As she spoke, Shen Yizhou also exerted force on her feet and rubbed her instep.
Xia Qingyuan glared at him.
Since he couldn't pull it out, he stepped on the other foot underneath him.
But Shen Yizhou didn't show any signs of pain, and Xia Qingyuan couldn't help but feel discouraged.
She took advantage of Lin Dongxiu and Shen Yilin not looking this way, took a look at a hair on Shen Yizhou's leg, and pulled it.
Then, a thick leg hair fell on Xia Qingyuan's fingertips.
Shen Yizhou was in pain and grinned, but did not make a sound.
Xia Qingyuan didn't expect that she would be able to pull it off so easily.
During this period of time when she was working every day, she seemed to forget that she was much stronger than before.
She raised her leg hair and hooked her hand at him.
Shen Yizhou looked at Xia Qingyuan helplessly, while rubbing the area where she had pulled out, he moved closer.
Xia Qingyuan said: "Shen Yizhou, your hair has started to fall out at such a young age.
After two years, will you become a bald old man?"
She has met Mr. Shen, and so has Shen Xing. He is very old, but his hair is still considerable.
Therefore, Shen Yizhou and Shen Yilin will definitely not be bald in the future.
She said this just to make her laugh.
At this moment, Shen Yilin, who was watching TV, turned over and asked, "What old man are you talking about?"
Shen Yizhou glanced at Xia Qingyuan and smiled meaningfully: "It's okay, your sister-in-law is saying that she saw an old man today."
Shen Yilin believed it to be true and turned his attention back to the TV.
Shen Yizhou's hand fell on Xia Qingyuan's knee.
The smooth touch on it made him couldn't help but rub it with his fingertips a few more times.
There was a smile on his lips: "Don't you know if I have too much?"
Since last night, Shen Yizhou would call her wife from time to time.
This also reminded her of the madness last night.
Xia Qingyuan couldn't tell for a moment whether Shen Yizhou meant it on the surface or if he meant something else.
Uncontrollably, she thought of another meaning.
Her cheeks turned red uncontrollably.
Shen Yizhou continued: "I originally thought you would be very tired today.
But judging from your performance just now, you are still very powerful."
When he said this, he always spoke slowly and calmly, as if he was talking about the most common topic.
Xia Qingyuan sat opposite him and naturally saw the burning heat in his eyes.
She suddenly didn't dare to look at him, and her calves were shaking.
Lin Dongxiu, who was watching TV with Shen Yilin, turned around and said, "No, Qingyuan's body looks much better than before.
She was riding a tricycle carrying Yilin and me, and she didn't even pant."
Xia Qingyuan: "..."
She was still holding the leg hair in her hand, and it suddenly felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.
As soon as you let go, it fell to the water and floated on it.
The smile on Shen Yizhou's face deepened and he looked at her: "Yeah, I think so too."
He continued: "It seems that there are some things that I can discuss with you tonight."
Lin Dongxiu continued to blow her daughter-in-law's rainbow fart: "Okay, Qingyuan knows a lot."
When Xia Qingyuan was teaching Shen Yilin and the others, she was also working and listening at the same time. She felt that what she taught was hundreds of times better than the teachers in the countryside.
She smiled at Xia Qingyuan again and said, "Really, Qingyuan?"
Xia Qingyuan could only say "hehe" twice to Lin Dongxiu as an answer.
She patted the hand she had just touched.
Let your hands be in debt!
Just when Xia Qingyuan waited cautiously until the last person took a shower and opened the door, she found that Shen Yizhou had fallen asleep.
He was sitting on the bed, next to the table was a pile of documents.
Even when he fell asleep, he still had a report in his hand.
Xia Qingyuan walked over and gently took the report out of his hand.
She looked at Shen Yizhou who was already asleep, with a tired look on her face.
Xia Qingyuan couldn't help but laugh.
Even though he was at the end of his rope, he still had to tease her.
Another nosebleed, another night of fighting, then store opening, city hall work, etc.
While she was resting, he had done everything for her.
Therefore, even if you have a strong body, you will still be tired.
She helped Shen Yizhou lie down and let him rest on the pillow.
While tucking him in, Shen Yizhou slowly woke up.
His eyes were still hazy, and he smiled when he saw Xia Qingyuan.
He said: "Are you here?"
His voice was a little hoarse, as if he had just woken up.
Xia Qingyuan nodded: "Yes."
As if coaxing a child, she patted his forehead: "Go to sleep."
Shen Yizhou also said "hmm" and then fell asleep.
Seeing that he was asleep, Xia Qingyuan exhaled.
Fortunately, she escaped.
*
Two days ago, Lin Dongxiu and I went to touch the snails in the river, and almost all the sediment was spit out.
She wanted to do it differently this time.
Xia Qingyuan took a look at the pickled bamboo shoots she had soaked before.
As soon as she opened it, a sour and spicy smell hit her nostrils, and Xia Qingyuan swallowed her saliva on the spot.
She brought a pair of clean chopsticks and took out a piece.
The originally white sour bamboo shoots have been soaked through now, and their volume has shrunk a bit compared to before.
Xia Qingyuan put the sour bamboo shoots into a bowl, tore a little off with her hands and put it in her mouth.
The bamboo shoots and jar water are fully fermented, and the taste is sour and spicy, with a hint of sweetness. Xia Qingyuan loves this taste to death.
Cooking snails with sour bamboo shoots should taste very good.
With this in mind, Xia Qingyuan packed the washed snails and some pickled bamboo shoots and took them to the shop.
There is still a fixed study time every day, and then we start working.
When Ah Xiang and Xia Qingyuan were standing in front of the store chatting, a fashionably dressed woman happened to walk by.
Seeing Xia Qingyuan's eyes following the woman, Axiang asked, "Sister Xia, do you like what she is wearing?"
Xia Qingyuan shook her head: "It doesn't matter, I just think her dress is more fashionable."
She turned her eyes: "What do you think of her body?"
A Xiang pondered: "But, I think if she changes from wide-leg jeans to light-colored slim pants, the effect may be better.
Or, it's okay if she changes her clothes to white, but she's not suitable for colors that are too dark."
The woman who just walked over was wearing a maroon top with bat sleeves and dark wide-leg jeans.
In fact, there is no big problem with matching like this. It’s just that the woman’s skin is darker, so the combination doesn’t look that good.
Regarding Axiang's evaluation, Xia Qingyuan's eyes flashed with appreciation.
She said: "Axiang, do you like clothes?"
Afraid that she wouldn't understand, Xia Qingyuan changed her explanation: "It's just clothes, all kinds of clothes."
Axiang nodded: "I like it.
When I was little, I loved painting clothes for dolls."
Xia Qingyuan's heart moved: "Axiang, sell clothes to me from now on."