Chapter 157 (1/2)

”Qingqing, what are you staring at and what's in your hand?”

When I came out of the bathroom after taking a bath, I saw Zhang Qingqing sitting on the sofa alone with a card in her hand.

”Ah, nothing.”

Zhang Qingqing hurriedly put the card back in her handbag, then stood up and said she would take a bath first. I looked at her and felt a little surprised. What happened to Zhang Qingqing tonight? Hasn't she recovered from the shock of the car accident just now?

After she went into the bathroom to take a bath, I secretly opened her handbag, found the brown and yellow card, looked through it twice and found that it was a card of the monk of Zhushan heavenly king temple, with a contact number on it.

I couldn't help shaking my head and put the card back. I thought that Zhang Qingqing had studied in college. It's reasonable to say that she, a young woman with high education and rich knowledge, should be an atheist. Why is she dazed at the monk's business card today? Is it today's accident that made her a little believe in this fate and the theory of gods and ghosts?

After Zhang Qingqing took a bath, we simply got something to eat, and then we were ready to rest and sleep.

On weekdays, although Zhang Qingqing and I are in the same bed, Zhang Qingqing has very strict requirements for me, that is, we must each have a quilt. And even her bed is divided into two parts. I can only sleep on my own side. If I dare to cross the border, she will kick me out of bed. I sleep very steady and honest, and rarely turn over, so I haven't tried to cross the line and get kicked out of bed by her. On the contrary, Zhang Qingqing is like a child after falling asleep. She can not only kick the quilt, but also turn over in all kinds. Finally, she often crosses the line and hugs me to sleep.

Tonight, I shook open my quilt as usual and prepared to lie down to sleep, but to my surprise, Zhang Qingqing suddenly said to me, ”Chen Yu, don't cover your little quilt. Let's share one quilt.”

”What?”

I opened my eyes and looked at Zhang Qingqing beside my pillow. I couldn't believe that Zhang Qingqing would take the initiative to cover a quilt with me. This one is a small quilt, and Zhang Qingqing's one is the big red quilt when she was newly married. It is full of mandarin ducks playing in the water. I thought that my little quilt can cover my head but not my feet. I'd like to sleep with you for a long time.

Although I think Zhang Qingqing's behavior is a little strange after the car accident tonight, it's good for me to have the opportunity to sleep with my wife. I didn't care so much, so I kicked my little quilt aside, then opened Zhang Qingqing's quilt and said with a bad smile, ”I'm here.”

Zhang Qingqing's originally haggard cheeks were more red in an instant. She stared at me angrily: ”a good person should learn to talk like a hooligan.”

The quilt is fragrant, filled with the fragrance of the shower gel that Zhang Qingqing just took a bath. Zhang Qingqing is wearing a simple pink short Nightgown at the moment. I deliberately gathered around her, and then whispered, ”what's the matter with hooligans? I'm only a hooligan to my own wife, not to other women. I'm a hooligan. I'm proud of being a hooligan.”

”Proud of your head,” Zhang Qingqing raised her foot and gently kicked me. She said angrily, ”don't talk so close. It's uncomfortable for the breath to spray on my ears.”

I almost couldn't help but want to ask her how to feel uncomfortable. I still felt uncomfortable, but I didn't dare to ask in the end. I made her angry. I'm sure I'm not allowed to kick me out of bed.

I had a few words with Zhang Qingqing, and then I was ready to say that it's not early. Turn off the bedside light and go to bed. But before I could say good night, Zhang Qingqing suddenly whispered to me, ”Chen Yu?”

”What's the matter?”

”That...”

”If you have something to say, how can you speak? It's not like your clean and tidy big woman character on weekdays?”

Zhang Qingqing's face turned red again when she heard the speech. She bit her lips and said, ”it seems that our agreement has not been fulfilled this week.”

”What agreement?”

”It's my promise to let you kiss once a week. You're not allowed to associate with other girls. It seems that I haven't let you kiss this new week?”