[Bottle Evil] 2015 is the right time to get married

After I said this, I stopped looking at the oil bottle, and took the bowl and chopsticks to the kitchen. My movements were very loud, and the plate collided with the bowl to make a crisp sound.

I almost regretted it when I turned around. This was probably the first time I talked to Poker Fing in that tone. I don’t know what happened. Just now I felt that Poker Finger made me helpless. I would do anything he did. I can tolerate him, but now he can easily poke my sore spots, making it difficult for me to maintain even the superficial peace.

Boyouping can definitely feel that I am not in the right mood. I rinsed the bowl in a dispirited manner, but he did not follow in, so the warm atmosphere of cooking just now is completely gone in the kitchen. The sky outside the window will be dark, but the sunset has completely disappeared Withdrew.

I sighed, quickly finished washing the dishes, wrung out the rag and went out. The Poker Bottle was no longer here, and I probably went back to the room.I wiped the table sullenly, and it was too late to take back the water that was spilled when I said it. I thought, although the tone of what I said just now was a bit cold, the content was true, and I really couldn’t pick out the photo. It's better to just let Poker Bottle choose a few suitable ones at random.

Really, if I had known that taking wedding photos would be so troublesome, I would not mention it, so as to save it from being difficult to finish now.I scratched my hair irritably, and then thought that I planned to get the certificate as soon as Pokerfing came back, and I was thinking of giving him a surprise marriage proposal at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, but today I was delayed for a day and nothing was done, and Pokerfing was ahead of schedule. When I came back, my plan was disrupted. I didn’t choose the ring or the flowers to put in the trunk. I promised to propose and now I haven’t prepared anything. When the fat man comes tomorrow, I don’t know how to explain it.Is there still time to arrange tomorrow?Is that all?Or talk about it next time?Otherwise, wait for the fat man to come, and then see if the two of us can arrange a marriage proposal in the morning without telling my little brother...

In the past few days, I have been busy running around. In the end, I don’t know what I have done, and the plan has not been completed at all. Maybe the only thing I have gained is the single photo of Poor Oil Bottle. The fake wedding photo makes me upset. Only Zhang Qiling's unique and beautiful photo album is still exciting.

I felt a little bit brighter, and then I thought that Poker Ping didn't seem to care about this at all. Fortunately, I specially designed the cover of the album two nights ago. The two covers I chose were taken by myself. One is The Nanga Bawa photographed with Lao Gao and the others back then was the green hills beyond the West Lake.

When he came back, the snow would have melted.I smiled wryly, and I understood in my heart that such a euphemistic meaning would probably never be known to Poker.

After I tidied up the kitchen and table, and went back to the room, Poker-Face had already browsed the pictures on my computer, and it was only then that I realized that the relationship between Poker-Face and I had become so familiar. From time to time, I also need to use the computer for communication at home, and I have spontaneously memorized my social account passwords, and downloading files from my mailbox is a matter of familiarity.

Standing behind him, I looked helplessly at Poyou Ping and took a quick look at the photos, then turned to me and said, "All of them can be put in the photo album."

I:"……"

I only picked his single photos, let Poker choose more than me, put hundreds of photos in, how many albums are there?Do ten books?

Poker-Face looked at me, saw that I was silent, and explained to me: "About ten books are not many," he told me in an orderly manner, "There are two books here in Hangzhou, and your parents and second uncle's house also have two books." I need one or two copies, grandma should also want to see your wedding photos," Poker bottle said, "we will go to Yu Village after marriage, and we will bring at least two copies with us. It must be enough."

For a moment I thought it made sense!Immediately, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with the ten sets of wedding photos. I just felt that the 2 yuan red envelope I gave Lao Gaosai was still a little short. When I confirmed that I wanted more than a dozen sets of photos, I would transfer money to him...

That's good, and it saves you from picking and choosing. I don't know that Poker Ping needs so many photos to put in every home. Do you think that this will make others think that we are really married?I said to him, "You can do it as you see fit, but you can get rid of one group."

I leaned over and swipe the thumbnails on the computer to the ones where Poker Face is hugging me and about to kiss, and told him: "Don't want these few pictures."

Poker bottle sat on the chair and raised his head, looked at me with a very sharp look, and asked, "Why?"

I couldn't answer directly, so I could only tell him: "It's just a wedding ceremony, hundreds of photos are enough, these few... are not suitable."

Poker bottle frowned, his expression was very bad: "What is inappropriate?"

I saw how he insisted on asking, and felt more and more unreasonable: "It was not suitable at all. Lao Gao didn't know that we were married in a fake way, so he asked us to take pictures like that. Those few photos were stiff and looked fake. I don't care Need photos like this to put in an album!"

Poker-Face stood up abruptly, and the chair legs scraped against the floor making an uncomfortable sound. He took a step closer to me. Pressing down on me, he asked in a calm voice: "Is it fake when you look at it?"

I leaned my back on the table, my mind went blank. At this moment, I was thinking about the dream in the morning. In the dream, he was so close to me, as if he was going to kiss me in the next second...

I closed my eyes, and felt that I was really in a mess, and I couldn't understand what Poker-Face was trying to force me into. I was willing to get married if he wanted to, even if I said I was entangled, but I really didn't want to see those pictures The photo, which was taken by Poker Ping with great difficulty, is actually put in the photo album where everyone can see it, and it becomes another proof of our physical marriage!What is even more difficult to say is that I feel selfishly unable to control the level of intimacy with him then and now.

I glanced away to look at the photos on the computer, took off my strength and said to him: "Brother," I said, "It's just for joy, there's no need to do this step."

I didn't look at him, so I didn't know what Pokerfing's reaction was. I just felt that the force confining me was much weaker. I opened my lips in Yu Guangjian, as if I wanted to say something more. At this moment, my The phone rang in my trouser pocket.

I fumbled for my pocket, blocked the bottle of oil with my arm, turned sideways to escape from between him and the table, strode out of the room, and secretly lamented that the call came at the right time, and it really saved my life. In the midst of fire and water.

I opened it and saw that the caller ID was my dad, so I picked it up and asked him what's the matter.My father said that his friend in the nursery contacted him and said that he had prepared two cypress trees that were "good for a hundred years" for me, but no one came to pick them up today, so he asked if he would send someone to deliver them to me.

I just said that today's schedule has changed, I'm busy with other things, my brother came back early, so I took him to apply for an account first.

I just came here with Poker Finger, I really didn't want to say anything more, so I hung up without saying a few words, and walked back two steps, the door of the room was ajar, and Poker Face was still leaning against the edge of the desk , it seems that even the posture has not changed.

I pushed open the door, and felt some resistance in my heart. It was really hard to imagine, in such an atmosphere, how could I share the same bed with Poker Fever today?It was only then that I thought about this unavoidable problem. My shop only has this one bed. Pretend to lie beside him as if nothing had happened, just like it is difficult for me to handle various matters of marriage calmly.Once I know and admit that I like it, many things will be different from the past. It’s hard enough to be called brother and brother while having a crush on him. I’m going to fake a marriage with him. For me who’s in my 30s and I haven’t even talked about love. Speaking of it, it is really a hell-level difficulty mode.

"Brother," I stood at the door without going in, and said to him, "My dad called me just now and said that there is something I need to go back to deal with right away. I'm going back there now."

Poker-Face took two steps towards the door: "Are you in a hurry?" He asked, his tone was no longer as forceful as before, "I'll be with you..."

I quickly interrupted him: "No, no, no, I'll just go there by myself, it's nothing important." I waved my hand while talking, touching the handrail of the stairs, "I won't be back tonight, brother, see you tomorrow."

I turned around and rushed down the stairs, not daring to wait for his answer, and drove back to my parents as if fleeing.