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1.10 Luggage

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    ? When I got home, I saw my wife squatting there preparing my luggage. The suitcase was open and the clothes inside were neatly stacked.  Standing behind her with her arms tied, the wife was still concentrating on rummaging in the closet. She turned a blind eye to my intrusion, and looked a little unhappy. She turned around and wanted to escape, but felt uncomfortable, and leaned over to please: "My wife, I'm back."  gone."

    She stood up and faced me: "Look at your face, how drunk you are!"

    I quickly smiled charmingly: "It's true that you blush after drinking, isn't your husband really bad?"

    The wife refuted contemptuously: "Stupid!" The attitude was obviously relaxed.

    I was encouraged and confessed: "My wife, you are so kind! Come, give me a hug!"

    Holding my wife's body that has already started to lose weight due to the hard work of raising children, I feel a pang of sadness in my heart. I thank her for what she has done for me. I will spend my life caring for this woman and do my best to make her happy and healthy.  Ha, drunken sentimentality.

    Hugged and sat back on the bed, noticing my blankness: "What are you thinking?"

    "Think about this." His hand has already penetrated into the corner of the thick sweater.

    "Go, go, I haven't finished packing yet." Then I straightened up and ran away from my arms.

    After the suitcase was filled, the wife ordered: "Go, put it at the door.!"

    I got up and went to finish the task, humming a ditty, and my wife was amused as soon as I looked happy: "Do you want to run away a long time ago, seeing how beautiful you are."

    "Hey, how can I have it, I can't bear you." Expressed from the heart.

    My wife is a meticulous woman who keeps the house in order. Every time I go home, I feel nostalgic for this small house full of deep warmth. Of course, the creator of this warmth is even more reluctant.

    Thinking about the next program, I said: "Wait for me." I rushed to the bathroom, taking a bath to get rid of the smell of alcohol.

    On Sunday, I went to the Overseas Chinese Hotel to book a ticket, and then went shopping with my wife.

    I hugged the child and followed closely, not daring to slack off in the slightest.  Appreciate her easy and cheerful steps, and laugh at her like a bird out of the cage.

    After a whole afternoon, I returned with a full load.  My wife was still immersed in the fun of shopping after returning home, and dragged me over to look at the clothes she had just bought after dinner.  I repeated what I have emphasized many times in the mall: "Well, yes, you are beautiful, and you can look beautiful in everything you wear." My wife smiled and accepted my compliment.  I teased at the right time: "Okay, put it away, I've watched it several times." "Hurry up and put the child to sleep, there is no farewell show tonight." The wife's joy was interrupted, she understood what she meant, and stared  Me: "I know I'm thinking about that, go take a shower." I was freed at once, turned around and ran away.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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