Zhong Yumo looked at me with some doubts, then smiled and said: "Fool, don't think too much, let's go down to have dinner."
"What? Dinner? How come it's so fast?!" I was depressed, why did I feel like I hadn't eaten lunch for a long time.
"It's so fast! It's almost eight o'clock!" Zhong Yumo knocked my head funnyly.
"Eight...eight o'clock! No way! Could it be..." I looked at him with wide eyes, and he nodded and said, "You have slept for seven hours."
"Ah? How could I sleep for so long!"
"How do I know? You couldn't get up when you fell asleep. I called you several times during this period, but you slept like a dead pig! You were still talking nonsense, and I couldn't understand it! It turns out that my wife is a pig.
Yes..."
I glared at him, but he laughed wildly: "Hey, Zhong Yumo, are you still laughing?! Is it that funny? I don't know why I slept so deeply! Maybe... it's because this bed is so comfortable
Because of…”
"Even so...you don't still want to sleep, do you?"
"Impossible! I'm hungry! I want to eat!" Blushing, I hurriedly got out of bed, threw Zhong Yumo on the bed, and went downstairs alone.
"Honey, eat slowly. Is it necessary to devour it so voraciously? No one is competing with you!" Zhong Yumo looked at my really unseemly eating appearance and frowned in amusement.
"Yeah, I know. I'm just so hungry, and it's so delicious. Let me eat more."
"But is it necessary to rush like this?! Do you know that your eating habits really make me unable to compliment you?"
I paused, swallowed the food in my mouth, raised my head and glared: "Then don't look at me!"
He stopped talking, glanced at me, and started eating. Suddenly I remembered something, and I asked, "What are we going to do tonight?"
He looked up and asked: "What do you do?"
"Should we just finish eating like this, then go to bed, and then eat after sleeping?"
"Then where do you want to go?" he asked me.
I rolled my eyes and said angrily: "Forget it, then I will continue to sleep, preferably until October 8th!"
Turning my head away, I seemed to feel his eyes sweeping over me, then moved away and continued to eat his food. Damn Zhong Yumo! Is this how we have to live on National Day? It’s really boring!
Others can travel and play everywhere, but why do I have to be "imprisoned" in this place! It's so boring! Doesn't Zhong Yumo know how to think of some ideas? Is this how he spends the National Day?
Why am I so miserable! A good eleven should go out and have a good time, but I have to stay with him in a big house! God! I am almost suffocated!
After dinner in silence, I went back to the room in a dull mood. Lying on the bed, I thought to myself, am I going to sleep now after dinner? It’s so boring! If so, I will definitely turn into a pig! I don’t want it! I thought.
I got up and tried to find something to do. But there wasn’t even a TV or computer in Zhong Yumo’s room! The whole room seemed as if no one lived in it, with almost nothing, and it was very clean! He was really a
Weird! Does he have some mysophobia...
I couldn't help but tremble, sweating, does he really have mysophobia... No! I don't want to stay at home! Since he doesn't go out with me, then I will go out by myself!
I paced back and forth in front of the room door, and decided to go downstairs to find him, otherwise I would be bored here for seven days and I would get sick!
"Zhong Yumo!" When he came downstairs, he was nowhere to be seen, "Zhong Yumo!"
I shouted several times in succession, but there was still no reply. I looked around the kitchen, hall, and everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. Depressing! Why did he mysteriously disappear again?
Could it be that...he secretly went out on his own?! No way! Is that really the case! Damn guy, left me behind and went out by himself? What are you doing? Picking up girls?
Huh! That pervert! If he really goes out on his own, what should I do? There’s no way I can look after him here! Uh, I don’t want it! He can go out to pick up girls, why can’t I go out to pick up handsome guys? Yes
Ah! I don’t want to look after his house here! I also want to go out and have a good time!
Strange, why did I suddenly feel a little cold... I looked around the hall, and suddenly my eyes were fixed. Huh? Why is that door open?
I squinted my eyes and saw that the glass door at the end of the hall had been opened wide at some point, and the light beige curtains were fluttering. It turned out that the wind was blowing, no wonder I felt a little chilly. But then again, the door was open.
What are you doing so big? I remember the door was still closed just now...
Could it be...are you hinting at me? (You are so smart, you really have a high IQ...)
What is there outside the door? Is it Zhong Yumo? The sense of mystery is getting stronger and stronger, and a strong desire for knowledge tells me that I must go and take a look. Because there is something waiting for me...
After thinking about it, I picked up my steps and walked towards the door. It was night outside, the moonlight was hazy, and everything felt very mysterious.
When I walked out of the glass door, I saw a wide beach with the sea in the distance. The cool sea breeze blew from the sea and touched my face, giving me a slight chill, and the sound of rolling waves also came in waves.
Looking around, there is still the boundless sea. Strange, where is Zhong Yumo?... Shouldn't he be here? But why is there nothing here, just a beach! Then where did he go? If he is not here
Well, why is the door open again...
Could it be... another ghost... The bad thought came up again, and I immediately gave up on this ghost idea. There was no ghost! He must be up to something mysterious!
I took another step forward, and suddenly, I felt a slightly dazzling light shining on my face from the side. I turned my head, and sure enough, there was a light flashing faintly not far away. It seemed like...candlelight!
Wow! Really, there seemed to be a table with candles on it. Because there was something transparent covering it, it was not blown out by the wind. Beside the table, two armchairs stood quietly.
I stared blankly, my steps started to move, and there was an impulse that made me walk towards the table.
When I came to the table, what I saw in front of me became clearer. On the elegant white table, a small but extremely delicate and bright candle stood in the middle of the round table.
All of this seems to have been prepared by someone in advance, but who is it? Could it be him...
Without allowing me to think too much, I felt someone hugging my waist. It was those hands, familiar hands, that would always appear when I was in doubt, confirming my thoughts.
"Yu Mo..." A kind of happiness surrounded me delicately, and I couldn't help but say softly, "Did you prepare these?"
"Well..." An all-too-familiar voice sounded softly above my head.
"Then when you disappeared just now, you came to prepare these for me, just to give me such a surprise?"
"Hmm... do you like it?" I nodded heavily. I was already moved, and tears were already welling up in my eyes. He turned me over, leaned over and kissed my eyes gently, kissing away the tears that were about to fall on my face, "
Fool, why are you crying..."
"Yu Mo!..." I took the initiative to put my arms around his waist, letting my tears fall freely, and burying my head deep into his chest, "Thank you, I'm really touched... I thought... I thought you were
You left me at home, went out by yourself, and didn't want me anymore, but you were here to prepare a surprise for me. I thought wrongly, I misunderstood you and blamed you...I'm not good, blame me, I actually doubted you,
I...I really shouldn't!..."
Zhong Yumo hugged me tightly: "What a fool, how could I abandon my dearest wife?"
"I..." I was about to say something, but was interrupted by him: "Shh... don't talk, come on, sit down..."
He smiled softly, took my hand, and sat down. I didn't say anything, watching him silently bend down and pick up two transparent high-angle glasses and a bottle of... some wine.
I watched in amazement as he skillfully opened the lid of the wine and poured the wine for me. The dark red wine flowed into the cup, sparkling and flowing faintly under the candlelight...
"What kind of wine is this? Is it also champagne?" Sure enough, I am a wine addict.
"Rose wine."
"Rose wine?"
"Um."
"How come I haven't heard of rose wine..."
"Red wine made from pure natural red roses has higher alcohol, so drink less. Otherwise, you will be even drunker than that day."
"Ah?!" I blinked and began to think about how much I should drink. Suddenly I felt something flashing in front of my eyes. I raised my eyes and Yumo held the wine glass in his hand and raised it in front of my eyes. For a moment, I concentrated.
After reacting, she also raised her wine glass and gently touched it with his.
He did not move the wine glass, and I held it up cooperatively. I looked at him and smiled, opening his sexy lips: "Celebrating a happy National Day, my dear idiot wife."
I was slightly startled, then imitated his smile and said, "Happy National Day to my dear fool husband."
We looked at each other and smiled, put the wine glass to our lips, and sipped lightly. Suddenly, the sweet fragrance of roses filled my mouth, slid down my throat, and the soft and sweet feeling spread throughout my body.
The blood is boiling a little.
Wow, this rose wine is really delicious. It tastes better than champagne! What kind of wine is this? It tastes so good! However, the alcohol seems to be really high. After just one sip, I felt all over my body.
It’s getting hot... I’m sweating, so it’s better not to drink too much. But it tastes really good...
I drank all the rose wine in one gulp, and it had a strong taste. I became even more obsessed with the taste of rose wine. Well, I'm not drunk yet... It seems that I have a really good capacity for drinking. Then... if I drink some more, I shouldn't be drunk.
Is there something wrong...
So I poured red wine again. Just looking at the red and transparent color was very tempting, let alone drinking it...it was really the best in the world!
Occasionally, I looked up at Zhong Yumo and saw a faint smile on his face, which seemed to mean something profound. He was just slowly sipping on the red wine, staring straight at me, with a half-smile on his face but not speaking.
I stopped looking at him, thinking that I had made a mistake. I lowered my head and started drinking red wine, having long forgotten to remind myself to drink less.