Zhu Xingyao had a performance in Beijing in mid-October, so the honeymoon trip was postponed to the end of the month. However, traveling is supposed to be relaxing, and she and Jiang Tu didn't want to rush. On her first night in Beijing, she had dinner with the band and drank some wine. When she returned to the hotel and video-chatted with Jiang Tu, he saw it at a glance, "Did you drink?"
The wine I drank tonight was not red wine, so the aftereffect was quite strong. Zhu Xingyao felt a little dizzy. She touched her hot face and asked, "Is it obvious?"
Jiang Tu looked at her: "Your face is a little red, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Zhu Xingyao shook his head: "It's okay, I'm not drunk."
After a while, Xiao Kui came in with a glass of lemonade. She just happened to hear the conversation between the two and muttered, "Although I'm not drunk, I'm almost drunk..." She put the lemonade on the table, "Drink some lemonade, you'll feel better."
Xiao Kui waved at the screen and said with a smile, "Good evening, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Tu nodded to her, his voice low and magnetic: "Thank you for your help."
"No trouble, no trouble." Xiao Kui stared at the screen for a few seconds before turning around to pack her luggage. While packing her luggage, she pricked up her ears to listen to the two people talking. This is the prototype of the novel and the movie! Even if they just said a few words, she felt sweet, and she could be called the number one CP fan.
Xiao Kui thought happily: As long as I stay with Xingxing, I can have sweets every day!
Zhu Xingyao had no idea that Xiaokui was imagining things. She took two sips of lemonade and looked at the screen with sparkling eyes: "Honey, have you ever been drunk?" They had been together for a year and had been married for more than half a year. Jiang Tu had attended many social events and always smelled of alcohol when he came home, but he never seemed to be drunk. She suddenly became curious about his alcohol tolerance.
"I got drunk a few times."
Jiang Tu sat on the sofa. Tangdou played with toys on the balcony for a while, then ran in and jumped onto his lap. He looked down, raised his hand and scratched its back. Tangdou felt comfortable with his scratching and stretched his waist lazily.
Zhu Xingyao found it hard to imagine Jiang Tu getting drunk, so she couldn't help but ask, "What would you do when you're drunk?"
Jiang Tu seemed to think of something bad and frowned: "Go to sleep."
"that's all?"
"Um."
"You don't feel anything when you're drunk?"
Jiang Tu paused and looked up at her: "When I'm drunk, I'll miss you more."
He was a very sober and restrained man. He would only indulge himself when he was drunk and his nerves were numb. But that feeling was not pleasant, because he had so few memories with her that he would think about her over and over again, or watch her concerts all night, flip through her photos, and dream about her.
It's a bit morbid actually.
Zhu Xingyao felt distressed again. She looked at him eagerly. Jiang Tu smiled and whispered, "I'm fine."
Xiaokui got some candy again! She moved her ears excitedly.
After returning to the room, she opened Weibo. Her Weibo ID is: Sunflower smiles every day.
Zhu Xingyao's fans all know that sometimes she can't help but post some of her daily life on Weibo, such as this one -
"What do you do when you're drunk?"
"sleep."
"that's all?"
"When I'm drunk, I'll miss you more."
Her fans immediately rushed to the post, and there were dozens of comments at once.
"Sunflower, you got it again! When will you post some photos?"
"No bad reviews for photos! You post them secretly every time without saying anything. Are you possessed by Jiang Tu?"
"I want to know... what do you think? Jinjiang is so strict now, and even Lin Xing doesn't dare to write about it. I want to know more about it."
What to think... There were a lot of replies below. Xiao Kui felt that they were driving, but she had no evidence and was worried about being seen by Zhu Xingyao, so she could only grit her teeth and delete it.
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A few days later, Zhu Xingyao changed her flight again and rushed back overnight. She didn't tell him that Jiang Tu had a social event that night. When Lao Liu sent her downstairs, it was already 11:30 in the evening. She looked up and saw that the lights in the house were dim.
When she got home, Tangdou was already sleeping in the cat bed. Hearing the noise, he crawled out again, raised his butt, bent his back, stretched out, and then slowly walked over to her.
"Tangdou, mom is back!" She picked up Tangdou happily, "Are you home alone?"
Tang Dou rubbed her lazily. Zhu Xingyao smiled and pushed the suitcase in. She sent a message to Jiang Tu: "Honey, is the social event almost over?"
After a while.
Jiang Tu: "It's over. We're almost home."
Almost there? Zhu Xingyao put down the sugar beans and went to take a shower first.
Jiang Tu called a designated driver and drove into the community. He drank too much tonight and was a little tipsy, but when he saw Lao Liu's car passing by, his eyes suddenly became clearer.
Ten minutes later, Jiang Tu opened the door and heard the sound of water in the bathroom. He took off his suit jacket and put it on the sofa. He unbuttoned his shirt and walked to the master bedroom. He stood at the door of the bathroom, looking at the glass door covered with mist and water stains. His throat suddenly tightened and he raised his hand to press on the door handle.
Suddenly she remembered that today was her menstrual period and paused again.
Ten minutes later, Zhu Xingyao opened the door and was stunned. Her eyes were misty and sparkling: "Brother Tu, when did you come back?"
"Just now." His voice was a little hoarse, and he coughed softly, "Why didn't you come back
tell me?"
"If I tell you, there won't be a surprise." Zhu Xingyao was wearing a nightgown and hugged his neck. She smelled the strong smell of alcohol on him, which was stronger than every time before. She looked up at him and asked, "Have you been drinking?"
Jiang Tu lowered his head and kissed her: "Hmm..."
Zhu Xingyao felt that his lips and tongue were hot. He put his hand on her belly, buried it in her neck and rubbed it gently, and asked her if her stomach hurt. Zhu Xingyao felt that his palms were hot, which was a little different from usual. She quickly avoided his kiss and touched his forehead: "Hubby, do you have a fever?"
"No, that's what happens when you drink too much."
Jiang Tu's tone was a little slow and dull, a little different from usual. Zhu Xingyao looked at him curiously. She took off his glasses, held his face and stared into his eyes seriously. Suddenly she smiled: "Are you drunk?"
"A little bit." Jiang Tu frowned, seeming a little uncomfortable.
Zhu Xingyao felt that he was the one who usually took care of her, and now that he was drunk, her chance to take care of him had come!
She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips like coaxing a child: "Then wait for me, I'll make you some hangover soup."
Usually when she drank alcohol, Xiaokui would make her some lemon water.
She opened the refrigerator and found that there were no lemons in it.
Zhu Xingyao took out his mobile phone and searched on Baidu. He picked one of the many methods for making hangover soup: egg white + milk, cook the soup and drink it together.
Baidu said that this cooking method can protect the gastric mucosa. Jiang Tu is in good health except for his stomach, which is not very good. He occasionally has stomachaches. He worked too hard in those years. Sometimes he worked overtime without any limit and it was impossible for him to eat on time.
Jiang Tu stood by the door, watching her crack an egg, breaking two pieces of eggshell into it, then remembered that he didn't bring the egg white separator, and searched through the boxes and cabinets for it... He walked over, took it out of the sterilizer, and handed it to her.
She smiled at him: "I'm quick!"
After a few seconds, she muttered, "Why do the eggshells always break when I crack them?"
"I'll teach you." He hugged her from behind, holding her hand, his warm breath brushing against her ear, "Be gentle, don't be so hard."
"oh… "
From beating eggs to separating egg whites, he held her in his arms and taught her step by step. Zhu Xingyao blinked. She was a kitchen novice, and it was not easy for her to master what he taught her. Even when they were resting at home, he would not hold her like this. She could feel his strong love for her, but she never felt that he was clingy.
She went to the refrigerator to get the milk and he followed.
She poured the milk and egg white into a small pot, turned on a low heat, and was hugged from behind again.
Zhu Xingyao blinked and felt... Jiang Tu was a little clingy tonight.
Her heart softened and she turned around and kissed him.
After a few minutes, the hangover soup was ready.
She took a sip and found the taste a bit strange. She pushed the bowl in front of him and said, "Drink it." Jiang Tu drank it in one breath. She was curious and said, "Brother Tu, did you really miss me when you drank too much in the past?"
Jiang Tu put down the bowl and looked up at her: "Yeah."
Tangdou suddenly jumped up and sat on his lap, and he stroked its fur. The man and the cat seemed very close. Zhu Xingyao spent less time at home than him, so Tangdou was closer to him. She suddenly felt a little jealous, so she stood up, walked over, picked up Tangdou, and sat on his lap.
"So what do you do?"
I miss her but I don't dare to send her a message...
Jiang Tu didn't wear glasses, and looked at her with his dark eyes: "Watch your concerts, listen to your music, and look through your photos."
"You sound like a big fan." She put her arm around his neck and smiled, "What else?"
Jiang Tu rested his chin on her shoulder and said in a low voice: "Then I dreamed of you."
"What did you dream about me?"
He paused and narrowed his eyes, "Are you sure you want to listen?"
Zhu Xingyao uttered a confused "ah", then quickly came to her senses, blushed, and whispered, "I thought you... I didn't expect you would have this kind of dream."
Jiang Tu was silent for a moment, and he looked at her with a half-smile: "We have been married for more than half a year. Am I usually too gentle to you? That's why you think I am so restrained that I don't even dream? Honey, this is a normal reaction for men."
Zhu Xingyao: “…”
She whispered back, "When you did that... where was the gentleness?" Jiang Tu's gentleness was usually only during foreplay. He was extremely persistent and patient in foreplay, and would only go in after making sure she didn't feel any pain. However, it was really not gentle at all, and most of the time it was a bit obsessive and crazy.
"Hmm?" He frowned.
"I keep bumping my head against the bed," she whispered.
"… "
Jiang Tu pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and smiled silently.
"It's half past twelve. Go take a shower. We should go to bed." Zhu Xingyao stood up. "I'll go find you pajamas."
More than ten minutes later, Jiang Tu came out of the bathroom and seemed to be more awake. He turned off the light, went to bed and hugged Zhu Xingyao in his arms. Zhu Xingyao looked up at him in the dim light and said softly, "Brother Tu, I used to dream about you often, at least twice a week."
"Nightmare?" Jiang Tu was a little sleepy and opened his eyes again. She never talked about her nightmares, but he had learned from a psychiatrist that she had nightmares over and over again.
Zhu Xingyao nestled in his arms and whispered, "Sometimes it starts out as a good dream... I dreamed that I was pregnant, yours."