Reborn as a top-notch little wife

Saying this in such a loud and angry voice is really a bit joyful.

But Zhong Jiamu's behavior of grabbing potato chips when she eats them, and grabbing sweets when she eats them is really outrageous.

Xi Changchang’s Law No. 1: Novels and snacks are the only things that cannot be snatched away!

Zhong Jiamu raised his eyes and looked at her hand without any pain: "Corn sticks."

Xi Changchang was ordered to grab the potato chips from his hand, and stuffed his own into his hand.

When everything was ready, he put on a stern face like a spokesperson's stern condemnation: "Don't rob me again!"

Zhong Jiamu raised his eyebrows without comment.

Faced with the wolf claws that Zhong Jiamu had extended again after breaking his promise, Xi Changchang finally couldn't bear it anymore and finally broke out into a potato chip defense war.

The two of them were huddled together on the bed, and the snacks that had been scattered on the bed fell down.

Finally, Zhong Jiamu finally pressed her under him and narrowed his eyes: "Give it to me?"

"No!" Xi Changchang was so powerful that he could not give in.

She was curled up there, her hair a little messy due to her actions just now, her face flushed, and she was breathing slightly. Her eyes seemed brighter, and she looked at him with a stubborn smile, and there seemed to be some mist in them.

He was stunned for a moment, then muttered vaguely: "Well, I don't want it anymore."

Feeling that his eyes were getting weirder and weirder, Xi Changchang realized belatedly, raised the shapeless bag of potato chips that he had grabbed, and tried hard to make up for it: "You like to eat, can't I give it to you?"

"It's too late." Zhong Jiamu chuckled: "I found something more delicious."

The afternoon sun slanted in, reflecting the figures of a pair of people hugging each other on the bed.

There was still the sweet smell of strawberry cream on the corn sticks just now on her lips and tongue. She tasted it briefly but couldn't stop.

Xi Changchang felt dizzy, and only the soft touch on his lips was left. He only held Zhong Jiamu's caring shirt in front of him in his hand, and unconsciously squeezed it tightly. In this trance, he seemed to hear some sound.

Gradually it became clear, and I slowly realized that it was Zhong Jiamu's cell phone that was ringing.

She parted her lips slightly and said in a breathy voice: "Mobile phone..."

Zhong Jiamu didn't even raise his head and muttered to her lips: "Don't worry about it."

Xi Changchang turned away and said, "You can't do this."

Zhong Jiamu was stunned before he understood the pun in her words. The ringing of the mobile phone had stopped, the black metal lay quietly on the table, and there were tiny dust particles flying in the sunlight beam. No one spoke, Xi Changchang

She was a little flustered. She knew his temperament, but she could only refuse so directly. After all, he was so young, not to mention the weight in her belly...

She had to do this, even if they were just intimate without any ambiguity, she had to prevent any possibility in advance.

For a long time, Zhong Jiamu didn't speak. She finally couldn't help turning her head to look at him. There was a trace of sadness in his dark eyes. He raised his hand slightly but hesitated and stopped there. After a long time, he said: "I'm sorry."

She had never seen his eyes look like this, full of apologies - in her impression, his eyes were always a little indifferent, towards others, even towards himself.

Slowly, she realized that he was apologizing for that night.

She secretly sighed. It turned out that he had misunderstood, and luckily he had misunderstood.

In fact, because Xi Changchang was afraid that Xi's parents would find out, Xi Changchang could only come over every afternoon. In fact, there wasn't much going on when he came, and most of the time the two of them stayed in the room watching TV.

The bed had long been decorated by Xi Changchang with four large pillows, making it what she called a paradise. The two of them were leaning on the soft pillows, each holding a bag of snacks. He would eat hers, and she would eat his. This...

Naturally, this is a problem developed by Zhong Jiamu despite repeated admonitions. It is obviously a troublesome and strange behavior, but Zhong Jiamu calls it "sharing".

It's just that the quantity and quality of TV dramas nowadays are inversely proportional. Most of them have extremely boring plots, so it's hard for them to watch them with gusto.

Fortunately, the two people's IQs tended to drop sharply while staying at home, and they followed the dream on Mango Terrace every afternoon with great enthusiasm.

And... the harder the actor cries, the happier the two people watching the show laugh.

Especially when the two sisters inside were hugging each other and crying, Xi Changchang was chewing pea crisps while laughing like a convulsion.

Halfway through laughing, she finally realized something was wrong, raised her head and asked Zhong Jiamu: "Oh no, Zhong Jiamu, am I becoming more and more perverted?"

Zhong Jiamu replied seriously: "Don't worry, no matter how perverted you are, I won't dislike you."

Is this consolation?

Xi Changchang was speechless...

Fifteen-minute dramas and twenty-minute commercials are the style that Mango Channel has adhered to for more than ten years.

During the commercial break, Xi Changchang changed the channel out of boredom, and soon saw the huge performer Jay Chou singing Blue and White Porcelain affectionately.

When Xi Changchang talks about blue and white porcelain, she cannot help but get excited. Last year, she just listened to this song and read the book "Spring in the Lonely Empty Garden". She didn't know whether it was a piece of music that connected the text or a text that complemented the music. She just felt like reading a book.

When I came down, I was so angry that I couldn't bear to speak, so I regarded books and songs as my favorites.

Hearing it so unexpectedly was like meeting an old friend by chance. All the emotions at the time flooded into his heart. Xi Changchang broke away from someone's arms with a tremor, sat up straight, shook his head and hummed along.

Someone's cold voice came from behind: "You like it very much?"

Xi Changchang, who was full of enthusiasm, had no doubt that he was there, and nodded like garlic: "Yes, yes, this song also has this word, it is so nice, so nice, so nice!"

Chang turned back with excitement: "You like it too, don't you?"

Looking at Xi Changchang, whose eyes were shining with excitement, Zhong Jiamu proved his love for this song with his actions.

——Press lightly on the remote control, and a foreigner's big smiling face immediately appears on the screen: "We all use Fu Yanjie..."

…

Angry! Xi Changchang was so angry that she had left. Forget about grabbing snacks, now she even competed with her for the TV.

Angrily, he grabbed the remote control, replaced it, and continued to look at the unshaven Jay Chou eagerly.

Zhong Jiamu leaned over calmly, looked at the screen and coolly said, "I heard that after he broke up with the anchor, he got together with a model again?"

Xi Changchang glanced at him sideways: "I just like listening to his songs, so I'm not bored enough to ask about his scandals."

…

Someone who was bored and asked about celebrity scandals didn't say anything.

The world is restored to purity.

After a moment of silence, a bored person came up again, touched his chin and inquired in a very academic way: "I heard that he has been accustomed to coming without underwear over the years. I wonder if he has worn any today?"

Silence, a strange silence in the room.

After a while, Xi Changchang recovered from the petrification, and then... turned off the TV with a calm expression...

Although such days are trivial, they pass very quickly. In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed, and it is the scorching sun in late August, and September is the day when school starts.

When school starts again, Zhong Jiamu will be a senior in high school. He seems indifferent, but Xi Changchang is very nervous.

Before the senior year of high school, teachers at the school would often hold some cram school classes. For this reason, Xi Changchang urged Zhong Jiamu to go back more than once, but every time, he would make jokes and take him there in a few words. Helpless, Xi Changchang had to buy a bunch of college entrance examinations from previous years.

For the real questions, I temporarily acted as his tutor.

The emperor was not in a hurry to kill the eunuch. Xi Changchang finished explaining the questions with a dry mouth, only to realize that Zhong Jiamu was supporting his head with one hand, his eyes had not glanced at the test paper from beginning to end, and his eyes were always on her face.

"Do you understand now?" she asked, holding back her temper.

Zhong Jiamu then glanced at the test paper lazily: "Yeah."

"Then tell me what should I choose for this question?"

"a." Glancing at the options circled by her in red pen, Zhong Jiamu "read them out."

correct answer!

Could it be that his absent-mindedness just now was just an illusion? In fact, he is the kind of person who can focus on n. He looks lazy on the surface and looks at you with a face of covetousness. In fact, he has listened to every word of your words and remembered them in his heart at any time.

A genius who can sharply pick out even a single punctuation error in your words?!

How like a Taiwanese male pig?! It was as if he was used to eating pork, and suddenly found a pig running around him, Xi Changchang's blood was surging with enthusiasm.

Of course, in order to avoid the situation of being confused with a pig, Xi Changchang still adhered to the scientific attitude of making bold assumptions and careful verification, and tentatively asked: "Then why not choose c?"

Xi Changchang's eyes turned into stars, and he clenched his fists and waited. Answer quickly. Answer quickly. Whether it is describing her explanation verbatim or finding a new and more concise method, he will be convinced that he is a lazy genius romantic man.

Pig's throne.

"It's very simple." Zhong Jiamu replied lightly. Xi Changchang held his breath and just waited for the next step.

"Because answer c is wrong."

…

Proposal

Although Zhong Jiamu is not a genius, his progress can be said to be rapid. One of them taught seriously and the other studied perfunctorily, and it was at the end of August.

The weather had started to get cooler, so they took some time to go to the mall to buy autumn clothes for Zhong Jiamu. When they left the mall, Xi Changchang finally asked: "When do you plan to go back?"

Zhong Jiamu paused in his steps, and when he looked back, she was a little confused: "Where are you going back?"

"Go back to school." When school starts again, it will be the final sprint for the senior year of high school.

Zhong Jiamu was silent for a while before saying, "I'm not going to do it."

There was a lot of noise on the street. Xi Changchang was stunned for a moment and suspected that he had not heard clearly. He asked in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"I'm not going up." Zhong Jiamu said clearly again.

Thinking that he was just a student who was generally tired of learning, Xi Changchang continued without taking it seriously: "We will book a ticket for you later."

Zhong Jiamu hugged her with one hand and said half-seriously: "I won't go to school, so I'll stay here with you."

His tone was like the wolf grandma coaxing Little Red Riding Hood. Xi Changchang couldn't laugh or cry: "If you don't go to school, what will you do in the future?"

"I'll think about the future later. It's just fine as it is now."

Only then did Xi Changchang understand his seriousness, stopped and turned to look at him: "You really don't want to go back?"

"It's okay to go back." Zhong Jiamu replied simply: "You come with me."

"You want to go back to school. What are you going to do when I've already resigned?"

Zhong Jiamu raised his eyebrows and said unhurriedly, "Either we go together or we stay together."

Seeing his serious face, Xi Changchang was finally angry: "Why are you so confused about priorities?!"

Zhong Jiamu's voice was still a bit rogue: "I can't tell the difference very clearly. For me, the most important thing is to be with you."

When he said this, there was still a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were just firm. Xi Changchang turned his face away slightly, still disapproving: "I will never go back, but you are so

What can I do if I don’t go to school?"

Zhong Jiamu pondered for a moment: "Then I will go back and call someone to transfer my student registration and household registration. I will continue to go to school here, and I hope I can catch up with the opening date of the school here." He smiled self-deprecatingly: "After all,

I have a father who covers the sky with one hand."

Xi Changchang looked at him and suddenly felt irritable.

He is just desperate and naive.

He thought what she was talking about could be solved with just a few flimsy pieces of paper proving household registration and student status?

She spoke without any doubt: "I'll book the train ticket later. You can leave tomorrow and go to school well after you get back."

Her decisiveness made Zhong Jiamu a little unexpected - he had never been so deliberate, and even decided to find that man just to be by her side, but her response was just to push him away again and again. He finally got impatient: "

If you don't leave, I will stay with you. If you want me to go to school, I will continue to go to school. I agree to all your requests whether I like it or not. What else do you want from me?"

His tone made her subconsciously reply: "I can't afford you to do this to me."

After blurting out, she was stunned. After hearing the words, his body stiffened and his face suddenly turned pale.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was frozen. After a long time, he murmured in his sleep: "So you've always thought so." After a pause, he suddenly grabbed her wrist with one hand, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "

In fact, you have always thought so, right?"

The pain on her wrist came over, but Xi Changchang was just silent.

She had never thought about it exactly like this, but she was too scared. She was the only one in Zhong Jiamu's world, but there were too many other people in her life.

He can be naive, but she can't.

What she wants is not the registered residence and student status he transferred, but a longer-term future.

Her silence seemed to be acquiescence, she had always thought of him this way.

If he could, he would give everything to her, but she just couldn't afford it and didn't want it.

These days, every time we look at each other, I can't help but smile, every time I'm close to her, her soft voice. Every time, it's as beautiful as a dream.

It turned out that it was really all a dream.

But he just couldn't give it in and tightened his hand, forcing her to look at him: "You have been lying to me these days, right?"

Xi Changchang couldn't even say a word.

"Why are you so eager to drive me away? It's because you are tired of it. You have never thought about having a relationship with me. I will only hinder you here, hinder you from going on a blind date, and hinder you from meeting other people."

Is that the person?!"

He spoke quickly and urgently, without thinking at all, but every word he said was painful and unbearable.

She never thought about having a result with him, she never thought about having a result with him...

After saying it so unexpectedly, she gradually realized that she had really never thought about having a relationship with him.

Therefore, she tried every means to prevent him from meeting her parents, so she asked him to leave without hesitation.

Listening to his groundless accusations, Xi Changchang said: "Zhong Jiamu, don't make trouble unreasonably."

"Suppose I am making trouble unreasonably." Zhong Jiamu's eyes were bright: "Then do you dare to prove it to me?"

Proof? What proof?

Before Xi Changchang could react, Zhong Jiamu knelt down, took her hand, and deliberately raised his voice: "Xi Changchang, will you marry me?"

His clear voice attracted people walking on the street to stop and watch.

Xi Changchang just felt in a daze. She had always been timid and concerned about face, but now she was being watched by so many people, but she didn't feel embarrassed. She just looked at Zhong Jiamu blankly. He looked at her and just waited for her stubbornly.

decision.

He is always pushing her.

From that first night when he forced her to face his feelings, to today when he forces her to prove the long-term relationship between them.

He is like a child who insists on getting what he wants regardless of whether he wants it or not. If he is rejected, he will just force him willfully.

But his coercion actually made her feel happy.

There were more and more people around, forming a circle around them. Amid the noisy crowd, he just looked at her intently: "Xi Changchang, I love you. Do you want to marry me?"

The crowd cheered and made friends, and whistles were everywhere, but in her ears, it seemed that they had all disappeared, leaving only his voice just now.

This was the first time he said these three words to her, and it took her a while to react slowly. It was like a thunder exploded in her ears at first, and after a long time, there was a buzzing echo in her head. She just

Can look at him, look at him for a moment. On the street, he knelt down on one knee, holding her hand in his, locked his dark eyes on her and just asked: "I love you, do you want to marry me?"

She really listened to every word, but she had to think about the whole sentence seriously several times before she understood it. She thought about every word and sentence over and over again, but it seemed simple but she still couldn't think it through.

.But the corners of his mouth have already raised, and the smile can be seen from the bottom of his eyes. All the uneasiness and anxiety were instantly defeated in front of these short words. Even though the road ahead is long and the joys and sorrows are unknown, for this moment, just for this.

For a moment, it turns out that it was all worth it.

In the night, Song Qin hung up the phone with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face.

Yang Xi sat at the bar, shook the wine glass in her hand, and asked very clearly: "What's wrong with your heart?"

Song Qin cried sadly: "I was thrown into some community by that boy Zhong Jiamu, and now he asked me to drive it back in person."

Yang Xi gloated leisurely: "It's your own fault. You let him drive the car even though you knew he would never come back once he left."

Thinking about Zhong Jiamu who was like a ghost that day, even though Song Qin was depressed, he still felt that selling the car keys was the right choice under the circumstances.

When he looked up and saw the deserted Yang Xi, he couldn't help but approach him nonchalantly: "But this time Zhong Jiamu can get his wish, so I have to thank you very much."

Yang Xi gave him a sideways glance: "Nothing!"

Song Qin turned a blind eye with a shy face and a curious look on his face: "But I was surprised that you were so kind. Tsk tsk, when did you, Miss Su, know how to give up the beauty of adulthood?"

Yang Xi shook the wine glass in her hand, and the dark red liquid rippled in the glass. Her voice seemed to be murmuring like a memory: "Have you... ever seen Zhong Jiamu cry?"

Unexpectedly, when she saw Song Qin Ding there, her eyes almost fell down. She lowered her eyes. If someone said this to her today, she would definitely sneer at her. Zhong Jiamu should look careless, and there seems to be a person on his body.

The invisible shield keeps out all the joy and sorrow.

However, it seems that the two words "Zhong Jiamu" can easily break through her aloofness and arrogance.

For Zhong Jiamu, there is such a Xi Changchang in this world.

When he came out of the bar that night, Zhong Jiamu was so drunk that he threw up while holding on to a tree on the side of the street. She bought mineral water in a small shop nearby. He rinsed his mouth and staggered for a few steps, but he couldn't help but

The road is not stable.

She went over to help him, only to hear his voice slurred with a strong hint of alcohol, as if he hadn't woken up: "Call her."

Such a meaningless sentence, but she understood the moment she got his cell phone - the numbers he dialed hundreds of times all had the same name.

Have a smooth meal.

It felt like something was cracking in my chest, and it was so hollow that it passed through me like a draft.

She pressed the call button anyway, and after a few busy tones, the system voice came: The number you dialed has been shut down.

The cold sound of the machine was particularly clear in the silent midnight.

Zhong Jiamu didn't seem to hear it. He took it with one hand, put it to his ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "I miss you."

She stood there, unable to move.

Xi Changchang had already left. She was the one who stood by the door that day and watched her face pale and stumble down the stairs as if she were running away.

She will never come back, and her mobile phone number has long been changed.

But think about the hundreds of dialed numbers on your cell phone.

How many times has Zhong Jiamu deceived himself so willingly?

She finally couldn't help it and yelled at him: "Zhong Jiamu, you are really worthless. If you really like her so much, go and chase her. Don't embarrass yourself like a coward here!"

Zhong Jiamu was so drunk that he looked at her a few times and suddenly laughed softly. He couldn't stop laughing, but the laughter made her want to cry. He finally stopped, his drunken eyes blurred.

Look at her: "I'm a coward, but she doesn't even want to look at me. How can I pursue her?"

When he said these words, he was calm and calm, not hurt or unwilling at all, as if he was just talking about it. But it was this calmness that frightened her. For a moment, she could only stare at him blankly.

After saying this, he seemed a little sober from the wine and turned away hastily. However, the street lamp that stayed up all night still truly reflected the sparkle in his eyes.