The love that started when I picked up Mikey

Mikey and I almost got into an argument halfway.

The reason was that he was driving too fast. In order to protect his snacks, I sat face to face with him. Once I braked suddenly, I would fall backwards and hit my back on the dashboard.

For this, Mikey understated: "That's why I told you to hold my waist tightly."

I did.

Then I was safe, his jelly was squeezed out of two packs, and he lost his smile.

Although I firmly remember the point of not arguing, I still can't help but hint: "Mr. Draken is very stable on a motorcycle."

I tried to make him roll up and try to improve his driving, but Mikey actually stuffed soda into the refrigerator and said, "Oh, then don't ride in my car next time."

Listen, isn't this just looking for a fight?

"If you don't sit, don't sit! I'll buy one myself. It's bigger and better than yours!"

I did what I said, and when I was in the bath, I started browsing the model of locomotives on the Internet.

I have absolutely no idea what is good.

It's okay to pick the most expensive one, but it will make me look like a nouveau riche.

There was an unfamiliar email in my phone that I received two hours ago, and I clicked on it.

[Little counselor, did you get home safely? 】

With his toes, he knew it was that bastard Hui Gulan.

I replied to him provocatively: [Big coward, your sister is already home! 】

Three seconds later, Hui Gulan called.

Help!I'm still taking a bath!

I quickly clicked decline.

After Hui Gulan failed to get through, she didn't insist anymore, and only sent a hamster eating melon emoji.

I suddenly remembered that he is also a bosozoku, and he is very fashionable and loves to dress up, so he should know a lot about motorcycles.

So I emailed him again: [Mr. Huigu, do you have any recommended motorcycle model? 】

Hui Gulan: 【Who rides? 】

Me: [Naturally it’s me. 】

Hui Gulan sent an unflattering reply: [You can't ride a motorcycle with short legs, you'll cry if you don't get off. 】

hateful!Where am I with short legs!I'm as tall as Mikey, can he ride and can't I?

Before I had time to scold Hui Gulan, he sent another cool photo of the motorcycle.

If you ignore the evil double-twist young man in the car, I quite like this car.

Secretly saved and searched for the same paragraph.

Hui Gulan: [I'll let you sit in my car, if your legs can't reach, I can hug you up. 】

hum.

This person is definitely uneasy and kind, probably the kind of guy who tricks people into the car and then drives like crazy.

I still need to find a reliable person to recommend.

Thinking of this, my eyes fell on the sink in the bathroom.

Where the white mouthwash cup was placed, there was an extra black mouthwash cup—that was the one Mikey had just picked out.Next to it is his razor and aftershave.

My parents have been in France all the year round, and Ruo Gong's family is big. I have never had the experience of putting personal items together like this with anyone, so I can't help feeling a little strange.

But living together has created more conflicts than I imagined.

Mikey is lazy.

He got up very early, but he didn't make breakfast or comb his hair. He slouched on the sofa and read comics.

Seeing me getting up, he opened his mouth and said, "Where's the meal?"

"Huh?" I let out a loud breath, "You didn't say good morning to me first, and you begged for food?"

"Good morning, how about dinner?"

As expected of Mikey, he changed his mind so quickly.I rubbed his messy blond hair: "Hey, I'll cook something delicious for you."

Usually when there is no delivery service or Amuro Toru's feeding, I will solve the problem of eating by myself.

Basically a baguette with cheese and a can of black coffee.

Mikey looked at the breakfast I made in 1 minute, his face turned green: "You just give me this?"

I took a sip of my coffee and asked, "So what would you like to eat?"

"Fully cooked omelette, delicious grilled fish, miso soup, and flower sausages..." Mikey finished his dream breakfast and looked at me expectantly, "Girls from other families are all He is very good at cooking, and we can't lose Yuzubao, can we?"

Dude, he still wants to fuck me.

"I can't cook," I spread my hands. "You either eat baguette cheese or snacks. There are cakes in the refrigerator and potato chips in the cabinet."

As a snack harvester, I thought Mikey would be happy to eat snacks for breakfast, but he pouted in displeasure.

"How can you start eating snacks after breakfast?"

I gnawed on the baguette and said, "Is it enough if you are full? The things you mentioned are all made by your mother usually."

Mikey didn't say a word, followed my example, picked up the cut baguette, put some cheese in his mouth, and put it in his mouth.

"vomit--"

He just spit it out.

"What is this?"

I speculated: "Maybe you are not used to natural cheese, why don't you eat instant noodles."

"..."

Mikey didn't eat instant noodles either, and lay back on the sofa directly, continuing to read comics.

After breakfast, I looked around the mess and decided to assign chores.

"Mikey, since you moved in with me, you have to take part in the housework, I can't do it alone."

Mikey twitched his ears, but ignored me.

"If you don't speak, I will take it as agreement."

"..."

"First of all, in terms of eating, you are in charge of cooking, and I am in charge of washing dishes."

Mikey finally said, "I can't cook either."

"Okay." I nodded, "Then I will be in charge of cooking, and you will be in charge of washing dishes."

Mikey glanced at the baguette cheese on the table and frowned: "Don't tell me I'll eat this for breakfast from now on."

"of course not."

Before Mikey could heave a sigh of relief, I said again: "I also eat this for lunch and dinner, but I will pair it with different cheeses."

It's all Mikey's thunder.

He struggled for a moment, then slowly said: "Then I will be in charge of cooking, you can wash the dishes."

"Deal!" Anyway, there is a dishwasher for washing dishes.

I continued to divide the housework: "I'm in charge of opening the windows to let the bright sunshine and fresh air fill the bedroom, and start a new day. Mikey is much simpler, just need to clean the windows, clean the table and clean the floor——"

"Wait a moment."

Mikey interrupted me, "Although your foreshadowing is very long, it's just a matter of opening the window."

Oops, he actually saw through my intention to be lazy!

"You're too cunning," he waved his hand, "unreasonable, redistribute."

"But Mikey," I said, walking towards him, walking up to him, leaning over him, "how can you be a considerate husband if you don't exercise?"

"...Husband?" Mikey's mouth twitched, "Why do you always think about things so long in the future?"

"How long has it been?" I curled my lips, "Have you already?"

"No." Mikey said, "There are still ten days."

"Hey, is it your birthday in more than ten days? This is a big event, and we will celebrate it properly."

"Ah."

After getting an affirmative answer, I went on to fool him: "In Japan, a boy can submit a marriage application with the consent of his parents when he reaches his age, so you have to realize that you are not young anymore and can stand alone. You have to get used to it. Otherwise, how will you take care of your wife when she becomes pregnant and has a baby?"

Although these things have nothing to do with me, it does not prevent me from using them to motivate Mikey to be a good man.

"Hey, we've only been together for two days, so there's no need to talk about those things now." Mikey's expression suddenly became weird, "...you don't think you've chosen all the children's names."

This is said, as if I want to live with him for the rest of my life.

No, it's definitely Mikey's voice, he has a hard time controlling his feelings for me under the influence of chocolate.

Anyway, it's only this month, let's cooperate with him.

"That's for sure." I pinched Mikey's cheek, "We will have a lovely child in the future, who looks like me, has a personality like me, and a mind like me, and his name is Shinichiro."

There is suspicion of carrying private goods here, but I can't think of a better name than "Shinichiro".

Mikey nearly fell off the couch.

"No!" He refused without thinking, "You can't call it that name, you can choose another one."

"I won't take it, you can take it yourself." Anyway, I don't need it, but he can use his child. "It looks like you are very good at naming people."

The ghost also knew that this was a polite remark, but Mikey was stunned: "That's right, I'm a genius at naming names, and my teammates all praised me for choosing a good name."

"What about the companion?"

Mikey stopped laughing, and changed the subject: "Have you finished dividing the housework?"

"Almost," I counted with my fingers, "I'm in charge of being cute, Mikey is in charge of doing the laundry, I'm in charge of being pretty, and Mikey is in charge of cleaning the toilet..."

"I found that you are a person who can push an inch." Mikey looked a little toothache, "Who is used to it?"

With a pop, I kissed him on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark.

"You're used to it."

Lipstick stains seemed to turn his face red, and Mikey rolled over, facing the inside of the sofa.

"Kiss again..." he whispered, "Girls from other people's families are not so clingy, they are so clingy in just two days, don't they want to go to heaven..."

I thought it was kind of funny the way he was talking to himself, and scratched his hair.

"I'll be in charge of braiding Mikey's hair from now on."

An hour later, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and saw Santu standing at the door with big bags and small bags of ingredients.

As soon as he saw me, he couldn't wait to criticize: "As Mikey's woman, she can't even cook his favorite fried eggs and omelet rice. It's really useless to make my man hungry."

And in the living room, with a freshly baked dreadlock, Mikey, whose appearance has suffered a decline, is also unlovable: "Baby Yuzu, what else can I expect from you?"

The author says:

Yuzu and Mikey, two lazy kings meet on a narrow road.