people come in and steal things with the opening open?!" After the little mite educated, he found that the point was wrong, and added, "Didn't you never go out? Why did you go out all of a sudden? "

“Googoogoogoo (oh, I was in the shower just now, and a friend sent me a message asking me to go out to a party.)”

The little mite is full of curiosity. In his mind, his wife is a handsome nerd who never goes out and places orders on his mobile phone no matter what he buys. He actually has friends? !

"Then, can I go?"

"Googoo (Do you think I'm the kind of person who goes out without a conscience?)"

My wife always wears loose black cotton and linen clothes at home, she feels simple and comfortable, and she can toss about casually.

When going out this time, the little mite saw him wearing different styles for the first time, and even put a hat on his head. His wife is actually a trendy guy? !

In front of the full-length mirror, the man who was a Japanese-style cat just a second ago suddenly turned into a trendy and cold little wolf dog.

The little mite fell through his glasses and blushed for a long time without speaking.

The wife noticed that the conscience was a little silent, and joked: "Googoo (why, my conscience doesn't know what it's like when I go out?)"

"No," the little mite lied quickly, "it's just that I haven't seen it for a long time, and I'm not used to it."

"Googoo (does my conscience like it then?)"

The little mite gave an "um", not only liking it, but loving it very much.

"Googoo (Then what would my conscience be like if it were a human being?)"

"Hmm... probably a clean look," the little mite recalled what he used to look like, "he is about the same size as you, likes to wear white shirts, doesn't wear earrings like you, and looks better than you Mature."

The wife sneered, and went to the mirror to fiddle with the simple silver ring on his right ear.

"Googoo (then who of us will be more handsome?)"

The little mite snorted and didn't say anything. He admitted that his wife was more handsome, but he couldn't say anything.

Then the wife cleaned the kitchen and went out, opening the window again and leaving a gap wide enough.

In this way, at noon, Fat Siam could swagger in, leave a row of footprints from his desk, eat up the cat food, drink saliva, and take a good night's sleep in his chair.

The little mite still reminded: "Are you really not afraid of being stolen?"

"Goo (of course I'm afraid.)" said the wife, "Goo (but the fat man needs a place to hide from the sun and eat.)"

The door opened, and the heat wave spread across the surface.

The little mite hid in his wife's hat, thinking, this summer is really long