Yao Yiyi blow-dried Ou Qingheng's hair carefully and stroked his rough hair. A trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes. In the first year or two of their marriage, she would help Ou Qingheng wash his hair every time. He blew his hair, but in the next two years, there were very few opportunities for her to blow dry Ou Qingheng's hair like this.
It was rare for them to have such a warm side, and Yao Yiyi cherished it, but it was a pity that the man beside her already had a crush on her, and almost turned a blind eye to her hidden efforts.
"Mr. Ou, I heard people say that men with thick hair are very fond of their wives. It seems that Mr. Ou will be a good family man when he marries Miss Yang."
Ou Qingheng squinted his eyes and enjoyed the comfort of Yao Yiyi's weak, boneless hands running through his hair, and said in a low voice, "Why do you say that?"
"It's just something I feel in my heart." Yao Yiyi chuckled and said.
"Are you jealous?" Ou Qingheng asked tentatively.
Yao Yiyi put down the hair dryer, climbed up Ou Qingheng's neck like a beautiful snake, sniffed the bath fragrance on his body with fascination, and said seductively: "Mr. Ou, do I have the right to be jealous?"
Ou Qingheng raised her chin and asked, "What do you think?"
Yao Yiyi looked at him with affectionate eyes: "Mr. Ou's heart is all about Miss Yang. I'm jealous. You will probably think that I am making trouble unreasonably, right?"
Ou Qingheng let go of her chin, put her body aside, and his eyes suddenly turned cold: "You just understand, as long as you stop having unwanted thoughts, after the divorce, all the benefits will belong to you. There won’t be any points left.”
Yao Yiyi lay down obediently and said with a sweet smile: "Mr. Ou is generous enough. It's no wonder that so many women have been separated and reunited with you, but no woman has ever complained. Money can really be a barrier sometimes." Live in Youyouzhongkou.”
Ou Qingheng just glanced at her and said, "Go to sleep."
Yao Yiyi rolled into his arms and fell asleep hugging each other like a real couple as usual.
Ou Qingheng subconsciously patted her shoulder with his hand, and said as if whispering: "Go to sleep, don't think like a child all day long."
Soon, Ou Qingheng fell asleep, but Yao Yiyi was not sleepy at all. Under the warm yellow light, she looked up at Ou Qingheng's strong chin and whispered: "Ou Qingheng, you Even if you are sincere to me, I will not willingly withdraw from this abnormal love triangle. Obviously I am your wife, but you have to give in to a woman who has hurt you. How big your heart must be, Do you think that woman is innocent?"
Ou Qingheng, who was asleep, naturally did not answer her.
Yao Yiyi closed her eyes and thought to herself: Ou Qingheng, Yang Kexin is not as innocent as you think. If possible, I don't want you to be hurt a second time. Unfortunately, you probably can't listen to my concerns.
If Ou Qingheng has become the piece of rib she can't pull out, then Yang Kexin is Ou Qingheng's deadly poppy, knowing it's poisonous but still enjoying it like sweetmeat.
After all, she was defeated by Yang Kexin, who knew how to pretend to be pitiful and show weakness.
Yao Yiyi woke up before seven o'clock the next day, got out of bed lightly, went into the bathroom, washed herself briefly, and went downstairs wearing only a shirt that reached her hips. Today Wu's mother went back to her son's house. She was visiting her grandson, so she prepared today’s breakfast.
She simmered the porridge slowly, fried two poached eggs with good color and flavor in the pot, and then prepared two side dishes and waited for the porridge to be cooked. Today's breakfast was considered complete.
After four years of getting along, Yao Yiyi knows Ou Qingheng's taste well. He can eat both Western and Chinese breakfasts, but he still prefers Chinese food in his heart. It's just that when he goes out to socialize, he often goes to Western restaurants, but in private The places she went to eat were all very distinctive Chinese restaurants. She once made fun of him. He couldn't even make a living eating. He had to be such a two-faced person. He was the heir to the Ou Group, even when socializing. Who dares to laugh at a Chinese restaurant? Besides, what happened to Chinese food? Chinese food is diverse, delicious, cheap and nutritious, and foreigners can't even try it.
She remembered Ou Qingheng's answer: "It has nothing to do with eating and drinking. This is the style that successful people should have."
After hearing this, she couldn't help but murmur in her heart: She really wants to save face and suffer. The more successful people are, the more they like to show off.