Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

The bus was getting closer and closer, Bian Yunluo saw the sign on it clearly, he reached out and gently touched Ying Zaizhou: "We are going to take bus 103."

You should have seen the bright red "3rd Road" on the display screen above the oncoming bus.

The fingers holding the bus card are a little stiff. So there are so many types of buses?

"It's okay, you get in the car, I'll swipe your card for you." Ying Zaizhou waved his hand indifferently after reacting.

The bus had already stopped in front of everyone, and a group of employees hesitated whether to get on it or not.

Bian Yunluo didn't have time to stop him, but Ying Zai took the lead and got into the car first. Then he stood at the front door and waved downwards: "Whoever wants to take this trip home, I will swipe the card for everyone."

Hearing Ying Zaizhou's urging, the staff in front of the car made moves one after another, walking up hesitantly.

The first person kept nodding his head in thanks, and walked back stiffly: "Thank you, Mr. Ying."

Ying Zaizhou put one hand in his pocket, leaned on the coin barrel in a smart manner, held the brightly colored bus card between two fingers, and stuck it to the machine.

"Drip—[-]% off citizen bus card." I don't know what kind of black card worth tens of billions he thought he was swiping.

Ying Zaizhou nodded in satisfaction, very good, he knew it would be successful.

Because he had already checked on the Internet how to swipe the bus card in the afternoon.

As soon as the second employee followed in the footsteps of the person in front, Ying Zaizhou plastered the card on the machine.

"Dip - please wait 5 minutes to swipe your card."

Embarrassment spread in the air...

"Young man, the bus card can only be used by one person." The driver uncle reminded with a smile, "Hurry up for the people behind, the stop time is coming."

The employees standing in front of Yingzhou and the people behind them reacted quickly and took out their mobile phones or bus cards one after another.

"Thank you Mr. Ying, let's do it ourselves, I'm really sorry for your trouble." A row of people scanned the QR code and boarded the car in an orderly manner.

Ying Zaizhou's head shook slightly following the movement of the employees.

There was disbelief and bewilderment in his eyes.

It wasn't until all the employees who took this bus got on the bus, under the urging of the driver, that Bian Yunluo came up and pulled Ying Zaizhou off.

The door of the bus was slowly closed in front of the two of them, and the remaining employees did not dare to breathe, and stood quietly behind the two of them.

If I had known earlier, I would just sit like this and go straight away, and wait for the next stop before changing trains, which would be better than standing next to the boss.

Fortunately, the bus that Bian Yunluo and the others were going to take would arrive soon, but obviously the card that should be in the state hadn't arrived yet.

Bian Yunluo calmly scanned the QR code twice.

The two sat side by side on the double seat in the back row of the bus.

Ying Zaizhou propped his chin up and pretended to look at the scenery, but since he failed to swipe his card just now, Bian Yunluo saw that Ying Zaizhou's ears turned red instantly.

So far the heat has not dropped.

"Do you know where we are going?" Bian Yunluo took the initiative to speak.

Ying Zaizhou looked at him unexpectedly, after spending so many days together, he had already discovered it.

Little O doesn't like to talk. If no one raises the topic, Bian Yunluo is always the one who is silent, and seems to be used to feeling ignored.

"Where are you going?" Ying Zaizhou asked with great interest.

Bian Yunluo pointed to the schematic diagram of the station on the upper side of the carriage: "Go to the subway station first, then transfer once to the terminal station, it will take about three hours."

"That's the place where Dai Mianmian rented a house when I just graduated." He rarely mentioned his past to others.

But I don't know if it's because of the self-struggle in the office before, anyway, Bian Yunluo wants to talk now.

During college, he was recommended to Jiang University. During his postgraduate study, he may have been too busy with his studies, and he had less and less contact with his sister.

When she graduated, her sister suddenly handed over Mianmian, who was less than one year old, to him, and then disappeared.

Bian Yunlu, who has just found a job, is not rich, so he can only rent a small house far away from the urban area, and raise Mian Mian while working.

"Mianmian was only this big at that time." Bian Yunluo stretched out his hand and gestured, "I can't even speak well, and I can't walk very well, so it's very difficult to carry."

"I can't eat anything outside, and I seldom go out to eat." Bian Yunluo looked down at his hands, as if he was remembering something, "But I went to a small fried shop downstairs by chance, and the taste was very similar to my mother's fried rice. of."

"My mother died when I was 13." My father also abandoned them. It can be said that he was raised by his sister who was five years older than himself. "Today I will take you to that house. Since I moved I never went there again."

The days before were indeed bitter, but Bian Yunluo didn't care much anymore.

He has received a lot of goodwill and malice over the years, Bian Yunluo understands what he wants to do, and also knows what is unimportant to him

He had already found a suitable way of survival.

"You like it? Do you want me to invite the chef home?" Ying Zaizhou's words interrupted Bian Yunluo's memory, "Or invest in him and open a branch in the urban area?"

Hearing the sound, Bian Yunluo looked at Ying Zaizhou in surprise, and the glasses chain stuck to his side face, bringing a cold touch.

After a while, Bian Yunluo narrowed his eyes and smiled: "No, no need, some things can only be remembered as they are."

Ying Zaizhou's reaction made Bian Yunluo feel that it might be right to take the initiative to talk about these things.

Perhaps for Ying Zaizhou, his experience is too far away and he cannot empathize with him, but because of this, Ying Zaizhou's way of thinking and emotional feedback are completely different.

He said these words not to pour bitterness on him, nor to win sympathy, but simply to speak out the things that have been suppressed in his heart for these years.

Bian Yunluo liked Ying Zaizhou's reaction.

"Oh, is that so?" Ying Zaizhou nodded half-understanding, staring at Bian Yunluo foolishly.

His wife is so pretty, and even more so when she smiles.

However, in addition to further understanding of Bian Yunluo's beauty, Ying Zhou still felt sour in his heart.

Bian Yunluo's concerns are indeed justified, they really still lack understanding.

He only read about Bian Yunluo's difficult time raising children from the book, but he didn't understand the details at all.

But if this is the case, how can we get along well after marriage?

Under the different thoughts of the two, the subway also drove to the terminal.

Bian Yunluo led the way, Ying Zaizhou put his hands in his pockets and took half a step, and the two walked for more than ten minutes before arriving at the place Bian Yunluo was talking about.

It's only tens of kilometers away, but here and the bustling urban area are like two cities.

The street lights were on, and there weren't many people on the street, and the lights of the shops were also turned off in twos and threes, and it didn't look lively.

The scale of the small shop is smaller than Ying Zaizhou imagined, and it is located outside an old community.

The community is obviously old, the floors are not high, and it looks dilapidated, even worse than the house that Bian Yunluo lives in now.

There are only four small tables in the store, and there are four chairs on each table, and there is no one at this time.

When the two came in, the puppy doll hanging at the door made a "welcome" sound.

"Sorry, the door is about to close." A middle-aged woman poked her head out from the back kitchen, and after seeing Bian Yunluo's face, she showed a surprised expression, "Ah, it's Xiaoyun, long time no see, Didn't you move away with Mianmian?"

"Well, come and have a look today." Bian Yunluo looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it was almost ten o'clock, "I'll just sit down for a while and leave, Sister Song, don't worry about me."

"That's okay." Sister Song wiped her hands, and called out her husband with a smile, "Quickly, cook a few dishes, how is Mianmian doing now?"

When Yunluo was still living here a year ago, she would occasionally take care of her business, and she became acquainted after coming and going.

"Well, I'm already in kindergarten." Bian Yunluo took out his phone and showed her Mianmian's photo.

Sister Song brought two glasses of orange juice with a smile, "Oh, she's still so cute, and she's also very good now."

Sister Song's husband poked his head out from the back kitchen and asked her to come and help quickly. Sister Song wiped her hands, "I'll go and help first, you sit down, it will be ready soon."

Ying Zaizhou looked uncomfortable, Bian Yunluo took out two pieces of paper to help him wipe the table.

"It's like this in a small shop." The tables, chairs, benches, and walls seemed to have a greasy feeling due to the oily smoke, which probably was difficult for Yingzhou to get used to.

The dishes were cooked very quickly, and Sister Song walked out of the back kitchen with a plate: "Oh, come here, you always order stir-fried broccoli, baby vegetables in clear soup, and hot and sour potato shreds. The rice is also ready. Sheng yourself."

"Wait a minute, the salivating chicken and egg custard will be ready soon." Putting down a bunch of vegetarian dishes, Sister Song quickly returned to the back kitchen.

Bian Yunluo took out the bowls and chopsticks from the disinfection cabinet, found the rice cooker skillfully, filled two bowls of rice from it, and put one bowl in front of Ying Zaizhou: "Try it."

Ying Zaizhou held the chopsticks awkwardly. Although the chopsticks had been sterilized, he couldn't say anything when he thought that they were used by others.

But Bian Yunluo on the opposite side had already started eating, and he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

Ying Zaizhou's chopsticks reached for the shredded potatoes hesitantly. This was the only one with patterns on the plate among the three dishes.

"Just eat." Bian Yunluo imitated Ying Zaizhou's action, picked up potato shreds with chopsticks, put them on the rice, and signaled Ying Zaizhou to do the same.

Ying Zaizhou opened his mouth obediently, and ate a big mouthful of rice with shredded potatoes.

Looking at Bian Yunluo foolishly, his handsome face was bulged up, and the tall and tall man inexplicably had a silly and cute feeling.

It really can't compare to top-notch ingredients and meals cooked by outside chefs.

Ying Zaizhou chewed carefully, the crisp potato shreds mixed with hot and sour taste, and the wheat flavor of rice.

For some reason, Ying Zaizhou suddenly remembered the pork ribs that he ate at Bian Yunluo's house that day. If he got married, would Xiao O make it for him?

"It's quite delicious." Ying Zaizhou happily tried other dishes, and kept pushing the rice into his mouth.

"I lived in the country when I was a child." Bian Yunluo picked up a broccoli and put it in a bowl, "The conditions at home are not good, and this is what I often eat, of course not so much. During the Chinese New Year and birthday, my mother will give me One boiled egg with my sister."

As for the saliva chicken, the family did not have this requirement before, and it was specially ordered for Ying Zaizhou.

In fact, the village is not too poor, but my father is a gambler and idler, and the family has gradually become the poorest one in the village.

After my mother was sent to the hospital by my father, she was accidentally diagnosed with cancer. The person who cooked and supported the family became an older sister, and my father never came back.

He, who should have dropped out of school, was able to stay in school only after receiving funding.

"Drool chicken and egg custard are both good. Come, Xiaoyun, spoon." Sister Song went to the back kitchen to clean up after handing over the spoon, without disturbing the two of them, "Eat it."

Bian Yunluo dug a few spoonfuls of egg custard for Ying Zaizhou and mixed it into the rice, "My sister and I like this best."

Under Bian Yunluo's watchful eye, Ying Zaizhou, who was holding a small bowl, put the food into his mouth obediently.

This meal should not be said much in the state, but Bian Yunluo said a lot. It was past eleven o'clock when the two of them finished eating, and Bian Yunluo didn't have the nerve to sit down.

Ying Zaizhou settled the bill ahead of him, and the total was only sixty or seventy. He had never had such a cheap meal.

The couple also declined and hurriedly said no.

Bian Yunluo watched Sister Song and the others lock the door, "Let's go first, Sister Song."

"Hey, go home quickly, it's already so late." Sister Song smiled and waved at Bian Yunluo, "Come again when you're free."

"Okay." Bian Yunluo waved his hand, and He Ying Zaizhou turned and left.

There are fewer people on the street, vehicles speeding past from time to time, except for the 24-hour convenience store, all other shops are closed.

The temperature has also dropped a little bit, not as muggy as in the daytime, and occasionally a cool breeze blows.

The trees on the side of the street cast shadows under the illumination of the street lamps, and the two walked side by side, only the slight sound of footsteps could be heard.

At the beginning, the sound was still a bit messy, but at some point, the footsteps of the two gradually merged, and finally only one sound remained.

"Are you going to see the house tomorrow?" Ying Zaizhou asked softly.

Bian Yunluo was stunned for a moment, then remembered what Ying Zhou said in the afternoon: "You don't need to buy a new one, your house is already in good condition."

"Okay then, do you have any other habits besides liking these things?" Ying Zaizhou asked calmly, and he figured it out. What Xiao O and Secretary Li said were right. Know ahead of time.

Instead of asking other people on the sidelines, it is better to ask Bian Yunluo directly.

Being asked this question suddenly, Bian Yunluo really couldn't remember any special habits he had: "Well, sometimes I go for a walk in the morning."

"Then I'll accompany you." Ying Zaizhou replied immediately, and companionship is also very important in the process of understanding, "You are going to go out of the stall tomorrow, and I will go with you too."

He has asked Secretary Li to buy the ingredients and tools. Since Bian Yunluo wants to continue working, he will help Xiao O to grow from small to big!

Bian Yunluo's footsteps were slightly sluggish, and he almost forgot that in Ying Zaizhou's script, he was still a poor little man who made a living by setting up a stall.

How to prevaricate?Ms. Fang asked him to cooperate as much as possible.

"You can't miss your job, so let's forget it. I'll go by myself." Teach well first, and wait for two days before finding other reasons.

Ying Zaizhou's little wife's thoughtfulness brought tears to his eyes. It stands to reason that he should be like the book. He only knows how to fall in love every day. But the more he goes to work, the more he feels wrong. Why should he be involved in the company's big and small affairs make a decision.

This overlord is extremely aggrieved!The lifeline of the global economy is more or less difficult to grasp.

"Since you love me so much, then I will reluctantly accompany you to set up a stall at the gate of the university on the weekend." Then listen to Bian Yunluo, the best thing to do is to check the market of food stalls outside the university first.

Bian Yunluo nodded because he was free on weekends and could cooperate with Yingzhou's performance.

"Today, cough cough." Ying Zaizhou looked into the distance, as if he was a little ashamed to speak, "Are you caring for me today?"

intimate?Does it mean asking him to take the bus, but he couldn't swipe his card?Or to accompany him to a small fried shop.

Let's be considerate, "Yeah." Bian Yunluo smiled and kicked the stone under his feet.

The corners of Ying Zaizhou's lips turned up in an instant, very good, as expected, as long as he thought about it, there was nothing he couldn't do, it was just a small matter of caring, in this case, he could also specially allow Bian Yunluo to sleep with him tonight.

"It's getting late, let the driver pick us up." Ying Zhouzhou finished the phone call, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the hand away from Bian Yunluo quietly grabbed his expensive suit pants, "Tonight, I allow you Sleep with me."

Without giving Bian Yunluo a chance to refuse, Ying Zaizhou stroked the broken hair on his forehead and sighed: "Of course it's only for this night. You will have to go to your own room tomorrow. After all, we are not married yet."