Sometimes, happiness came so suddenly. It caught people off guard and made their jaws tilt.
According to statistics, Xiao Zheng had proposed to take a bath together more than a hundred times. Even the terrible request of having a round was no less than fifty times. But most of the time, when Lin Huayin was in a good state of mind, she would usually keep quiet or roll her eyes at Xiao Zheng. And on rare occasions, when Lin Huayin was under a lot of pressure from work or in a bad mood, she would give Xiao Zheng a counterattack that he did not expect. It made him disheartened and sad.
However. Even if you beat him to death, Brother Ah Zheng would never have imagined that just a moment ago, after he had fiercely inhaled countless mouthfuls of fake cigarettes, he had made this request without any illusions in his heart. He had actually received the approval of the cold lady, Old Lin.
Honestly, according to Xiao Zheng's observation, Old Lin did not even hesitate. Just like her usual working attitude, she agreed without hesitation.
Xiao Zheng panicked.
And also messed up.
At the same time, deep in his heart, he was secretly delighted, inflated, and proud of looking down on the world.
After taking a few more puffs of the fake cigarette, Xiao Zheng raised his eyes and said with a firm and confused look, "I said, take a bath together."
"I'm not deaf," Lin Huayin put away the junk in the living room and put the suit and long skirt away in an orderly manner. Then she stood up and said. "You decide the time."
After saying that, she went straight upstairs. She no longer tangled with the uneasy Xiao Zheng about this matter.
"Hahaha!"
Lying on the sofa, Xiao Zheng laughed so hard that his face was distorted. His eyes were shining like two bright stars. Two rows of big teeth were exposed, like a weasel who had succeeded in his evil plan. It was indescribably wretched.
But soon, Xiao Zheng, who had never taken a bath together, fell into endless fantasies and was in a dilemma.
This bath together, apart from the literal understanding that it was a bath between a man and a woman, what other substantive actions should there be?
Wash my hair? Scrub my back? Then apply the shower gel with a towel and finally rinse my body with the shower?
No!
This was definitely not the Mandarin Duck Bath in Xiao Zheng's mind. At the very least, there should be some interaction in the Mandarin Duck Bath.
For example, rubbing Elder Lin's back, or using Xiao Zheng's rough hands to apply the shower gel on Elder Lin. After all, the invention of the bath towel was only for the bather user. Using this thing to bathe the opposite sex was obviously not very humane. It was also quite unfamiliar. It was the opposite of the invention of the term 'couples bath'.
Xiao Zheng sat on the sofa and let his imagination run wild. He thought of many unimaginable interactions in the bathroom, then suppressed some of the overly intense thoughts and cut off some of the thoughts of excessive body movements. The rest were the actions that Xiao Zheng felt were consistent with the concept of a couple taking a bath together.
For example, chest push, or butt push.
"En!" Xiao Zheng jumped up with his hands on his waist and said with the electronic cigarette in his mouth. "It's decided then! Cook! "
At three o 'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Zheng began his joyful and fulfilling preparations. First, he prepared the ingredients for five dishes and made a big pot of bone soup. Finally, he prepared a milk pudding that took a lot of effort but was definitely suitable for Lin Huayin's taste as a dessert. Then, he hummed a tune and cooked a sumptuous dinner.
While he was cooking, Xiao Zheng received no less than ten phone calls. Some were congratulatory calls from his subordinates and employees, and some were strange advertisements. The only useful one was Tang Ming inviting him to a nightclub on Chinese New Year's Eve.
"I'm not going." Xiao Zheng's lips curled up into a cold smile. "I've already made arrangements."
Could the people at the nightclub be compared to Old Lin?
Which one of them could compare to Old Lin in terms of body, temperament, or appearance?
Xiao Zheng firmly rejected Tang Ming's invitation and focused on cooking dinner.
At six o 'clock in the evening, Xiao Zheng, who had finished cooking a table full of dinner, went upstairs to call Lin Huayin for dinner. Just as he barged into the room, he saw Lin Huayin closing her notebook in a panic.
"What are you looking at?" Xiao Zheng asked casually. She was still holding a spatula in her hand.
Lin Huayin's expression was indifferent, but a strange look flashed in the depths of her beautiful eyes. "Nothing. Let's eat. "
After saying that, she walked around Xiao Zheng's muscular chest and went downstairs.
"So mysterious." Xiao Zheng pursed his lips. He did not dare to pry into Lin Huayin's privacy, so he turned around and followed her downstairs.
They would be flying to America the next morning. Tonight's dinner would be considered a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at Mingzhu. There were not many people, just a couple. The dinner was not cooked by Lin Huayin, but by Xiao Zheng, who was in high spirits. It was to celebrate the Chinese New Year, and also to celebrate Lin Huayin's relenting. Xiao Zheng opened a bottle of red wine and personally filled Lin Huayin's glass. Then, he raised his glass and said, "Shredded — —"
Lin Huayin knew that Xiao Zheng would only speak with a strong local accent when he was in a good mood. As for his own spoken language, it was quite authentic and authentic.
After all, with an authentic British guy like Ma Choi Jun as his teacher, how could Xiao Zheng, who was quite talented in languages, learn wrong?
After drinking a mouthful of red wine, the two of them ate dinner in silence. Unlike usual, they would discuss from time to time. Regardless of whether it was private or private, there would always be topics to talk about. After spending more than a year together, Lin Huayin was also used to the talkative Xiao Zheng. He would not be silent when asked.
"Thank you for the suit," Xiao Zheng said insincerely. "I like it very much."
When Lin Huayin first came home, Xiao Zheng did not have the slightest bit of love on his face. There was only disgust and rejection of electronic cigarettes. Now that he had taken advantage of her, he was naturally glib-tongued and said whatever was pleasing to the ear. It was extremely hypocritical.
"It's good that you like it." Lin Huayin ate a vegetable and said calmly.
Obviously, Lin Huayin had no desire to talk tonight. He didn't even have the mood to look Xiao Zheng in the eye. She buried her head in the sumptuous dinner made by Xiao Zheng, but it tasted like wax and she could not tell whether it was salty or tasteless.
Soon, Lin Huayin finished the rice in her bowl. She did not even have time to taste the milk pudding cooked by Xiao Zheng and hurried back to the room. It was as if she could not get along with Xiao Zheng for a second.
That's right — if she gave such a promise, she could still be as cold as a mountain and have a strong aura. That would be too inhuman, too infeminine —
Xiao Zheng did not care about Lin Huayin's feminine little action at all. Because he knew why Lin Huayin became like this. He preferred Lin Huayin, who dodged and ran away.
She always stared at him, which made his hair stand on end and made him shiver all over. She did not have any unique charm of a woman at all.
After eating and drinking.
Xiao Zheng calmly washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, and then took off his apron. He wiped away the sinister smile on his face and climbed to the second floor with a straight face.
Opening a new chapter in his life …
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