The disabled big guy's oki silly wife

Part 75

gu yanqing saw that shang jinghui did not betray him, smiled and gestured at shang jinghui to express his gratitude, and was very touched to think that his cousin was righteous enough, unlike those fox friends he had known since childhood, who drank wine well with his brothers, and turned his head to sell him to his parents.

shang jinghui just looked at him and then casually withdrew his gaze, but he yi secretly blinked at gu yanqing, trying to remind him to hide from his uncle and them.

gu yanqing got the meaning of he yi, nodded his head while reaching out a no, and then used two fingers to imitate the way people walked to indicate that he was leaving.

seeing that he yi nodded slightly, gu yanqing sneaked out of the side door, otherwise he might be exposed when everyone entered the table later.

anyway, he just wanted to come over and make a scene, and now it's almost time to leave after watching the good show.

the second half of the banquet went quite smoothly, no one dared to touch the moldy head to make shang jinghui unhappy, and his attitude towards he yi was much more respectful than before, at least the superficial kung fu was in place.

after the banquet was over and all the guests were sent away, he yi stood at the door and stretched out, casually complaining: "i'm so tired, don't hold a banquet casually in the future." 

shang jinghui handed the ball in his arms back to the nursery to take care of, freed his hand and hugged he yi, "well, don't do it later, go home early and rest when you're tired."

he yi wrapped his arms around his neck, glanced at the nurseryman and bodyguard next to him with some embarrassment, buried his face into shang jingjian's chest, and whispered, "husband, are you not tired?" i only held the ball for a while and i felt my arm sore. 

"don't get tired, you may have been too long to exercise, lack of exercise." shang jinghui said.

"before it was inconvenient to be pregnant and injured, you can't blame me." he yi defended with a straight face.

shang jinghui's eyebrows widened, and he said with a smile in his voice: "well, i don't blame you, the ball is too heavy." 

"and i don't have as much strength as you." he yi said again.

shang jinghui smiled in response, bent down to put he yi into the car, tied his seat belt by hand, and then sat next to him to massage his arm, pressing while asking: "what acid is there besides the arm?" 

he yi sighed comfortably, enjoyed the service of shang jingjian, and hummed and said, "the waist is also a little sore." 

"then go back and press again." the doctor said you can exercise properly now, how about i jog with you tomorrow? shang jing asked.

he yi immediately replied, "well, good, after running in the morning, you can still go to li moqi's house to see xiaoxue, i haven't touched xiaoxue for a long time." 

shang jinghui did not want he yi to go to li moqi's house, but it was not good to directly reject he yi, and after a moment of silence, he said: "i let him lead the dog out, and when you are tired of running, you can walk the dog." 

he yi felt that this was also ok, and squinted his eyes in response.

the plan was quite good, and as a result, the next morning when shang jinghui asked he yi to get up and exercise, he yi was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes at all, and he shrank into the quilt, half asleep and half awake, muttering: "i'll sleep for a while." 

during this time, he was used to sleeping lazily, and for a while he couldn't get up so early.

shang jinghuan rubbed he yi's head, pulled the quilt down to reveal he yi's face, and then kissed him on his rosy lips, and coaxed in he yi's ear in a low and pleasant voice: "get up first, if you don't sleep enough, you can sleep more at noon, and you won't see xiaoxue again."