Love at the Right Time

Occasionally there was a ding-ding-dong-dong collision in the kitchen, Wen Qinghan quietly approached, leaning on the door with his arms, and smilingly looking at his busy wife in the kitchen.

She once asked herself when she dreamed back at midnight, did she really go on like this? Will my enthusiasm go to waste, and will I try my best to get my sweetheart into the embrace of others?

It's just that every time when Qingqiu comes back, they meet, and they go back and forth in the same way as before, and all her confusion will be solved by herself again and again.

Shi Qingqiu's smile, every move, just like her breathing, has become an indispensable part of her life. It exists like her blood, supporting her to persevere day and night. Giving up is equivalent to stripping her muscles apart, which is more painful than separation.

Since Shi Qingqiu came back from filming, he hasn't over-restricted his diet anymore, and the food tonight is very rich. Braised Eggplant, Braised Pork, Kung Pao Chicken, and Scallion Braised Beer Shrimp are all made by Shi Qingqiu.

Wen Qinghan didn't move his own plate of shrimp first, but carefully tasted Shi Qingqiu's dishes, gently biting the braised pork with small mouthfuls, in a light tone but with a smile in his eyes and praised: "Mrs. Wen's cooking skills. It is still possible to win back a city and successfully win back the deducted point. Now, full score."

Shi Qingqiu smiled irritably, and took a piece of eggplant to her and said, "Eat well, can't so many vegetables cover your mouth?" After that, he pursed his lips and said in a softer voice: "Fat and rest. I'll take a shower in a while. After the shower, I will remove the gauze and apply medicine on your shoulders."

Wen Qinghan stopped and looked at her quietly. After a while, he smiled softly: "Okay, I listen to you." Then, he picked up a few shrimps and put them in the bowl, put down his chopsticks and peeled the shrimps and said:" Now let’s try the shrimp that my wife cooked is good, can you add some extra points."

Shi Qingqiu couldn't help smiling while watching Wen Qinghan peeling the shrimp, pinching the shrimp's head with her slender fingers and twisting it gently. Even with such a greasy action, it was still so pleasing to look at on her body. Probably, it is because this person lives in his heart that beauty is everywhere.

Wen Qinghan peeled off the shells of the shrimp, put the shrimp in Shi Qingqiu's bowl, the corner of his lips twitched, and talked to her about the news he heard these days: "Qingqiu, do you remember Xiao Lei when we were in high school? Huh? His wife just gave birth to a pair of twins."

Shi Qingqiu bit the shrimp and thought, "Huh? Didn't he say that he didn't consider getting married before the age of thirty-five? Why do you have children now?"

Wen Qinghan put his hands on the edge of the dining table, fingers shiny, Shi Qingqiu drew a paper towel to wipe her hands, she smiled and said, "There is no absolute thing in the world. It's probably because of someone who really doesn't want to delay. It's understandable to finish this thing early. ."

Shi Qingqiu smiled sharply, bit the head of his chopsticks and said, "Hey, speaking of it, do you remember that? What's the name, I can't remember..."

The meal was very enjoyable. They recalled the past when they were in school, talked about the state of recent classmates, and talked about Wen Qinghan's work.

The night is getting deeper, and the atmosphere under the eaves is more warm. After the meal, Wen Qinghan temporarily received a call from his client and went to the study to deal with official affairs. Shi Qingqiu packed his dishes.

She cleaned the dishes and walked to the study room with the door half-hidden. She heard a few vague words, "The materials you prepare now are not enough to win in court, I need more powerful", her lips pursed with a smile, Inside the probe.

Wen Qinghan walked back and forth on the carpet laid out in front of the desk in slippers, his shirt sleeves still at his elbows, black hair like ink scattered on his back, and his figure was as straightforward as a picture.

Shi Qingqiu quietly backed away and went back to the room to take a bath. When she came out of the shower, seeing that Wen Qinghan hadn't finished her work, she prepared her clothes to change and planned to keep them by the bed.

This is what Wen Qinghan saw when he gently opened the doorknob and went in. Shi Qingqiu was wearing her nightdress, bending over her clothes softly, with long curly hair falling on one side, showing everywhere. Seductively beautiful.

Wen Qinghan walked over lightly, arms stretched out from behind to hug Shi Qingqiu's waist, buried his head in her neck, and breathed her taste deeply.

"Qing Han, don't make trouble." Shi Qingqiu's neck was suddenly itchy when her chin was pressed down, and she shrank slightly, then smiled and turned around to squeeze Wen Qinghan's face, "Mrs. Shi, go take a bath. I wash them all. When it's over, I'll leave you, hurry up."

"Mrs. Shi doesn't want to take a bath." Wen Qinghan curled his lips and whispered half-truth in her ear, "I don't want to..."

Shi Qingqiu's face was a little red, pushing Wen Qinghan and urging: "You go quickly, you don't have a bath after a day out, and you can't go to bed without a bath!"

"Okay, then I'll take a bath." Wen Qinghan's eyes were aggrieved, as if he had compromised to go to bed, and his voice softened: "Then I'm done washing, you want me to go to bed."

"Hurry up, there are so many words, the clothes are over there." Shi Qingqiu pushed her amusedly, and the idea of ​​"Wen Qinghan can play silly white sweet" came out again in his heart.

Wen Qinghan pressed a smile on his lips, then went to take a shower with clothes.

Taking advantage of the gap in her bath, Shi Qingqiu went to the closet and sorted her clothes. Although she usually arranged them neatly, the colors seemed a little messy. Shi Qingqiu put the formal wear and the casual wear separately. The suits are arranged from dark to light, and the shirts are basically light-colored, which is clear at a glance.

After finishing, Shi Qingqiu got the medicine ready, and Wen Qinghan came out of the shower.

"Go to bed and lie down, I'll apply medicine for you."

Wen Qinghan went to bed honestly and leaned against the head of the bed, Shi Qingqiu followed up and knelt down beside her, moved her fingers away from the hem of her nightgown, gently touched the bruise on her left shoulder, and asked her, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Qinghan looked straight at Shi Qingqiu with guilty eyes, "It hurts."

When Shi Qingqiu opened the lid of the potion bottle, the suffocation in the afternoon had not yet disappeared. He was angry and distressed, but he couldn't bite her anymore. He took a cotton swab and applied the potion gently, and whispered to her: " Why don't you know how to hide it if you know it hurts? What if I bite you off a piece of meat?

Wen Qinghan frowned and endured the pain. When Shi Qingqiu finished painting and screwed on the lid of the potion bottle, she smiled at the corner of her mouth: "I suspect that your tooth can even be bitten by chopsticks. When you were a child, the most powerful teeth were How can you not hurt?" She paused, her expression serious and gentle: "But, you are my wife, how can I hide?"

Shi Qingqiu felt more and more that Wen Qinghan's mouth was better than a sword in court, but also unambiguous in private. Shi Qingqiu pushed her body and bit her lip and whispered: "I want to take the gauze off for you. Medicine, don't tease me."

When Wen Qinghan looked with curving eyebrows, Qingqiu stepped from the left to the right of her body, gently pulled her nightgown to her arm, tore off the tape, and took off the gauze. The wound was completely scabs, a scar ran across Wen Qinghan's arm, and this fair skin should have been as flawless as a white wall.

Shi Qingqiu applied ointment to the scar, eyes full of pain, "I don't know if this scar can be completely eliminated. The doctor said at the time that it should be restored to its original state. It is almost impossible to see it at all. I will do it again tomorrow. Go ask the doctor you know to see if it can be completely removed."

If it wasn't to save her that day, Wen Qinghan wouldn't get hurt, and if the knife was a bit crooked that day, Wen Qinghan might not just be hurt. Until now, she felt her heart trembling when she thought of that day, and she didn't dare to think deeper.

She bit her lip, lowered her head, and said in an almost inaudible voice: "Qing Han, don't do this again in the future."

The cotton swab and ointment in her hand were suddenly taken away, her waist tightened, and she exclaimed that Wen Qinghan was taken into her arms.

She turned her head and saw Wen Qinghan's face like frost, her eyes were cold, her thin lips no longer curved to smile, her voice was cold and faint: "If you tell me to promise you to protect yourself, I will promise. In our future, I will definitely take care of my body. But if you let me promise and let me watch you hurt but remain indifferent, then I’m sorry, I can’t do it.”

"But..." Shi Qingqiu's hand gently touched the underside of the wound on her arm, his worries and concerns were overwhelming.

"No, but." Wen Qing interrupted in a cold voice, holding her over, and leaning over her with a low voice, "If I am in danger instead, you can look at me innocently. Are you injured? If you can't do it, then you don't have the right to ask me to do it."

"You scared me." Shi Qingqiu chuckled softly, holding Wen Qinghan's face and said softly: "What are you doing so serious? Okay, I admit, I can't do it either."

How could she watch Wen Qinghan get injured? She didn't even dare to imagine.

Wen Qinghan was finally satisfied, sighed, lowered her body, kissed her forehead, kissed her ears, and whispered softly: "Qingqiu, we are one, I am not someone else."

Shi Qingqiu hugged Wen Qinghan's neck, and automatically connected to a sentence Wen Qinghan had said before: I am your lover and your wife.

She moved her hand on the back of Wen Qinghan's neck, raised her head, and acquiesced in Wen Qinghan's approach.

Wen Qinghan held her earlobe, biting her teeth, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous. There was a thin red spread on her face, Wen Qinghan kissed her cheek and her lips in dissatisfaction.

Both of them had taken a bath, and they all had the same shower gel scent, and Wen Qinghan had a natural cold scent on her body, refreshing. At this moment when even breathing is hot, it is undoubtedly a powerful temptation for Shi Qingqiu.

They pressed their lips together and responded eagerly, as if they couldn't kiss enough. I was afraid that it would hurt the other person again, the strength was light and light, soft and soft.

Wen Qinghan lifted Shi Qingqiu's nightdress with both hands and stroked her lower abdomen and waist. Shi Qingqiu muttered in a low voice, like joy and sadness, and people's heartstrings trembled.

Wen Qinghan was awakened by this sound, his movements stopped, the lingering kiss turned into a soft peck, and one kiss was on Shi Qingqiu's ruddy lips.

She touched Shi Qingqiu's face affectionately, and said in a low voice with some hoarseness: "I want to continue, but today is not suitable..."

Shi Qingqiu's face was almost red to the base of her neck. She didn't know what she was allowing Wen Qinghan to do just now. Her nightdress was pushed to her abdomen.

She looked at Wen Qinghan's eyes, those eyes that had always given people peace of mind and calmness. At this moment, there was nothing clear, but turbulent waves were hidden, as if they were about to swallow their prey in an instant.

She fingered Wen Qinghan's brows and eyes, bit her lip, and whispered: "Why is it inappropriate today? Should I pick a date?"

Because of the kiss, the neckline of Shi Qingqiu's nightdress was loose and messy, revealing the scenery inside. Wen Qinghan's eyes darkened a lot, stretched out his hand to pull on her nightdress, then leaned down and hugged her tightly, resting his head on her shoulders, the quietness of the room made Wen Qinghan's breath so heavy.

Wen Qinghan steadied his breath, controlled his thoughts not to run around, and then said: "I don't pick a day, I want to accompany you, but I have to go to work tomorrow and get up at seven. Therefore, today is not appropriate. ."

Obviously it is a matter of love, and she can still be considered at this time, Shi Qingqiu doesn't know what to say. My heart was sweet and itchy, I wanted to say something to Wen Qinghan, but I was really ashamed.

After calming down for a long time, Shi Qingqiu touched Wen Qinghan's ears and asked softly: "You only consider time, why don't you ask me if I want it?"

This sentence seemed to be a hammer to Wen Qinghan's heart. She immediately raised her head, her cold eyebrows rarely showed a nervous look, and she couldn't spit out a word stuck in her throat.

Shi Qingqiu took the time to pin her hair behind her ears and waited silently.

For a long time, she asked gently: "Then, are you willing?"

Shi Qingqiu aggrieved: "Why did you just ask, don't you have a title?"

Wen Qinghan's heart was beating, thinking carefully, when she saw Qingqiu's beautiful eyes gleaming, she suddenly felt like a mirror, lowered her head again to kiss the attractive red lips, and then asked softly: "Mrs. Wen , Are you willing?"

With a satisfactory answer, Shi Qingqiu no longer begrudges her tenderness, with a smile on her lips, and whispered back to her: "Fool, Mrs. Wen said, of course she would."