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2.14 Mistakes

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    As soon as my wife went out, the tense expression she had just had because of nervousness melted away, and she smiled at her mother, who also smiled: "You are really stupid, and I don't blame your wife for talking about you," I continued to accept my mother's words with a smile.  teachings.  "You are not as good as your father. Your father is a good guy and can cook a meal." The father turned his head and smiled when his mother praised him.  I giggled, indeed, my ability to take care of myself is a bit poor, I can eat in the cafeteria at work, and I don¡¯t know anything about cooking.

    I was at fault for today's matter, why would I call me trash, and the child didn't say anything, how would I know she was going to pee, forget it, let her scold me after a few words.

    Chatting with my parents while watching TV, before I knew it, it was half past nine.  It is estimated that the child has already fallen asleep, "I passed" and said goodbye to the parents.

    After entering the house, I turned on the light, searched for the sound in the bedroom, pushed the door lightly, and it was actually locked. My head was swollen and painful due to the rapid congestion. I never thought that such a thing would happen. There are no precedents.  Overwhelmed.

    I am pacing in the living room, trying to calm my aching mind a bit. How to deal with the current crisis?  When he walked to the door of the bedroom again, he lifted his legs vigorously, and then punched out with a heavy punch.

    When all the fists and feet were scattered in the air, I readjusted my emotions, approached the door, and called softly: "wife, wife." With the light knocking, I finally waited for the sound in the room, and the sound of slippers being dragged closer and closer,  Open the door, turn around and leave, I finally got in the door.  A kind of grievance, a kind of deep grievance, made me not want to say anything, didn't wash up, undressed quickly, and went to bed.

    In the dark, I stared hard at my eyes so that no tears would flow out. I couldn¡¯t figure out what made my wife so indifferent. The chaotic thinking made my brain confused. The wife next to me kept turning her body, as if calling for my compromise.  , well, keep the previous tradition and don't leave the contradictions to tomorrow's sun.

    I turned around, groped and touched my wife's arm, shook it lightly, my wife turned around, and the light from the street lamp outside the window was projected on my wife's round eyes, with cold eyes, silently waiting for my opening remarks.

    "I made a mistake with my wife!" It's always been my style to first admit my mistakes.

    "It's just making the child pee his pants, why are you so angry?" If I still don't get a response, should I just keep talking like this.

    "As for!" Ah, it's not my wife's style to respond so quickly.

    I dare not say anything more, and the vocabulary of apology may still be useful: "I'm sorry wife, I will not dare to do it next time, and next time I pee my pants and I won't let the child pee."

    In the dark, I can still feel my wife smiling: "Don't be poor."

    I got into her bed while smiling, my wife bowed her lower body and let me intrude.  "I'm just angry. Every time you do something wrong, your mother will protect you. Look at me today." Thinking of the scene at that time, she was referring to a few words her mother said.  "Besides, you're still angry." She stretched out her little hand to my inner thigh, twisted it quickly, and I pretended to cry out in pain.  "Tell me, you're an idiot."

    "I am, I am" admits that even though she feels dissatisfied, it is better to untangle her heart.  "My mother will definitely protect me. If you did something wrong, wouldn't your mother want to protect you? This is human nature."

    "Stop talking, let's talk about your problem." My wife's desire to fight, which had been relaxed by my persuasion, suddenly became tense again.  "What, my question, what question?"

    I chuckled at her: "Ha, when will you finish?"

    The wife also laughed, "Hey, just wait, I guess this time it's a dead end."

    I shook my head and got back into my bed.  "Come here, you can't come here." My wife said sternly, I went back and hugged my wife.  "It's not too bad." My wife squeezed into my arms hard.

    After chatting a few words about tomorrow's plan, my wife is going shopping again, hey, let's accompany her!  If you don't want to, you have to accompany me.

    The wind and rain have passed, just like that, go to sleep sweetly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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