075 Wife

Song Chun and Zhou Yishu went into the elevator, "Yi Shu, I didn't expect that your classmate was quite enthusiastic."

"Real?"

Song Chun laughed and said, "Haha, don't you see that she is very warm to me?"

When Zhou Yushu stepped out of the elevator door, she didn't forget to give a man a big white eye. "What do you think of her? She is our flower."

Song Chun came to Zhou Yishu's ear and asked softly, "Are you jealous?"

"You're less beautiful. I don't have it." Zhou Yushu turned her head and pouted.

Song Chun stretched out his hand and patted her on the face. Before Zhou Yishu could react, his lips were imprinted on her face.

Zhou Yishu looked at him with a bad smile on his face, and couldn't help but frown in place.

Song Chun hurried forward and said flatteringly, "My wife, it's in public now. At least give me some face. Please bear with it and don't scold me."

Zhou Yushu was amused by his flattering expression.

When she got home, Zhou Yishu sat down on the sofa. Song Chun came to her and asked, "Yi Shu, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Song Chun took her hand, squatted down and said, "Have you seen your classmates, so you have a lot of feelings and sadness?"

"Why should I be sad?"

Song Chun scratched her nose with a smile, "Why are you so fierce? Why don't I go to the convenience store downstairs to buy some snacks and serve my wife watching TV, okay?"

Zhou Yushu looked at him and nodded.

Song Chun turned around and went out of the door. Zhou Yishu got up and walked into the bathroom. She doesn't know what's going on. Since Song Chun promised to marry her, she has always been troubled by an inexplicable emotion, a little depressed and sad. She always feels that all this is very unreal. Is this the happiness she wants? However, why does she feel as if something has changed? The better Song Chun is to her, the more uneasy she is.

Is this the legendary premarital anxiety disorder? Or, after all, she can't let go of what happened during the day today?

It's really uncomfortable to want to ask but not to ask.

Zhou Yishu took a shower and put on her bathrobe and wrapped her hair in a bath towel. As soon as she walked out of the bathroom, she heard the sound of Song Chun opening the door. She hurriedly picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa.

"Yi Shu, you're watching TV." Song Chun took off his shoes and said.

"Well, in fact, there is nothing to see." Zhou Yushu changed the channel one by one.

Song Chun walked into the living room and said, "You have taken a shower. Why is it so fast?"

Zhou Yushu stared at the TV screen and did not answer him.

Song Chun stepped forward and put the bag in his hand on the coffee table. "Do you know? When I went to the convenience store just now, the little girl there didn't stare at me again this time. Do you know what she said to me today?

"What are you talking about?"

"She said that I must have a greedy girlfriend, and then I said, you were wrong, not a girlfriend, but a wife. You don't know. After she heard this, the corners of her mouth twitched, haha..."

"Soong Chun..."

"Haha, this little girl must have taken a fancy to me."

"Song Chun..." Zhou Yishu shouted again, but someone still laughed spontaneously. He picked up a bag of potato chips and sent them to Zhou Yishu's mouth. Zhou Yishu took it at all politely.

Song Chun sat down beside Li Yi Shu and said with a smile, "Qi Shu, what do you think I should do? I'm too handsome and distressed."

"Soong Chun..."

"You must want me to say stinky again, don't you?"

Zhou Yushu stared at the TV screen. What's wrong with this damn man? Why do you always mention some unrelevant women in front of her intentionally or unintentionally today?

Song Chun restrained the smile on his face, raised his head, and quietly looked at Zhou Yishu, "Yi Shu, what's wrong with this? Who made our girl angry?"

Zhou Yushu lowered her head slightly, but did not answer.

For a while, there was only the dialogue between the hero and heroine in the TV series in the living room.

"Yi Shu, don't think nonsense. I'm just talking casually to make you happy." Song Chun has guessed seven or eight points. What can this girl do to hide from him? Well, since she doesn't ask, he is not in a hurry to say it. Let her be distressed for one night first.

Zhou Yishu stuffed a handful of potato chips and chewed them slowly in her mouth. It was her favorite sweet and spicy taste, but now it is the same as chewing wax.

"Yi Shu, are you worried? I think you seem to be very unhappy."

"No." Zhou Yushu smiled at him.

Song Chun held her hand and said, "Yi Shu, no matter what happens, you must tell me, don't hold on by yourself, okay?"

Zhou Yushu nodded gently, and the bath towel wrapped around her head fell off, and her wet hair stuck to her face and neck.

"Why don't you dry your hair? Be careful not to catch a cold." With that, Song Chun stood up in a hurry.

Song Chun took out a dry towel from the bathroom to help Zhou Yishu gently wipe her hair. Looking at his figure around the sofa, a tear slipped from the corner of Zhou Yishu's eyes without warning. Zhou Yushu hurriedly lowered her head and covered her face with her hair.

"Yi Shu, please raise your head first. It hasn't been dry yet. I'll blow it for you with a hairdryer."

"No, I'll do it myself."

"Yi Shu, you must have something on your mind." Song Chun stood in front of her with a hair dryer in her hand. Zhou Yishu lowered her head and stared at the ground without answering.

Song Chun squatted down and pushed away the messy hair in front of her with his hand. He gently picked up her face, and Zhou Yishu forgot to breathe for a moment.

"Yi Shu, why are you crying?" Song Chun held her in his arms, "Yi Shu..."

Zhou Yishu slowly closed her eyes and quietly leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Okay, let's dry our hair first, okay?" With that, Song Chun picked up the hairdryer again.

Zhou Yushu grabbed his hand and said, "I'll do it myself."

Song Chun looked at her fixedly, "Let me help you."

With that, he pressed the button.

I don't know why, Zhou Yushu's heart also trembled gently.

Song Chun was very serious. He blew dry her hair one by one. Looking at his attentiveness, Zhou Yishu suddenly wanted to cry.

"Well, if you blow my hair again, it will be scorched by you." Zhou Yishu pretended to be angry and grabbed the hair dryer in his hand. Only in this way could she resist the tears in her eyes.

"No, what are you going to do?" Song Chun still looked at her with a hair dryer in his hand, "Please, this is the first time I've blown a woman's hair. At least you have to give face."

Zhou Yushu took his hand with a smile and turned off the switch. "No, my hair is dry, so I told you not to blow it."

Song Chun had no choice but to put the hairdryer aside.

Zhou Yishu took a breath and turned her back to him, but was grabbed by Song Chun. "What's the matter, my President Song?"

Song Chun hurriedly leaned over to her, "Are you really all right?"

Zhou Yushu nodded gently, "I'm sure and I'm fine."

Song Chun unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, "Yi Shu, it seems that I will spend more time with you in the future. I want to develop in the direction of a housewife and a man. I want to learn to do housework and take good care of you."

Zhou Yushu said with a smile, "Okay, I know." Such a man who dominates the market, who would have thought that he would be at home with such a humble side in front of her. He is deliberately flattering her, which she knows, but once the diaphragm in her heart is formed, it is not so easy to eliminate.

Song Chun suddenly became serious and said, "Yi Shu, don't laugh like this, okay? I'm talking to you very seriously."

"Then I can cry." With that, Zhou Yushu immediately put away her smile.

Song Chun hugged her and said, "That's even worse. I still like you with a smile on your face and happy heart."