Qiong Dafang and Zhen Xiaoqi's cohabitation life is perfect. Every day, he takes Zhen Xiaoqi to work first, picks him up at night, and then they go to the supermarket to buy things together. After returning home, Zhen Xiaoqi prepares food for him and prepares for him. Love Bento, let him bring it to the company to eat the next day.
If there is anything imperfect, it is that two people sleep in the same bed at night, and there is nothing else but kissing.
Qiong held it back for a few days, until her gums were swollen, and the pain "hissed" when she was eating.
"Drink some chrysanthemum tea." Zhen Xiaoqi felt sorry for him, made him chrysanthemum and wolfberry tea, and brought it to him, just about to feed it into his mouth.
"I don't want to drink tea..." Qiong Dafang put her big furry head on Zhen Xiaoqi's neck, and rubbed it around, pretending to cry shamelessly while rubbing, "I want that! I don't want tea!"
Zhen Xiaoqi blushed and gently touched his head: "I've already bought it. Didn't Double Eleven express sell out, wait for something to arrive."
Qiong generously hummed aggrievedly: "Why do we have to wait for the courier to arrive? I'm going to Watsons to buy ky now!"
Zhen Xiaoqi grabbed his ears and didn't let him move: "I bought everything online, isn't it a waste if you buy it again?"
"Also," he shyly didn't dare to look at Qiong Dafang, he lowered his head and whispered, "I also prepared a small surprise for you."
"Surprise?" Qiong Dafang stopped making trouble immediately, he really wanted to know what kind of surprise Zhen Xiaoqi would bring him.
On this day, Zhen Xiaoqi called Qiong Dafang and told him that he was going home first, so that he didn't have to pick him up.
Qiong Dafang immediately made up all kinds of fragrant pictures, what kind of surprise will Zhen Xiaoqi give him? Rabbit play? Women's play? Zhen Xiaoqi wouldn't play so big, would he? But it's not certain, Xiao Qi's mind is too difficult to figure out.
Box box box box, Qiong Dafang laughed wickedly at the workstation.
His colleagues looked sideways at him from time to time, and they all felt that Qiong Dafang seemed to be a different person after falling in love. For example, when ordering milk tea today, after he paid the payment, he asked them to collect the money one by one, which shocked all his colleagues. He never said "forget it" before. So several colleagues who unconsciously gave money sent him WeChat red envelopes embarrassingly.
Qiong generously ran home after work. He was really looking forward to it, and the blood all over his body was rushing in his veins.
When he opened the door excitedly, he saw Zhen Xiaoqi wearing an apron washing vegetables at home.
"Hey, you came back so early." Xiao Qi wiped the water on his apron, took his bag, and hung it on the shelf in the entrance.
No bunny suits, no maid suits, nothing. Qiong Dafang was disappointed for a second, and immediately became excited again. Zhen Xiaoqi said that if there is a surprise, there will be a surprise. Maybe it's still early, and the surprise will be seen in the evening.
Qiong Dafang pretended not to think about anything, ran over and hugged Zhen Xiaoqi's waist: "What are you doing? Mushrooms? Do you eat mushroom soup at night?"
Zhen Xiaoqi twisted a few times, got rid of Qiong Dafang's hand, piled up the washed vegetables in the small basket, and stuffed them to him: "Help me get to the rooftop."
"Go to the rooftop? Why go to the rooftop?" Qiong Dafang was at a loss.
Zhen Xiaoqi rolled his eyes at him in disgust: "Didn't I tell you to surprise you?"
"Go, go, go to the rooftop? It's too exciting, right?" Qiong Dafang couldn't speak well. He hugged a stack of water-draining baskets, like floating on clouds and mist, and climbed to the rooftop in a daze.
On the rooftop, there was an old table and two chairs. The old table is filled with all kinds of marinated meat, wrapped in plastic wrap.
Zhen Xiaoqi followed behind him and climbed up, holding an electric oven in his arms.
"Surprise? Today's barbecue! It's a rooftop barbecue party!" Zhen Xiaoqi raised his head and looked at him, smiling until his whole row of white teeth came out.
But it's amazing, it's amazing! Qiong generously carried a pile of eggplants, mushrooms, potatoes, and lettuce. In the cold November wind, she wanted to cry without tears.
Zhen Xiaoqi quickly connected the electric board, opened the electric oven, and greeted Qiong Dafang to go over and start.
"You put the chicken wings on the grill first, the one needs to be grilled longer. Flip it over!" Xiao Qi used a bamboo skewer to wear vegetables such as mushrooms and potatoes, and occasionally instructed Qiong to be generous, "Flip it over. , turn over quickly. Sprinkle pepper noodles, sprinkle, sprinkle more..."
Qiong Dafang flipped the chicken wings and pork belly mechanically, with a face full of lovelessness. He knew that Zhen Xiaoqi would never be able to figure it out, so he shouldn't speculate on his mind at will.
Zhen Xiaoqi strung the string for a while, and suddenly remembered something. Seeing that it was getting dark, he ran to the edge of the rooftop and fiddled with something.
Immediately, the roof was full of white light, and a large 200-watt light bulb was shining brightly above their heads, illuminating the entire roof as bright as day.
Qiong Dafang raised his hand subconsciously to cover his tearful eyes, and roared and asked Zhen Xiaoqi: "Zhen Xiaoqi, what is this?"
Zhen Xiaoqi ran over and hurriedly blocked the light for him: "Bow your head, lower your head, you'll get used to it in a while."
Qiong wailed generously: "Zhen Xiaoqi, what are you doing?"
"I'll hold a barbecue party. It's too wasteful to buy colorful lights. It's useless after using them once. I borrowed an exhibition hall light from the company."
Zhen Xiaoqi was a little aggrieved, didn't he just want to have a romantic barbecue party? Why is Qiong Dafang so fierce
After getting used to the strong light of the lamp, Qiong opened his eyes generously and saw Zhen Xiaoqi lowered his head and pouted aggrievedly.
He shuddered in his heart, knowing that his attitude was not good just now, and Xiao Qi was not happy. So he leaned over, hugged Zhen Xiaoqi, put his head on top of his head, and his voice softened: "I'm sorry, don't be angry, I don't mean to dislike it. Really, I really like your idea. Not mentally prepared, now I'm ready, I took a look, it's really beautiful."
Zhen Xiaoqi raised his head, his eyes were covered with a light layer of water, and he almost cried: "Really?"
Qiong gritted her teeth generously: "Really, it's very good! I like eating barbecue on the rooftop so much!"
In order to show that what he said was true, he let go of Zhen Xiaoqi and continued to roast the meat before running to the electric oven: "Xiaoqi come quickly, the meat will be burnt, come and eat the meat I grilled for you."
Zhen Xiaoqi immediately became happy again, ran to Qiong Dafang's side, and ate with him one bite at a time.
It was getting late and the wind was getting cooler. Qiong generously went downstairs and ran home, adding a thick coat before continuing to eat. He looked at their ingredients. Chicken wings, pork belly, chicken gizzards, and mutton skewers were all available. He could see that Zhen Xiaoqi had paid for it, and it was indeed a very careful "surprise" for him.
It would be even better if they could eat in the house, Qiong Dafang thought with a big light bulb on her head, both satisfied and unwilling.
It wasn't until ten o'clock in the evening that the buffet barbecue party on the rooftop was over. Qiong slumped down on the sofa generously, rubbing her chubby belly, tired and unwilling to move.
Zhen Xiaoqi came out steaming hot after taking a bath, like a basket of fresh, thin-skinned and meaty Xiao Long Bao, hot and juicy. He blinked his big eyes and looked at Qiong Dafang carefully, with a little naive temptation: "Dafang, you... do you want to... that one?"
"Hiccup—" Qiong patted her belly generously, annoyed and frustrated, "No? Ah? Hiccup—"