The painful torture of Heiyang ends in fourteen minutes.

Xingyun and her father seemed to have met a good relative on the street, and they naturally couldn't help but ask about their well-being when they met during the Chinese New Year.

The communication between the two sides naturally hangs up in a harmonious atmosphere, allowing Heiyang to take off the mature masks of the social people who are not used to wearing.

"call!"

Heiyang let out a long sigh, showing a relieved expression.

He took off the communication spirit stone floating in the air, threw it a few times, turned his head and handed it to Hongli.

"Xiaoli, your communication spirit stone..."

Before Heiyang could finish his speech, he was hit on his face by a cup of water.

"Ha, husband, have you finished the communication?"

Hongli had a sweet smile and said in a gentle tone: "You must be thirsty when you say so much. Hurry up, drink some water to moisten your throat."

"Uh, that..."

Heiyang's eyelids jumped, he leaned back on his tactical action, and reached out to pull out the water cup: "Please trouble you Xiaoli.

But you can wait for drinking water first, your communication spirit stone..."

"Oh, it's not trouble, no trouble, whoever we are with, what are you doing so politely?"

Hongli took back the water cup and took out the bottle of juice: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to drink water!

Now, juice, husband, do you want apple or orange flavor, or you want it all?

I just bought it, so I endured it and didn’t drink it. I just waited for the communication to let you drink it first!”

"Uh, Xiaoli, you drink it first is nothing, I won't mind this..."

Heiyang looked helpless: "Well, I said, you put away your communication spirit stone first and then..."

"Hey? Don't you drink juice either? It's obviously the ones you like to drink in your daily life..."

Hongli was surprised and smiled confidently in a flash: "But it doesn't matter-

I am so gentle, considerate and virtuous, so I naturally took this possibility into consideration!"

"I still have milk!"

Hongli handed a bottle of milk to Heiyang's face again: "Honey, drink, drink quickly, why are you standing there?"

"I said, that, communication spirit stone..."

Heiyang's eyelids twitched. Hongli's words made him think of the scene of feeding chicken soup to a weasel.

"Ah, I get it!"

Hongli suddenly realized, and a small flame popped out from her fingertips: "Husband, you must think the milk is too cold, let me heat it up..."

"Stop, stop, don't!"

Heiyang quickly took the milk, fearing that Hongli would not control the fire and heat to waste food.

"I'll drink, I'll drink it, Xiaoli, you're more normal..."

Heiyang glanced at Hongli in silence, opened the bottle and took a few sips.

One thing he said was that he was a little dry now, but Hongli was right.

"Hehe, that's right!"

When Hongli saw Heiyang finally drank the milk obediently, she nodded with satisfaction.

However, before Heiyang finished drinking, he handed over another bunch of snacks.

"Come on, my husband eats a few biscuits to make his stomach feel hungry after walking around for a day!"

"There is also the kebab in the alley. Didn't you always think that the one made authentic?"

"This is the newly opened fried fish. I haven't tasted it yet, but it looks golden and smells very fragrant!"

"Do you want hawthorn strips?"

"Uh, that..."

"Corn Gummy?"

"Xiaoli, I said..."

"Popcorn!"

“Not…”

"Do you eat walnut crisp?"

"Hmm? I don't seem to have eaten this before. How does it taste?"

"Well, I don't seem to have eaten it... No matter it, I'll give you a candy-fried chestnut?"

"Hey, this one can be there."

"Oh, there are rice cakes..."

"Okay OK..."

Heiyang looked at the big and small holes in his arms and showed his half-moon eyes: "Xiaoli, don't you notice that it's strange to eat some of them together..."

"Oh, then eat separately! Compared to that, are you tired, husband?"

Hongli looked at Heiyang with concern, and said as she grabbed Heiyang's shoulder with one hand, stood on tiptoe and touched Heiyang's forehead.

"Come on, let me give you a scrub your sweat."

"Sweat or something doesn't exist at all, okay..."

Heiyang said helplessly, but he still bent over and allowed Hongli to touch her forehead.

"Even if I really have sweat on my forehead, it's not that I'm tired, but that I'm just speechless by you."

"Honey, don't say such hurtful words."

While replying, Hongli wiped Heiyang's smooth forehead seriously and confirmed that Heiyang was not sweating, so she felt relieved to withdraw her hand.

Then she walked around behind Heiyang, clenched her hands into small fists and gently tapped Heiyang's back.

"Even if my husband doesn't sweat, he will definitely be tired. I'll give you a massage..."

"Don't get Xiaoli, goosebumps are going to fall all over the floor."

Heiyang Youyou said, "If you do this again, you will be scared to sweat profusely."

"I didn't have a clip, my voice has always been so gentle!"

Hongli smiled and slightly increased her strength to beat her back.

"Yes, yes, you are the gentlest."

Heiyang sighed and chose to obey the other party.

In fact, it is not the first time Hongli has suddenly had filial piety and treated him like this.

However, in the past, whenever the other party did this, they either did something wrong and were guilty and afraid of being scolded, or they were temporarily surrendered after being suppressed by Heiyang.

Of course, sometimes, like now, I was deeply moved by Hei Yang's behavior and felt that I should be better for my husband.

After all, noisy or quarrel, Hongli and Heiyang really like each other very much, and their relationships cannot be fake.

Heiyang is not unable to accept Hongli's gentle treatment.

What others think, he doesn't know, and he doesn't bother to know.

But in fact, in Heiyang's heart, his wife is indeed a gentle girl.

No matter how many layers of lover filters are added, Heiyang said that Hongli is gentle from the bottom of his heart.

What he was really scared of was Hongli's gentle "sweet girl voice".

It's not unpleasant, just listening to the sound is really soft and cute.

But the key is that whenever Hongli is angry and wants to mess with him, she always likes to use this tone with a smile, which gives him a bit of a psychological shadow.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! However, when she is "bullied" by Heiyang, she makes an incompetent and furious "roar", which is one of the other's harmless manifestations.

As for Hongli's usual voice, it cannot be described as "clear and lively". Compared with the "girl's voice" like a girl next door, it is more hoarse.

It was a way of speaking that seemed to be deliberately dragging the long tune but the speed was not slow.

Not magnetic, but always a bit lazy.

It seems like it is almost 4 years old, but it seems like it is calm and leisurely...

In fact, Hongli's gentle and crisp and pleasant voice is not a pliable voice to speak. Her own tone can easily make that sound. It is not a problem to say that it is the original sound.

In fact, Hongli's mother Lan Yuying usually speaks that way, and Hongli is imitating the sound of her mother's speech.

When talking about words such as gentleness and virtuousness, Hongli always thinks of her mother Lan Yuying at the first time.

In Hongli's heart, her mother is the ceiling of a "good wife and good mother"!
To be continued...