Wife, he's cute and sweet

It’s okay not to mention this, but looking at his face, Ye Xueli recalled the tragic situation after her hard-working words were ravaged. The anger in her heart surfaced again, and she turned her head: “I won’t write.”

From this angle, Hejue saw that his cheeks were swollen, rare and round and fleshy, like a hamster hoarding food, even a little cute.

It seemed that Mama Wu was right, the little guy was really angry.

How angry is he.

In order to let him know how to read, he specially hired a well-known professor from a university at a high price. It’s fine if he is not grateful, and he wrote so many characters of “批” to annoy him. It was because of indulgence and affection that he dared to play with his petty temper in front of him now.

Where did all the careful fawning and stickiness two days before the wedding go?

Thinking of this, He Jue felt annoyed in his heart, and was about to get up with a cold face, but a few sheets of paper fell out of the book he was holding.

Somewhat strangely, I picked it up and took a look, and found that it was also Ye Xueli's handwriting, which was more written than the "批" character. There were several densely packed sheets, but the handwriting was not so good-looking, crooked, and it was really difficult at first glance. Identify what is written.

He read it patiently for a while, probably because practice makes perfect later in the writing, and finally it became neater and better-looking, so He Jue vaguely felt that these two words looked familiar.

After carefully confirming it several times, the more he looked at it, the more he looked at it. He Jue's boring eyes suddenly lit up a little, he squeezed the paper in his hand tightly, and looked up at Ye Xueli whose back was facing him.

The thin and small figure was lonely and stubborn, obviously still struggling, and only stretched out his thin white fingers to twist the hanging bed sheet.

Hejue smiled, and deliberately said: "Professor Lu called me at night and said that you are a very stupid student. It's fine if you can't read pinyin well, and you can't practice a word well for a long time. You are crooked and scribbled. Who cares?" Find out what you wrote."

"Impossible!" Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Ye Xueli, who had been turning her back to him and didn't want to talk to him, immediately turned around and stared at him: "Ms. Lu clearly praised me today for my good memory and my ability to learn to write very well." Quick, in addition to the ones I was scheduled to learn at the beginning, I also taught me a few more."

"Really." He Jue had an expression of disbelief, shaking a few pieces of paper in his hand: "Then I can't understand any of the words on it."

Hearing his question, Ye Xueli really came over, took the paper, pointed to the words on it and said loudly in disbelief: "This is Crane, this is Jue, these two characters have many strokes, it is too difficult to write, I started The writing is not good, but you can see it later, if you don’t believe me, look at the last one..."

Ye Xueli, like a child eager to prove her good grades to her elders, took the paper and held it up to Hejue with a serious face to show him.

He Jue's eyes were not on those words, but looking at his eager and unyielding eyes, he brushed away the papers, exposing his whole face, and asked him in a low voice: "How hard are you practicing these two skills?" What are you doing with the words, I see that you hate me so much these days, and you are afraid that I will be afraid, did you learn to write my name on purpose, and you want to use it to please me. "

Only then did Ye Xueli realize that she was so anxious to explain just now that she accidentally got so close to him, and wanted to back off but was grabbed by the wrist again.

He Jue lowered his body, the teasing smile disappeared from his eyes, and he said sharply, "Answer me."

Ye Xueli was most afraid of him like this, but she couldn't escape if she was caught by him, so she could only reply with red eyes and trembling: "I, I didn't intend to please, I just wanted to know how to write your name, so I asked Teacher, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't know each other when I see her in the future, I don't want to see my husband's name every time, but miss them because I don't know each other..."

He Jue didn't expect him to answer like this, the hand pinching his wrist was stiff for a moment, then tightened even harder, and his breathing became heavier: "Ye Xueli, sometimes I really don't know what to do with you... ..."

These words were not so much a question, but more like a sigh, with a lingering ending. Ye Xueli wanted to struggle at first, but she stopped somehow after hearing his tone.

He felt that the current Hejue seemed to be different from before, so he carefully raised his head and looked into his eyes, which were as deep as the starry sky.

"husband?"

He Jue took a breath silently, feeling as though he hadn't heard him call himself that for a long time. He didn't like it when he first met him, but now he feels inexplicably empty and unbearable if he doesn't listen to him for a day.

The power of habit really cannot be underestimated.

He let go of his hand, pulled back the few sheets of paper, and dusted them with his fingers. Looking at the "He Jue" full of articles, even though it was crooked and scribbled like ghostly symbols, he was in a good mood .

"The writing is not bad. It is much better than the word '把'. I will continue to practice tomorrow and write more beautifully."

Ye Xueli's wrist was in pain, and there were bursts of itchy numbness. He felt that if Hejue let go for a while, his bones would be crushed.

I don't know why this person suddenly seemed to be very happy again. Enduring the curiosity in his heart, he helped the bed to stand up, and stood there a little awkwardly.

He Jue didn't pay attention to him, and admired those words for a while, and the more he looked at them, the more he was satisfied, so he stacked them and put them aside.

Looking back, I saw Ye Xueli standing quietly beside the bed, wearing soft and light silk pajamas, her black hair scattered behind her back, lining her delicate face with the size of a palm, her complexion was snow-white, her eyes were black and her lips were red, as clean as a branch, soft and innocent. The thorny rose is pure, but also tempting to pick.

It’s just that everything goes against the grain, the more clean and pure the white paper is, the more people can’t help but want to paint thick ink on it and splash heavy colors on it.

He Jue suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke: "I'm going to take a bath, you go to sleep."

Ye Xueli watched him enter the bathroom, and poked her head curiously to take another look.

He found that Hejue had very long legs. The room was very big, and the distance from the bed to the bathroom was not too short, but Hejue walked to the door of the bathroom in two or three steps with his long legs. Unlike himself, he had to walk quickly. It's about ten steps.

So Hejue is really tall and oppressive to him. Although Lianlian is also tall, he has always been gentle and patient. Teacher Lu who taught him today is also like wearing glasses. Si Wen is elegant and elegant, unlike He Jue, who only looks at him expressionlessly, and occasionally calls his name with a cold voice.

Ye Xueli thought about the incident a few days ago, and the words that were ruined tonight, and sniffled sadly.

He listened to Lian Lian's words and worked hard to get close to He Jue, but He Jue didn't seem to like him at all.

Why does everyone dislike him except Lianlian? My father is like this, so is my aunt and his brother. No matter how hard he tries, how quiet and obedient he is, they still don’t like him. If I had known this, wouldn’t it be true from the beginning? It should come out from below.

Although it is very lonely down there, no one can talk to him, and he can't see the sun or smell the fragrance of flowers, but at least he still has Lian Lian, Lian Lian treats him so well, and the whole world can't find a second meeting with him. He is such a nice person.

With such sad thoughts, Ye Xueli slowly climbed onto the bed, huddled in the small corner he had circled for herself, and unconsciously frowned when she closed her eyes.

After He Jue came out of the shower, the room had returned to silence, and he subconsciously frowned. His movements today were much faster than usual, but the little guy still fell asleep before he came out.

Wiping her dripping hair and walking to the bed, Ye Xueli was still sleeping in the small corner where he had been dwelling in these past few days, wrapping herself up like a silkworm chrysalis, a small ball that didn't even take up a tenth of the space of the big bed. arrive.

He was so insecure, probably because he was frightened by himself two days ago.

Standing by the bed, He Jue had the thought of introspecting himself for the first time.

After staring at the person on the bed for a while, he decisively threw away the towel in his hand, and bent over to lift off the quilt.

His movements were not gentle, and he didn't wake up the sleeping person. He just turned over and hummed softly. The pajamas on his body were rolled up, revealing a section of his white waist.

He Jue stared at the slender waist for a while, forced himself to look away, and bent over to pick him up from the bed. The feeding of the past few days has paid off, at least his bones are no longer so painful when he is hugged up.

Carry the person across from the bed, carefully laying him down near the center.

Perhaps it was because she slept more comfortably with her body stretched out, Ye Xueli's frowning brows relaxed, she hugged the pillow next to her sideways, and murmured unconsciously.

He Jue couldn't hear what he was saying, so he simply threw off the quilt and lay down together. Just after falling asleep, a cold and soft thing approached him, very fast, and almost immediately stuck to him.

He Jue paused for a few seconds, then looked down at the person in his arms.

Ye Xueli was obviously unconscious, her cheek was pressed against his chest, and her arms were also wrapped around his waist. She was as soft as boneless, and there was a vaguely sweet fragrance on her small body.

For a moment, He Jue hardly dared to move his body.

His breathing stagnated for a moment, and only after he recovered did he realize how ridiculous his reaction just now was.

He was afraid that it wasn't because he had been abstinent for too long recently that he would be disturbed by this level of flirting.

Letting out a breath, he reached for the arm wrapped around his waist, but before he picked it up, the person in his arms began to babble indistinctly again.

This time they were so close that He Jue could hear what he was muttering clearly.

"Honey, I'm very good, I will be good, don't you don't like me, don't you don't like me..."

The thick darkness seemed to disturb the silent mind more easily, and He Jue heard something beating in his chest.

For a moment, restlessness.

He adapted to the strange and turbulent emotions for a moment, looked down at the little face in his arms, and stroked the softness of his lips with his fingers.

After a long time, Hejue's hoarse voice sounded in the quiet darkness.

"You have to be nicer."