Chapter 166 Husband's white moonlight likes me (66)
In this world, there are no open-minded feelings at all.
So is love, so is family affection, and so is friendship. Love cannot be desecrated, and the appearance of a third party is not allowed to contaminate the sacred place of love; in family relationships, a family will always be torn apart because of partiality between people; in this case, why should friendship be the exception?
Everyone wants to be the only one. Even if the conditions don’t allow it, at least they hope that they can be the first choice.
However, human is a creature pushed forward by desire. Once a human reaches the first position of her corresponding position, she will set her sights on other positions.
That position obviously shouldn't belong to her.
If this is the case, does it mean that any kind of relationship in this world, whether family, friendship, or love, is actually the same in the final analysis.
Zhao Tianman looked at Jiaoyang in front of him with a dazed expression.
If only she didn't care about Zhou Zixiu or her family. Now Jiaoyang no longer cares about her family like before.
It would be great if she didn't care about Zhou Zixiu. In fact, she doesn't care much about Zhou Zixiu either.
Then does she care about herself?
In the end, Sheng Jia accidentally came over to save the siege, wearing an apron, and brought over a burnt apple pie.
"Hey, I said, is there a problem with the circuit in this hotel?"
Zhao Tianman came back to his senses all of a sudden, frowned, and walked over cursingly.
"I'm a rookie in cooking, so don't attribute the problem to other things. Come and let me show you."
Sheng Jia took off her apron and asked, "What do you eat?"
Zhao Tianman began to place the plates: "Sandwiches."
"What?!"
Sheng Jia's face suddenly collapsed, and then he began to taunt: "Just put some cooked vegetables in a few slices of bread, and then squeeze salad dressing, and you are ashamed to say that you can cook? I don't know what you are going to show Big battle."
"It's good if you can eat it. Jiao Yang didn't say anything, but your mouth is precious, right?"
Zhao Tianman looked up at him and threw the burnt pot to him: "It's better than you, master of black apple pie?"
Sheng Jia rubbed her nose, and snorted coldly: "I'm still young, and I have the opportunity to show my cooking skills, but you, be careful if you don't get married in the future, whoever marries you will be unlucky!"
"Get out of here!"
A frying pan was thrown at him, Sheng Jia dodged calmly.
There was a crackling sound from the kitchen, and Jiao Yang smiled and put her arms around Zhou Zixiu's neck next to her.
"Husband, Xiaojia and Tianman are really right, aren't they?"
The corners of Zhou Zixiu's mouth twitched: Just this, how did she see that she was right?
"Let's order takeaway and let the person at the front desk of the hotel deliver it."
"No," Jiaoyang stopped him, "Leave it to Tianman, so that the two of them can spend more time together."
However, the two of them still couldn't agree with her in the end. Sheng Jia took off her apron, walked out of the kitchen, and threw it on the sofa angrily.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Jiao Yang and Zhou Zixiu so close.
Besides being jealous, she did not forget to be careful: "Sister!"
Jiao Yang turned around to look at him: "What's wrong?"
It was indeed a small scar, which was scalded and peeled off. It was red and scary.
Jiaoyang pressed her finger: "Does it hurt?"
Sheng Jia burst into tears: "It hurts."
Actually it wasn’t pain, he had learned to endure such a small wound by himself since he was a child. He was actually moved, and besides being moved, he was also wronged.
Sheng Jia thought that she would not care about him, let alone the trivial matter of being burned. But when he yelled, she came over anyway.
The boy lowered his head, his eyes flushed.
She is always like this, hot and cold towards him, uncertain. As a result, even if he thought badly about her, he didn't know what to do.
He couldn't guess her at all.
Jiao Yang pulled Sheng Jia's wrist and walked to the cubicle: "There is a medicine box next to it, I will give you medicine."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Zhou Zixiu as a signal, and he nodded to her.
Sheng Jia bit her lip and let out a small "hmm".
Didn't expect her to continue in the next sentence: "It's as if I paid back the favor you gave me to bandage last time."
Sheng Jia was stunned, followed by a pause in her footsteps, and her body temperature also cooled down.
Unknowingly, she led her to the sofa next door, and Sheng Jia didn't know how she sat down.
His hand was grabbed by her while it was numb, and she let her bandage and apply medicine to herself.
Sheng Jia thought in confusion, even if she took out a dagger to stab him to death at this time, he would probably let her succeed in a daze.
He laughed at himself in his heart.
"Okay, the wound has been bandaged. I just sterilized you and applied anti-inflammatory medicine. Remember not to wet the wound these days, and come to me every day to change the dressing."
Jiao Yang took back her medicine box.
Sheng Jia looked at the jumping red lips in front of him, and coupled with the fact that there was no one around, he gradually became more courageous. Heartbroken, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and kissed her in this position.
His hands tightly fettered her too slender arms, not giving her the slightest chance to break free.
The boy's eyelashes trembled desperately, he felt sinking and lost, a feeling he had never felt since that night. His body ached from thinking about it, and it was about to drive him crazy.
I don't know how long it took, Sheng Jia let go of her, his eyes were blurred, and he was still panting.
In contrast, Jiaoyang returned to normal the moment he let go of her. Indifferently, he continued to pack the half-packed medicine box just now.
"Also, did you hear the things I told you to pay attention to just now? Do you need me to repeat it to you?"
Sheng Jia froze for a moment, raised his head, and looked at her in astonishment.
But she saw her expression was cold, unaffected at all, as if nothing had happened just now.
"Are you kidding me?"
His pupils trembled, he grabbed Jiao Yang again, pressed her on the sofa, and kissed her lips again easily.
Below her, her long hair is spread out, and the skirt is also spread on the sofa, like a delicate and sacred flower that is being profaned.
This time, Sheng Jiakiss was even more selfless and lasted longer than last time.
When he let go of Jiaoyang again, she just fixed her hair, tidied up the clothes that had been wrinkled by him just now, and looked at him more calmly than last time.
"As I said, there is no need to do such a thing anymore, it is meaningless."
(end of this chapter)