Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Chapter 404: Lu Xixiao holds Wen Li’s hand; Wen Li: “I’m holding the wrong hand”; Wen Li makes fun o

Lu Xixiao stood in front of the counter, looking away from Wen Li who was rummaging through the freezer, and said to the boss, "He's not my boyfriend."

He really wanted to add the word "still" before this sentence.

Lu Xixiao's voice was not loud. After all, he was not willing to say this at all, but Wen Li, who had excellent hearing, still heard it.

She subconsciously glanced at Lu Xixiao out of the corner of her eye.

Like an accident.

I packed a dozen popsicles in a bag and went to pay. Seeing Lu Xixiao asked for two bottles of soy sauce, I casually said, "What are you taking so many for?"

Lu Xixiao: "Two bottles, not much, so that grandma doesn't have to come to buy it every now and then."

"This bottle is enough for grandma to eat for half a year. Whose soy sauce needs to be bought every now and then? Young Master." Wen Li teased Lu Xixiao, who didn't know anything about the daily necessities and was out of touch with the world.

When Wen Li said these words, he was not looking at Lu Xixiao, but at a box of colorful candy beans on the counter.

There's a note on the candy box saying "Strange Taste Prank".

Wen Li avoided Lu Xixiao's gaze and quickly took the bag.

Lu Xixiao: "Then take a bottle."

He was afraid the shelf life wouldn't be long enough.

Wen Li: "I've already taken it, so two bottles is enough."

Lu Xixiao then paid the money, picked up his things and left the store.

Wen Li ate an ice cream.

After taking two bites, the hand hanging by her side was suddenly grasped by Lu Xixiao who was walking side by side with her.

Wen Li paused, then looked down, his gaze moving from the two clasped hands all the way up, stopping at Lu Xixiao's profile, which showed no abnormality, and reminded him, "You're holding the wrong hand."

Hearing this, Lu Xixiao lowered his head and slowly realized, "Oh." He whispered, "It seems so."

What does it mean to be?

This is.

I didn't hear the reluctance to admit in Lu Xixiao's words.

Without waiting for Wen Li to say anything.

Lu Xixiao let go of his hand and looked back for Lu Jingyuan.

The little guy was walking slowly behind, still tearing the outer wrapper of the ice cream, and Black General was following beside him, wagging his tail.

"Jingyuan?"

"Little Grandpa, I can't open it."

The little guy handed the ice cream to Lu Xixiao who was walking over.

Lu Xixiao took the ice cream and helped to tear off the packaging.

He was holding something in his hand. He probably had never opened ice cream packaged like this before, so his movements were not very skillful.

Seeing this, Wen Li reached out and took the ice cream from his hand, and then handed his own ice cream to him: "Here."

Wen Li tore off the packaging in a few seconds and returned it to Lu Jingyuan.

"Thank you sister~"

Lu Xixiao smiled and returned the ice cream in his hand to her.

The little guy walked too slowly and would forget to walk while eating. The ground was also uneven and grandma was still waiting for the soy sauce, so Lu Xixiao picked him up again, and the three of them and the dog walked back.

As they were walking, Lu Xixiao suddenly said, "Will it be bad for your reputation if I continue to live like this with Jing Yuan?"

Gossip is the most taboo thing in rural areas.

The little guy, who didn't know what reputation was, didn't understand why he and his grandfather would be mean to his sister when they lived at his sister's grandmother's house. He stopped eating his ice cream and looked at Wen Li.

Wen Li: "Do you think I care?"

Lu Xixiao was somewhat delighted with this answer.

Of course he knew Wen Li wouldn't care, but didn't Wen Li want him to return to the capital? So he thought Wen Li would say yes.

Satisfied Lu Xixiao hid his smile and said, "What about grandma?"

Wen Li: "If my grandmother cared about these things, she would have been unable to live here decades ago."

Lu Xixiao: "Then I can rest assured."

Wen Li looked at him when he heard it.

Looking at his smug expression, Wen Li said expressionlessly, "You're right. It's bad for my reputation."

Lu Xixiao looked back at her with a smile and said, "It's too late. You just said you didn't care." Then he immediately changed the subject: "You're right. If grandma cared about these things, she would have given up living here decades ago. Grandma's perseverance and strength are not comparable to ordinary people."

Wen Li: "What did my grandma talk to you about?"

Lu Xixiao became even more proud and said slowly, "We talked a lot. I know that my grandmother's name is Fang Jing, and my grandfather's name is Wen Changting. I know that their daughter is called Wen Shu. The "Shu" in "Yunjuanyunshu" is a name that my grandmother and grandfather gave to her together. I know that your last name is not Wen Baixiang's, but your grandfather's and Aunt Wen's. I know that my grandfather was the workshop director of the factory when he was young. He was very handsome and met my grandmother through a blind date. I know..."

Wen Li: “…”

This guy, with that smug look on his face, really deserves a beating.

Wen Li: "Then do you know that you vomit at night?"

Lu Xixiao didn't understand: "Huh? Why are you vomiting?"

Seeing that she didn't say anything and was just eating ice cream, Lu Xixiao asked, "What do you mean? Why did I vomit at night?"

"Did Dr. Wen see anything?"

"Am I going to suffer from acclimatization?"

"Did I eat something bad?"

"Are you going to poison me?"

"Wen Li?"

"Wen Li?"

"... "

After dinner in the evening, everyone sat in the yard to enjoy the cool air.

Wen Li took out the bag of candy beans he bought at the convenience store.

The little guy came over.

"Which color do you like?" Wen Li asked him.

The little guy carefully picked a black one.

Same color as the dog.

Wen Li took it out and placed it in his palm.

The little guy was just about to eat.

Wen Li said, "Give it to your grandfather to eat."

The filial little guy immediately gave it to Lu Xixiao.

Lu Xixiao was talking on the phone by the courtyard wall.

He squatted down and put the candy handed to him by the little guy into his mouth without thinking. When he heard the little guy say that it was given by his sister, Lu Xixiao felt the sweetness before it dissipated.

He looked at Wen Li with a smile and bit the candy bean.

The moment he bit it, Lu Xixiao’s smile froze.

What you bite open is not candy, but a smelly air bag.

He was a little confused.

He clearly saw that the little guy gave him candy.

I also recognized that this candy was bought by Wen Li in the convenience store.

A strong stench filled the entire mouth and reached the nasal cavity.

It stinks so much that it leaves no chance for relief or resistance.

Lu Xixiao almost vomited immediately.

He looked at Wen Li on the recliner with a somewhat painful expression.

Wen Li sat in the rocking chair, resting her elbows on the slate table, and looked at him with her chin in her hand.

There was no expression or reaction on her face, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Little guy: “Is it sweet?”

Lu Xixiao suppressed his nausea and nodded with a smile.

I didn't dare open my mouth or breathe for fear of fuming the little one.

The person on the other end of the phone is still waiting for his reply.

Lu Xixiao couldn't even open his mouth to speak.

Wait until the little guy runs away, then go ask Wen Li for candy.

Lu Xixiao couldn't help feeling nauseous and vomiting, so he turned his face away and dry-heaved, almost vomiting out his dinner.

He spat out the candy, but his mouth still stunk.

A stench that he couldn't describe and had never encountered before.

Seeing Wen Li's evil smile.

Lu Xixiao couldn't help laughing at her childishness and cuteness.

Seeing that Wen Li looked like he was waiting to see a show, Lu Xixiao cooperated and dry-heaved twice.

The old lady in the kitchen heard it.

"What's wrong with Xiao Lu? Are you feeling unwell?"

Lu Xixiao: "Grandma, I'm fine. Wen Li and I were just joking."

As he spoke, he walked towards Wen Li.