But the thought of such a sharp razor makes me feel uneasy. I always feel that something is wrong, but I can’t say it.
After breakfast, it’s Saturday. My wife doesn’t work. She starts cleaning. I’m going to help her, but she says, "If you don’t help me, you go to work."
When I get to work, I’ll have a big head. I really don’t want to go to Zhao Siying’s house
"Husband, why do you look so reluctant?"
I smiled bitterly, "Wife, I broke the law yesterday."
"What? You killed and set fire? It doesn’t matter. Let’s run. If we get caught, it’s over. "
How can my sweaty wife think of me killing and setting fire? Could I be that person?
"No, it’s not that serious. I just hit her."
"Who hit her?"
"Yu Qingxue!"
"Oh, that girl, she should have hit her. I have long wanted to hit her."
I sweated again. "But my wife can’t beat people well and she is still a student."
"What can you do if you fight all the time?"
My wife’s face looks so-called. I think she’s also beaten. What’s the regret now? But I’m more worried about beating people. Lin Miaomiao said that.
I glanced at my wife guiltily, thought about it, and finally decided to be frank and lenient. "Wife, I have something to tell you honestly. You should be mentally prepared after listening."
My wife saw my face sink like this and asked me, "Husband, are you cheating?"
Look at my wife’s reaction. I’m stunned. She allowed me to make mistakes before. Why is this face gloomy and terrible? Maybe she’s talking to me. Doby didn’t really want me to cheat.
With this in mind, I decided to try my wife and see what she thought about making mistakes with me.
The body of the Chapter 7 【 violent reaction 】
"Wife, I’m sorry." I bowed my head not to act like I made a mistake, but I was afraid that I would be unable to keep my face straight and laugh by myself.
Disembarking wife reacted violently. Have pity on my ears.
"Well, you actually cheated on me."
My wife grabbed me and went to wash her hands.
Section 127
"Wife, why are you hurting?"
"Kneel on the washboard"
"What?" I looked at her in amazement. "No way. Do you really want me to kneel and scrub?"
"Where did you get so much nonsense?"
"Our family has no washboard."
"How can I wash my hands without words?"
"Honey, how did you forget? You threw it away yourself."
"ah? Is there such a thing? " It seems that my wife really doesn’t remember when she is stupid.
I helped her recall, "Don’t you remember that once we went to a movie, there was a story in which the husband punished his wife for cheating, so he tied her up and kneeled the washboard. You threw the washboard away when you went home after watching the movie and said that you wouldn’t cheat. Did our family want this thing?"
"It’s a pity to throw it away, but I still have a way to punish you."
"Ah, my wife, what do you want?"
My wife dragged me to get the bench, turned it over and pointed to the request, "Kneel at the foot of the bench."
"What?"
I was shocked. There are only four columns at the foot of this stool. It won’t be long before I kneel down and it won’t be abolished. This is too torturous.
"Wife, where did you come up with these punishment methods? It’s too smart."
"What’s the lightest punishment my mother gave me when I was a child? If you don’t kneel, I’ll chop your ear."