How can one become an immortal if one is so lazy?

Heiyang took the milk quickly, fearing that Hongli would spoil the food if she failed to control the temperature of the fire.

"I'll drink it, I'll drink it, Xiaoli, you should be normal..."

Heiyang rolled his eyes at Hongli speechlessly, opened the bottle and took two sips.

To be honest, he did feel a little dry in the mouth after what he said just now, and Hongli was right.

"Hehe, that's right!"

Hongli nodded with satisfaction when she saw that Heiyang finally drank the milk obediently.

But before Heiyang finished drinking, another bunch of snacks were handed over.

"Here, husband, eat some cookies to fill your stomach. You must be starving after a day of shopping!"

"And the grilled lamb skewers in the alley. You always thought they were authentic!"

"This is the fried fish from the newly opened shop. I haven't tried it yet, but it looks golden and smells good!"

"Want some hawthorn strips?"

"Uh, that..."

"Corn candy?"

"Xiao Li, I say..."

"Popcorn!"

"Not that bad..."

"Would you like some walnut crisps?"

"Hmm? I don't think I've tried this before. It tastes... How is it?"

"Well, I don't think I've ever eaten it... Never mind, how about a roasted chestnut with sugar?"

"Hey, that's fine."

"Oh, and rice cake..."

"Okay, okay..."

Heiyang looked at the big and small bags in his arms, revealing half-moon eyes: "Xiao Li, don't you find that some of these things will taste weird if they are mixed together..."

"Oh, then eat them separately! Compared to that, are you tired, husband?"

Hongli looked at Heiyang with concern, and said that she held Heiyang's shoulder with one hand, stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch Heiyang's forehead.

"Come, let me wipe your sweat."

"Sweating doesn't exist at all, okay..."

Heiyang said helplessly, but still bent slightly to let Hongli touch his forehead.

"Even if there is sweat on my forehead, it's not because I'm tired, but because I'm speechless because of you."

"Don't say such hurtful words, husband."

Hongli replied while carefully wiping Heiyang's forehead. After confirming that Heiyang was not sweating, she withdrew her hand.

Then she went around behind Heiyang and clenched her fists to gently tap Heiyang's back.

"Even if you don't sweat, you must be tired. Let me give you a back massage..."

"Don't pinch Xiaoli, I'm going to get goose bumps all over the floor."

Heiyang said faintly, "If you keep doing this, I'll be scared to sweat all over my body."

"I'm not pinching you. My voice has always been so gentle!"

Hongli smiled and slightly increased the strength of the back massage.

"Yes, yes, you are the most gentle."

Heiyang sighed and chose to obey him.

In fact, it was not the first time that Hongli suddenly showed filial piety to him like this.

However, in the past, whenever the other party did this, it was either because they were afraid of being scolded for doing something wrong, or because they were temporarily surrendered after being suppressed by Heiyang.

Of course, sometimes, like now, I am deeply moved by Heiyang's behavior and feel that I should be better to my husband.

After all, no matter how noisy they are, Hongli and Heiyang really like each other, and their feelings for each other cannot be faked.

It's not that Heiyang can't accept Hongli's gentle treatment.

He doesn't know what others think, and he doesn't bother to know.

But in fact, in Heiyang's heart, his wife is indeed a gentle girl.

No matter how many layers of lover filters are added, Heiyang said that Hongli's gentleness is indeed from the heart.

What he is really afraid of is Hongli's gentle "sweet girl voice".

It's not bad to listen to, just listening to the voice is indeed soft and cute.

But the key is that every time Hongli is angry and wants to mess with him, she always likes to use this tone with a smile, which gives him a little psychological shadow.

When she was "bullied" by Heiyang, her "roar" of impotence and fury was one of the harmless manifestations of the other party.

As for Hongli's usual voice, it can't be described as "crisp and lively". Compared with the "girlish voice" like the girl next door, it has a bit more hoarseness.

It's a way of speaking that seems to be deliberately dragging a long tone but the speed is not slow.

It's not magnetic, but always has a bit of laziness.

It's like being almost 40 years old and weak, but also like being calm and leisurely...

In fact, when Hongli is gentle, the crisp and pleasant voice is not really a pinched throat. Her own timbre can easily make that kind of sound. If you insist on saying it is the original voice, there is nothing wrong.

In fact, Hongli's mother Lan Yuying usually speaks in that kind of voice, and Hongli is imitating her mother's voice.

When it comes to words like gentle and virtuous, Hongli always thinks of her mother Lan Yuying first.

In Hongli's heart, her mother is the ceiling of the "good wife and good mother" type!

As mother and daughter, their voices are very similar.

Although Hongli is not as tall as her mother, her vocal cords are indeed fully developed and she has not experienced any vocal cord damage.

But as long as the ears are not deaf, people who know them can easily distinguish the two voices.

The reason for this difference, Heiyang guessed, is due to different personalities.

Speaking of which, his little Li has a more delicate voice, which makes him always want to bully that girl severely after hearing it.

The kind with tears in her eyes and pitiful...

But only Hei Yang himself has heard Hong Li's special voice, hehe...

Hei Yang's thoughts gradually flew away, and his face felt a little hot as he thought about it...

"Husband? Wake up, you're home!"

Hong Li's voice brought Hei Yang back to reality. She looked at Hei Yang's rosy face suspiciously and couldn't help but said: "I always feel that you are thinking about some strange things and have been distracted for a while."

"Ah? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. How could it be?"

Hei Yang came back to his senses, pushed open the door to the courtyard of his house with some guilt, and changed the subject: "So Xiaoli, your time of filial piety is over so soon? Your tone has recovered."

"What is filial piety time! Can't you say it in a nicer way, like Xiaoli's love and care?

How childish, he likes to take advantage of me in terms of seniority every day. "

Hongli curled her lips, pushed open the door, and said a little aggrievedly: "You are not satisfied if the tone is gentler, but you are not satisfied with the result if the tone is normal.

You're such a bully. People have been beating you on the back all the way. Your stinky husband is really hard to take care of. "

"Keep pretending to be pitiful."

Hei Yang rolled his eyes at Hong Li and said, "We were almost at the door of the house when you started beating your back. Even if you beat your back, it didn't last more than five minutes. It seemed like I was squeezing you too much."

"Oh, I'm just a weakling, that's all!"

Seeing that she finally arrived home, Hong Li felt happy and stopped talking about anything, and took the initiative to show weakness and surrender to Hei Yang.

"Xiao Li, I am a loser who will be out of breath after beating my back for five minutes~"

Hong Li chuckled, turned around and climbed onto Hei Yang's body, hugged him and kissed him.

"It's all because of my husband's care that I can survive until now~"

"That's almost it. You won't be able to breathe even if you hammer down five buildings. Why are you pretending to be a sick and weak girl here!"

Hei Yang put down the large and small bags in his hands, touched Hongli's head, kissed her little face, and said nothing more.

As soon as this girl Hongli got home and confirmed that no one except him was seen, she became even more comfortable in acting cute, and she was really very lethal to him.

Even if Hei Yang keeps telling himself in his heart: Hongli, a bad girl, will go to the house and expose her if she doesn't teach her a lesson for three days, and if she smiles, she will slap her nose on her face.

But once she hugs her and acts coquettishly, she will still be "fooled" regardless of whether she should be "fooled".

There was nothing he could do, but Xiaoli looked so cute like this!

Hei Yang was completely cruel to her!

Just like Hei Yang can easily coax Hong Li, Hong Li can also easily appease Hei Yang's emotions.

It seems that they were like this many years ago...

For example, when Hongli was sick and didn't want to take medicine, it was Heiyang who went to her house and coaxed her a little before she got her to cooperate and take it.

Another example is when Hei Yang is depressed, as long as Hong Li sits quietly beside him, he can regain his peace of mind.

Hei Yang sometimes has a bad temper for no apparent reason, but in Hong Li's eyes, it's best for him to deal with it.

Hongli's personality can sometimes be eccentric and troublesome, but in Heiyang's opinion, this girl is the best to understand!

"Ah! My dear home! My warm bed!"

Hong Li jumped off Hei Yang, pushed open the bedroom door, and smelled the reassuring and familiar scent of home, almost bursting into tears.

"Great!!!"

Hongli cheered and flew towards the bed.

"Hey, at least take off your shoes..."

Hei Yang reminded helplessly, but before he could finish his words, his face was covered by a flying coat.

I felt my eyes were black, and my nose was filled with the smell of red glass.

"I said……"

Hei Yang pulled off his coat, stretched out his hand to hang it on the hanger nearby, and complained with his dead eyes: "You can't put your clothes away properly..."

Another coat stuck to his face.

"..."

With a dark face, Hei Yang pulled down his jacket that was still warm, and casually caught the flying trousers.

"Hongli, can you be a little more stable...do you still want to make a sneak attack?!"

Hei Yang just put down the clothes in his hands, with a sharp look in his eyes, he quickly stopped the two flying shoes and sneered disdainfully.

Do you still want to hit him? Almost...

"Paji"

Two little white socks slapped on the face.

"Red! Li!"

A bunch of tic-tac-toes popped up on Hei Yang's head, and he looked fiercely at Hong Li, who was throwing herself on the bed.

"Um?"

Hong Li, who couldn't wait to change into her home pajamas, was about to stretch her body when her body stiffened suddenly and she felt a chill on her back.

There is murderous intent!

Hong Li instantly realized something was wrong.

She turned to look at Hei Yang, only to see the little white socks on the latter's face. If she recognized it correctly, it should be her cough...

"Pfft, hahaha..."