MTL - My Husband With Scholar Syndrome-Chapter 44 pissed off

It was very late when the two returned yesterday, but still did not escape the good eyesight of Uncle Li 2.0, went out one day, came back and changed clothes so important He was reported to Bai's parents that night.

Bai Mu's daydreaming excitedly, in the middle of the night, the tossing Bai Fu couldn't sleep well.

"It was so rainy yesterday, Xiaoya and Xiaochuan must have been raining, and then they changed their clothes by the way. What a fuss." Bai Father didn't understand, and his wife was so excited.

"You're an uninteresting straight man." Li Rong turned his back and opened the quilt to lie down.

"..." How can I be a straight man, no, why am I not interested? Bai Guoyu sighed helplessly, afraid to speak again, for fear of being rushed to the study.

Because Li Rong was late last night, Li Rong didn't talk to Shirakawa much, so the next morning, Li Rong couldn't help but ask a few more words.

"Thunder yesterday, did Xiaochuan really not scare?" Li Rong asked Mu Xiaoya.

"I'm not scared, Ogawa is no longer afraid of thunder." On a rainy day, even she looked a little bit frightened. Shirakawa could still pull her into the rain. There was still a little fear. Thinking of this, Mu Xiaoya couldn't help thinking of the kiss in the rain yesterday, she was frightened and quickly took a sip of iced milk to cool down herself.

Although I had known about this on the phone yesterday, Shirakawa, who had hated thunderstorms since childhood, suddenly was not afraid of thunder, and it still made the Bai family feel a little mysterious.

Why is it suddenly all right?

"Xiaochuan, why are you suddenly not afraid of thunder?" Li Rong asked looking at Shirakawa.

Shirakawa paused to eat, frowning in a little embarrassment. He heard his mother's question, but he didn't know how to express the change in his heart.

He was suddenly not afraid.

"Ogawa, Mom asks you something." Mu Xiaoya thought that Shirakawa didn't hear it, reminding him softly.

Shirakawa looked at his mother and looked at Mu Xiaoya who reminded him, then suddenly leaned to the side, and kissed Mu Xiaoya the moment he hadn't responded.

"In this way, you will not be afraid." Shirakawa felt that this wave of action should explain clearly.

"Hey!"

"Slap."

Bai Yan's chopsticks fell on the table, Bai Guoyu's plate broke to the ground, and Li Rong's blush was worse than that of Mu Xiaoya. The difference is that Mu Xiaoya is ashamed, she is excited.

"I ... I've eaten well." There is nothing to kiss, but it's nothing to be kissed by my husband, but when my husband-in-law is asked to stare, it is not that her Mu Xiaoya's skin can be hoLD. Mu Xiaoya dropped her chopsticks and fled.

Shirakawa stunned, followed her daughter-in-law's motion, dropped her chopsticks, and left.

After the two parties left, the living room remained quiet for a while, until Li Rong broke the silence with an excited scream.

"Xiaochuan is getting rid of it?" Li Rong grabbed her husband's sleeve and shook with excitement. "I said, I'm right, the woman's intuition is the most accurate."

"I saw it, I saw it." Bai Guoyu was also very pleased, but this kind of thing need not be so obvious. I did not see the two children scared away.

After a short while, Bai picked up his chopsticks calmly and continued the breakfast that he hadn't finished. He was a serious man, not as old and ashamed as his parents, and actually talked about his son's daughter-in-law.

"Husband, you're right, you should let them move out. Only one day, there has been such a big progress." Regarding the matter of moving out of Shirakawa, Li Rong has only one thing to worry about. Already.

"Here is the replay?" Bai Guoyu laughed.

"Rest assured, too rest assured." More than rest assured, she wished to let them move out today. "Baiyu, the house is a good choice."

"..." Since he was a child, Bai Ye has no shortage of praise, and has never refused to accept praise, but today he really does not want to accept the praise. Does this matter have a logical relationship with the house he chose? ?

"I've eaten too." Bai Yan couldn't listen anymore, so he didn't even care about drinking coffee, and got up to leave the restaurant.

"Xiao Ya is so busy with work. Otherwise, I asked Uncle Li to help them directly renovate the house so that they can move in faster."

"Not all said, let them set up their own room, Ogawa has obsessive-compulsive disorder, where is not satisfied, it should be uncomfortable again ..."

"You said, if they move out and live well, will we be able to hug our grandson next year?"

"Is it a bit faster?"

"..." Bai Ye's footsteps decisively accelerated again.

Here, Mu Xiaoya covered her face and returned to the room, only to feel that she had gone downstairs to see someone.

"It's okay, it's okay. Shirakawa and I are serious couples. What happened to kiss my cheek?" Mu Xiaoya kept hypnotizing herself. But no matter how hard she tried to hypnotize, as long as she thought of the horrified eyes of the three people downstairs just now, she couldn't wait to dig a hole into it.

"Yeah!" Mu Xiaoya slammed onto the bed fiercely, rolled up the sheets, wrapped herself into a silkworm, and yelled, "I blame Ogawa, why kiss me."

As soon as Shirakawa entered the door, he heard Mu Xiaoya blame him, and his face suddenly turned white. He stood on the bed with his lips pursed, watching the rolling rolls on the bed, waiting stubbornly. He waited until Mu Xiaoya calmed down and finally emerged from the quilt before saying wronged.

"It's what you said. It doesn't matter when I want to kiss."

"..." Mu Xiaoya blinked, and for a moment she was a little bit stunned by the embarrassing look of her husband-in-law.

"Did you forget it again?"

"I ... no." Even if she has a bad memory, she won't forget what she promised yesterday.

"Then you intend to regret it?" Shirakawa's voice trembled, as if trying to suppress something. He can accept Mu Xiaoya's bad memory, because he forgot to remind him. But if Mu Xiaoya repents, he doesn't know what to do.

"Remorse? Then ..."

"No!" Shirakawa yelled out of despair before Mu Xiaoya finished speaking. Promised things, how can you regret it.

"You fierce me?" Mu Xiaoya was not only stunned, but also novel.

"I ..." I didn't want to kill you, I just ... I couldn't control myself.

No, I promised Xiaoya, I will try to control myself when I get sick. Shirakawa's response came quickly, he turned quickly, ran to the desk, and pulled out the headphones Mu Xiaoya bought for him in the cabinet. Open it quickly, then cover your ears.

Shirakawa closed her eyes and collapsed on the chair as if she had been redeemed. Closing his eyes, only Mu Xiaoya's singing voices exist in his world, and only a picture of them on the hillside in his mind. In this way, he will not be out of control.

This is ... angry.

Behind a desk, Mu Xiaoya looked at Shirakawa quietly. It is said that the mood of autistic patients is very unstable, and sometimes they lose their temper for some inexplicable reasons. But for so long with Shirakawa, this is the first time she has seen Shirakawa lose her temper. And the reason for the tantrum is quite cute.

After singing through the headphones, Shirakawa's mood gradually eased. He opened his eyes and saw Mu Xiaoya at the other end of the table.

"Xiaoya." Shirakawa put down his headset, his expression still a little grieved.

"Huh?" Mu Xiaoya responded, and she was curious what Shirakawa would tell her at this time.

"You said, if you do something that makes me uncomfortable in the future, you can promise me a condition, right?" Shirakawa looked at Mu Xiaoya nervously, for fear of this, Mu Xiaoya also forgot to forget It's time to repent.

"Um." Mu Xiaoya nodded.

"That ... I was uncomfortable just now," Shirakawa said.

"Saw it." But you control yourself very well.

"I want to ask," Shirakawa said bluntly.

"You said."

"What happened yesterday ... you can't regret it." Shirakawa's tone was domineering. "You can't regret anything you promised me."

"OK." Mu Xiaoya chuckled.

Forget it, isn't that just being on the sidelines, what's the big deal. It really doesn't work, I'm just going to be thicker.

Shirakawa, who had been promised, was broken. He followed Mu Xiaoya and laughed out. The overbearing point just now disappeared like a fleeting flower in a deep dimple.

Because of such a small episode, Mu Xiaoya was in a good mood all day, so that her inspiration doubled and her work efficiency improved sharply. A new shoe design draft for the next season was published one week in advance.

"Have you been possessed by the Muse recently? Inspiration is amazing." Fang Hui looked at Mu Xiaoya's latest draft design and said, "Also, I always think your design draft is stronger than when you were in school. Much more. Compared with yours, the drawings I drew can't be sold at all. "

Although her grades were inferior to that of Mu Xiaoya when she was in college, there was no such big difference. If inspiration is based on talent, and she can't compare it in this respect, then even the completeness of the design draft, Mu Xiaoya has surpassed her too much. Mu Xiaoya's method of drawing design drawings is more concise and accurate, which is very different from before.

"I wasn't going to study abroad before? I was afraid I couldn't keep up, so I did some homework," Mu Xiaoya explained. Her current design abilities were developed after four years of polishing studies, which is naturally much better than at the university.

"Okay, the better you are, the more I will take advantage." Fang Hui just marveled at the progress of her friends, had envy, but didn't have much jealousy. "Well, the first week's sales report came out, than we expected. It's ten percentage points higher. "

"Really ?!" Mu Xiaoya was surprised to receive the report that Fang Hui handed over. The others didn't look at it, went straight to the column of profit, "100,000, we made 100,000 yuan a week?"

"Look at you stupid, where do we go. There are only three shoes, and the cost will be deducted, and the profit will be divided into half for me. Think about it, if you plan these out, the entire store will be sold Of our shoes, how much can we earn? ”Fang Hui looked calm in front of Mu Xiaoya. In fact, she did not perform much better than Mu Xiaoya when she first got the report.

"I'm very satisfied." When he was a designer in the previous life, Mu Xiaoya also produced a few very popular shoes. At that time, the company's bonus was only 100,000. Now she runs a studio by herself and earns 100,000 a week, and this profit is sustainable.

"I will try harder to catch up with Shirakawa," Mu Xiaoya said excitedly.

"Why, Shirakawa doesn't support you?" Fang Hui squinted.

"Support him, he supports me, and I support him, too." Mu Xiaoya laughed. "The husband and wife are economically independent, and marriage can last long."

"Why, it's stressful to get married."

"No ..." Mu Xiaoya replied, "It's just that my family is so good, and I have to work hard."

"You can die without showing grace?" Fang Hui could not help rolling her eyes.

"People who show or show are dying, why not show?" Mu Xiaoya said cheekily.

"Oh! Look at my goosebumps." Fang Hui stretched his arms directly in front of Mu Xiaoya, showing his goosebumps in his arm.

Mu Xiaoya opened a slap with anger.

"You're not afraid. You have become too good. Other people say that Shirakawa is not worthy of you." Fang Hui joked.

"Not afraid, Shirakawa doesn't understand anyway." In this regard, Mu Xiaoya really didn't worry at all. Don't talk about Shirakawa behind the scenes, you just discuss it in person, and their family Shirakawa is too lazy to talk about it.

"It's a tragic autism. You have been told that you feel better." Fang Hui sighed.