Strange honey water and Y month [short story collection]

It was densely packed.

Today I'm going to talk about a variety show. Taking advantage of the spare time, Fu Wenchou hid in the toilet to adjust himself.

While chanting to the sink, the toilet behind him suddenly released water, which made Fu Wenchou almost jump up. Today is reserved, and he remembered that everyone was there before he left. There should be no one in the toilet? !

The compartment door opened, and Ji Jiang stepped out in a black suit and sunglasses.

"Hey, Teacher Fu still really likes toilets."

Fu Wenchou breathed a sigh of relief, and said jokingly, "Why, Teacher Ji didn't make himself popular last time, and he's following my variety show again?"

"Not at all." Ji Jiang patted Fu Wenchou on the shoulder, his face full of spring breeze, "Before filming with Mr. Fu, I had a deep feeling. I am a lazy person who does not seek to make progress. It is not unreasonable for me to sink to the bottom."

During the filming with Fu Wenchou, Ji Jiang understood from the bottom of his heart what dedication is. Fu Wenchou is completely worthy of his achievements.

So Ji Jiang fell into trouble for a while after the filming was completed. He was afraid that if he became popular again, with his professional ability, he would soon repeat the same mistakes.

He was finally happy again when he heard that the new drama was off the air.

Fu Wen raised his brows worriedly: "So, what is Teacher Ji going to follow me this time, is it possible that he wants to be an idiot?"

Still smiling, Ji Jiang leaned into his ear and said word by word, "As expected of Mr. Fu, I guessed it right."

After speaking, Ji Jiang took a step back and patiently waited for the other party's answer.

Fu Wenchou looked at him and couldn't help scratching her red ears.

"Idiot, do you want to be my driver?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and walked out of the toilet together.

On the way back, Ji Jiang drove the car and asked Fu Wenchou a question.

"I went to find that boy later. He changed his face and said that it was given by someone with exactly the same features as Mr. Fu."

Fu Wenchou panicked and admitted, "It's me."

"It was delivered overnight, and you were there that night."

"I'm sorry... I didn't make a move at the time."

"Don't worry, I understand you," Ji Jiang smiled gossipingly, "It's just that the mask was delivered so quickly, it must not have robbed someone again, but I don't think Mr. Fu is missing arms or legs, what price did you pay in the end? "

Fu Wenchou: "You guess."

———The first sip, finish drinking

??For my wife to become a mite??

9. The second sip of honey water

◎My God, can my wife hear the little mite talking? ! ◎

December 8, 3:7

Summer is almost over and the weather is still extremely hot.

The little mite woke up early in the morning, wandering and stretching on his wife's eyelashes.

It does not come out at night like other mites, nor does it love the shade and shy away from the sun like other mites.

It has the same work and rest time as human beings, and the same emotions as human beings.

Because it was a human being seven days ago.

The little mite watched the sky outside the window slowly change from gray-blue to translucent white, and then the sun rose from it, and layers of soft and warm light fell through the bay window and sprinkled into the room.

It didn't bother to shy away from it at all, allowing the sun to cover its whole body.

Suddenly, it felt a slight shaking, and the eyelashes under its limbs trembled, as if... the wife was slowly opening its eyes.

The little mite glanced at the time in the distance, it was seven o'clock.

It's so early, its wife won't get up, maybe it's because she's sleepy and her arms are turning over, or she's thirsty to drink water?

At most, it is to wake up from the heat and turn on the air conditioner.

Sure enough, the wife just opened her eyelids a little, stretched her whole body, and closed the window with her feet.

Then there was a "beep", accompanied by the buzzing sound of the air conditioner cover opening, and there was a cool breeze.

After the wife put down the remote control, she immediately turned over again, touched the kettle on the bedside table, and drank all the overnight water in it in one breath.

Hearing the gurgling sound of gulping water, the little mite immediately regretted it. It should have slipped onto his wife's Adam's apple in the morning.

The next moment, the drunk wife returned to lie flat, and he moved neatly, the annoyed little mite lost its grip and slid down a section for a moment.

The pitch-black eyes suddenly appeared in front of him, and the regret it had just been thrown into the sky.

The wife's eyes are so beautiful, like the bright starry sky on a summer night, with a layer of crystal tears gently covering them, constantly reflecting the light.

The little mite just felt that his soul was about to be sucked in!

After a while, the little mite felt that something was wrong. The wife didn't seem to close her eyes, but opened them completely? !

Have a nightmare?Or is the water bad just now?

While the wife was rubbing her eyes, the little mites slid down her slender white fingers and landed on the straight collarbone just right.

When passing by the corner of the lips, the little mite took a special look, and there was a slight upward arc.

Probably dreaming about someone or something that you want to dream about.

The little mite was happy.

My wife got up at seven o'clock for an unprecedented time!

And this new day was as it wished, the wife supported the bed and sat up! ! !

I will definitely code well today!

That's right, my wife is a writer, and she is also a male writer with a small amount of readers.

In this circle, a wife is not someone's wife, and sometimes it refers to someone who is a little more powerful than Da Da.

So the little mite kept calling him his wife, even more proficiently than his pseudonym.

"Hurry up, madam, get out of bed, wash your face and brush your teeth, and then code!" The little mite shouted excitedly, "Your readers are so hungry and thirsty!"

The wife rubbed her head: "Coo? Coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo?"

The little mite is scratching its head, what's going on, it can't understand what my wife is saying today?

But by observing his wife's lips, it probably translated it as saying "Huh? Who was talking just now?"

God, can the lady hear it? !

The little mite tried to raise the volume and said, "My wife is me!"

Wife: "Cuckoo (Who?)"

Little mite: "Xiaoqi! I'm Xiaoqi!"

Wife: "Cuckoo, cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck (strange, did I get up too early?)"

Thinking of this, the wife closed her eyes and lay down again.

December 8, 3:10

Outside the window, the sun was already high, and there were layers of restless heat waves rolling in the scorching air.

The air conditioner in the room is still cool and comfortable.

After a long wait, the wife finally opened her eyes again. This time, the little mite didn't dare to make any more noise. It shrank back cowardly and squatted back deep in the eyelashes of the wife.

These thick and long eyelashes are his favorite place to stay.

After 5 minutes passed, the wife blinked her eyelids twice and sat up again.

"Googoo (is anyone there?)" he asked tentatively, as if confirming the abnormality in the morning.

Of course the little mite chose not to answer, who knew if his wife would sleep through the night if he said a word.

After confirming that there was no difference, the wife let out a sigh of satisfaction, turned off the air conditioner, and got out of bed.

The wooden floor was rubbed against the soft soles, and the wife walked in a steady and vigorous posture. If the little mite was on his calf at this time, he could even feel the undulating muscle lines.

Half of his wife's figure was reflected in the mirror in front of the washstand. He was tall, thin and delicate, with a loose black cotton T-shirt casually put on, giving him a gentle appearance.

The little mite jumped to his wife's fingertips, and followed his movements to see the toothpaste being picked up and squeezed onto the blue and white toothbrush. When it approached his wife's lips, it blushed instantly and fled to the shoulder.

Listening to the sound of brushing teeth, the little mite covered his chest. If it was still a human being, there should be a strong heartbeat here.

God, it just almost kissed his wife, what was it doing just now!

The little mite couldn't stand being so shameless, so it grabbed the soft cloth and wrapped itself in it.

The lady's dress has a sweet scent of honey that calms it down.

After it smelled enough and came back to its senses, the wife had finished washing and went to the kitchen.

The little mite doesn't like to come to the kitchen, because it is really different from his wife's male god.

That's right, his wife is a delicate person, but she can't handle cooking:

He doesn't seem to have high requirements for food, and the dishes are just fried.Of course, I don't care about meal time and overnight issues.

In this regard, the concept of the little mite is completely opposite. When it was still a human being, it had excellent craftsmanship and deeply loved and respected all kinds of food.

It is also a boy, it used to be able to handle the kitchen as clean and tidy as its mother, and every dish it made was called art.

Therefore, the little mite really wanted to turn back into a human right away and teach his wife a lesson.

But now, the little mite could only sit angrily on his wife's shoulder, watching him take out the half bowl of rice left over from last night and heat it up, then opened a can of iced Coke, and carried it to the study.

Madam, this is really unhealthy, the little mite shook his head helplessly.

My wife also has a very unhealthy habit, that is, when he eats, he must watch something.

Even if it is a 5-minute steamed bun, he will spend half an hour to find a suitable drama, and then eat while watching.

Many people have this bad habit, and the little mites don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, but the problem is, every time my wife finishes eating and hasn’t finished watching the show, she will keep watching until the end of the day.

Then he pigeonholed.

It's the same this time. After eating leftovers, I picked out a new TV series, suspense, and the ratings on the Internet are very good.

If nothing else happens, my wife will finish her meal around half a grade, and then watch the latest episodes with Coke in her arms.

The little mite was disheartened and sighed heavily.

"Huh? (huh)" the wife heard it, even if the little mite immediately reacted and tightly covered its mouth, its wife heard it too.

How to do? !

Will the wife freak out?

Or feel like you're dreaming and falling into bed again?

But the wife didn't seem to be as fragile as the little mite imagined, he just frowned, stopped the show and went to search for it in the penguin.

he probably mistook it