Chapter 143 Silly boy
It’s a done deal.
Speaking out will only cause more trouble and won't change anything.
Wen Baijing put down his wine glass, crossed his long legs, and tapped his thighs with his fingers from time to time. "Is she okay the other day?"
Lu Yu pretended to be stupid and asked, "Which day?"
They knew exactly what day it was.
Wen Baijing's expression changed and he glanced at him sideways with a hint of annoyance.
Lu Yu grinned at him, pretending to be humorous: "She's been doing fine these days, do you really want her to commit suicide for you?"
Wen Baijing frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and said with a somewhat relieved tone: "As long as she is okay."
And it seems a little lost.
Lu Yu couldn't help but feel sorry for her, so he consoled her, "Don't stay up late and drink every day. Isn't grandpa urging you to have a grandson? Even if you don't plan to get pregnant, it's not good for your health. We are all over 30, and our bodies can't stand this."
Which pot does not open which pot.
Wen Baijing raised his hand to support his forehead. His headache got worse for no reason when he heard this. "It's too early to go back and I won't be able to sleep."
Lu Yu also drank a lot of wine and joked, "If you do more physical work, you won't suffer from insomnia. Ye Zhenzhen once said that when she was a child, she would pick cotton every day and could fall asleep lying in the cotton field..."
The frontier is somewhat mysterious in the eyes of mainlanders. At that time, when they chatted, they would ask Ye Zhenzhen about the local conditions and customs of her hometown. Ye Zhenzhen talked about her school days. Every year, the school would have more than 20 days off during the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day. Starting from the third grade of elementary school, every student had to pick cotton to work and study, and contribute to the construction of the school.
Wen Baijing turned around and stared at him with an unclear expression, not saying anything for a long time.
Wen Baijing once joked with Ye Zhenzhen: "Someday I will go and experience picking cotton to see if I am tired enough to sleep in the cotton field."
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes widened, and she held his head and shook it repeatedly, unable to help but laughing wildly as she shook it: "Silly boy, I'll help you shake the water out of your brain. I won't charge you any money, I'll just consider it as a good deed."
Wen Baijing laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.
Ye Zhenzhen threw herself on him and laughed until tears came out. "Silly boy, if you say you want to go riding horses in the desert, visit ancient cities, climb snow-capped mountains, and see lavender, I fully agree with you."
She changed the subject: "Are all rich people's brain circuits as unusual as yours?"
Wen Baijing clamped her jaw, tapped her dimple with his middle finger, and said in feigned anger: "Ye Zhenzhen, are you calling me stupid?"
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't stop giggling and tried to defend herself, "How could that be? My Wen Baijing is so smart."
Wen Baijing nodded in satisfaction, loosened his hand that was clamped on her jaw, and loosely wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Everything goes to extremes!"
Ye Zhenzhen muttered to herself.
"Okay! Ye Zhenzhen, you're still calling me stupid..."
Wen Baijing held her tightly with one hand and tickled her with the other, making her smile and beg for mercy.
Her just the right amount of mischief always made him laugh. He was helpless with her, but he also liked to hear her hearty and unbridled laughter.
Seeing him in a daze, Lu Yu tilted his head and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Wen Baijing came back to his senses and said to himself: "Now there are cotton pickers..."
It was past twelve o'clock, and everyone was feeling a little groggy. It was almost time for everyone to go home.
It was almost one o'clock when we returned to Huanhuaxi Villa in the north of the city from the club. This villa was the wedding house that Wen Xin had bought for Wen Baijing. It had two floors underground and three floors above ground. The first floor was for reception and dining, the nanny also lived on the first floor, Li Jiao lived on the second floor, and Wen Baijing lived on the third floor.
Wen Baijing took the elevator from the underground garage directly to the third floor, and yawned as he went to take a shower.
He walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. When he looked up suddenly, Li Jiao walked up to him with a cup of warm water.
Li Jiao's big wavy hair was meticulously groomed, and her back was fully exposed in a black silk suspender nightgown.
With every step she took, an enchanting fragrance wafted along with her.
Li Jiao smiled: "Brother Bai Jing, are you tired from socializing? Have some hot water.
Wen Baijing glanced at the water cup with an indifferent expression: "Why don't you rest so late?"
Li Jiao came over, took his arm affectionately, and rubbed his arm with her upper body intentionally or unintentionally, "I'm waiting for you..."
Wen Baijing pulled his arm back and said in an unromantic way: "Go back to your room and rest early. I'm very tired and want to sleep."
Li Jiao's expression changed slightly, but she smiled again in a second, "I want to sleep here with you, okay?"
Wen Baijing pretended not to get the hint and continued to order people to leave: "If you like my room, then I will give it to you and sleep somewhere else."
Li Jiao grabbed his arm and said, "We are married. Is there any problem with husband and wife sleeping together?"
Wen Baijing remained silent.
Li Jiao continued, "Grandpa has always wanted to have a grandchild. You have been avoiding me since we got engaged. How can I have a child alone?"
Wen Baijing pushed her arm away again without changing his expression, "I don't want to have a baby."
Li Jiao became emotional: "Is it because I have no charm, or do you have something to hide? We don't even have a normal married life, why are you leaving me alone like this?"
She thought she was quite charming and it was not difficult for her to seduce a man, but Wen Baijing was unmoved. She could not find a way out and did not know how to win over her husband.
From various hints to the current explicit indication.
Wen Baijing refused to respond.
Wen Baijing ignored her and walked to the closet, took out a bathrobe and put it on.
He is just like Liuxiahui, a gentleman who remains calm even when a woman sits on his lap.
Li Jiao put the cup in her hand down on the bedside table, angrily: "How am I inferior to a nightclub girl? You like vulgarity, I dress like this to cater to your vulgarity, why do you ignore me!"
Wen Baijing walked to the sofa and sat down, and asked indifferently: "What nightclub girl?"
Li Jiao sneered: "Do you really think I'm a fool? Can I go online too? I'm not blind or deaf. Didn't you marry me just to suppress those bad rumors on the Internet?"
Wen Baijing lazily folded his legs, crossed his fingers on his thighs, and raised his eyebrows with interest: "How come I don't know anything? Tell me about it?"
Li Jiao's eyes were erratic, but she calmed down and pretended to be confused: "I didn't believe the rumors at first, but now it seems that the rumors on the Internet are true."
Wen Baijing saw through it but didn't say anything. He took the cigarette box on the table, lit a cigarette slowly, and looked at her with cold eyes to see how she was going to continue this scene.
Li Jiao hit a snag and had no place to vent her anger, so she had to change her strategy and play the emotional card.
"Brother Bai Jing, do you know that I have liked you since I was a child? My biggest dream when I was a child was to marry you, and now my dream has come true."
"Do you know how happy I was on my wedding day? I didn't even fall asleep the night before..."
Wen Baijing exhaled thick smoke, a sneer on his lips.
He didn't know whether Li Jiao fell asleep the night before her wedding, nor did he care.
He didn't sleep well.
Wen Baijing stood up and prepared to see the guest off, speaking at a leisurely pace: "After this, go back to sleep, you still have to go to work tomorrow!"
As he said this, he pulled Li Jiao's arm and politely asked her to leave the room.
Li Jiao stood outside the door and kept knocking on it. With some anger, she shouted unwillingly: "Wen Baijing! Open the door for me..."
"Do you really want to remain chaste for that woman?"
In a fit of rage, he kicked twice to vent his anger.
Wen Baijing put the earplugs in his ears, then lay in bed and checked his phone.
I opened Weibo out of habit and saw someone posted a picture of the sunset. The sky and the earth were vast, the clouds were as gorgeous as an oil painting, and a desert lay quietly on the horizon.
The beauty is both moving and rugged, with a hint of desolation.
The wind is also wrapped in vicissitudes of life.
The caption is: The spring breeze from the south of the Yangtze River cannot reach the Yumen Pass, and the Qiang flute from outside the Great Wall cannot reach the south of the Yangtze River.