Wife Please Be Obedient

"I found you seem to be tired."

At the school gate, why not pull the car door and notice that Qin Guanglin is not in good condition.

To be precise, it has not been so good for the past week.

Chen Rui could tell at a glance. It was because she hadn't seen it for a long time. The reason why she found out now was because the two people were together all day, and she was a little slow to discover this gradual change.

"Is there?" Qin Guanglin casually took a look in the rearview mirror, "I didn't find it. Come on up soon."

Why didn't he come in, shook his head and detoured from the front of the car to the other side of the car door, saying, "I'll drive."

"Row."

Qin Guanglin didn't refuse either, so his car skills are much better than he thought. Although he doesn't drive often, he is more stable than some familiar hands-he has both the experience of the familiar and the caution of the novice.

The car drove steadily away from the entrance of the school and drove towards home. There was soothing music in the car. Qin Guanglin closed his eyes and calmed down. Why didn't he bother him when he saw him, and drove quietly without making a sound.

Dropping the bell, dongling, dong...

At the intersection of Nanfei, a string of bells rang to wake the sleepy Qin Guanglin.

"Hello?...oh, it's on Nanfei Road, I'm here...well...did you see that broken phone booth? Yes, that's it."

In a few brief conversations, why not have the car parked, and seeing him hang up, he asked casually while unfastening his seat belt: "Who?"

"The courier, maybe a newcomer, even... here, here it is."

Qin Guanglin raised his chin to indicate that an old three-wheeled electric vehicle drove from the other side and quickly stopped next to the phone booth he was talking about.

"Here!"

He waved his hand, the tricycle restarted, and walked hundreds of meters to come to him.

"Mr. Qin...you sign for it." The courier took a flat cardboard box from the car and handed it out.

Why not watch them curiously after the handover, while going upstairs, looking at the cardboard box under his elbow, "What is this?"

"Part of the surprise."

"... Take a break and wait until the weekend after tomorrow."

"No, you can take a good rest on weekends."

Qin Guanglin was very stubborn, so there was nothing he could do. He put his bags at home, went out to buy vegetables, and then returned to Qin’s house to cook with Ma Qin. Qin Guanglin plunged into the studio and waited until he came out after eating. Go in.

"Isn't this kid stunned?" Qin Ma looked at the studio and frowned.

"I also think he doesn't seem to be in good spirits, he looks tired..."

Why not there was a trace of worry in his eyes. From the National Day trip to the present, Qin Guanglin has almost always been like this for more than half a month, and he has not gone to the gym. Except for occasionally coming out early, he usually stays in the studio until about ten o'clock. After going back, take a shower and fall asleep.

Even the weekend is no exception.

There was an accident in the company last year, and I have not seen him so tired during those very busy months.

Until ten o'clock in the evening, Qin Guanglin came out of the studio door with a soft sound, took the key to lock the door, and then walked to the bathroom to clean himself.

"I feel you are almost exhausted." Why not stand at the door and look at him.

"No, how could this little thing be exhausted."

Qin Guanglin wiped his face and raised his head. Water drops dripped from his chin, and his wet face was filled with excitement.

The little bloodshot eyes can be seen clearly.

Why not stop talking, turn around and say, "Go back to sleep, and clean up when you take a shower."

"it is good."

Qin Guanglin simply scrubbed, why not take it out.

There were few stars in the dark night sky, and a waning moon hung in the sky, exuding a cold shimmer.

A gust of wind blew, and the yellow leaves scattered with the wind. There were only two of them in the quiet street, and the creaking noise of the litter under the feet was very obvious.

"For so long, we still don't know what you are doing."

"What you said, art."

"art?"

"It can be done tomorrow, and you will know it soon." Qin Guanglin's voice was exhausted with excitement, "You are right, I have artistic talent!"

"Well...Go faster, go back and rest."

...

Friday, night.

"It's done tonight. It may be later. You can go back later instead of waiting for me."

Qin Guanglin put down the bowl and exhorted him, then went into the studio again.

Why not look at each other with Qin Ma, clean up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, sit on the sofa and chase the drama that I have been watching for more than half a month, and wait for him to come out.

"I guess, in all likelihood, I'm painting the two of you."

"Maybe... he also bought a picture frame, which just arrived yesterday."

"Picture frame?" Qin Ma was puzzled.

"It's such a big frame." Why not stretch out his hand and gesture, "It's more than one meter high, it looks very delicate."

"Oh...it's big."

She hasn't seen Qin Guanglin use such a big frame, no wonder it takes so long.

It turned out to be too big.

The two had been sitting on the sofa until eleven o'clock. Qin Guanglin hadn't come out yet. Seeing Ma Qin yawned a few times, why couldn't he help but say, "You go and rest first. I'll wait for him to go back together."

"Hmm...or go back first and let him paint slowly by himself."

Ma Qin glanced at Qin Guanglin's bedroom. Although there was cleaning there, she hadn't lived in it for a long time. It was troublesome to tidy up at this night, and she didn't ask why she should go and rest first. There was enough time for tidying up, so why not walk back.

She stood up and stretched, and said to the studio, "This kid used to paint until midnight, saying that it is quiet at night... Don't wait, I have a flashlight here, wait for me to bring it to you—"

"No need, Auntie, go to bed." Why not take out the phone and shook it, and motioned: "The phone has a flashlight... and there are street lights outside, just a few steps, it's okay-I'll wait another half an hour, I will go back if he doesn't come out."

"Okay, then I'll go to bed first."

Watching Mother Qin go back to the bedroom, why not take the remote control and turn down the sound, leaning on the back of the sofa and looking sideways at the door of the studio.

Half an hour was fleeting, and then another half an hour.

The hour hand of the clock hanging in the living room moved little by little, unknowingly passing zero.

When the studio door rang, why couldn't he hold back his sleepiness, he was lying on the sofa and napping, looking up and seeing Qin Guanglin walking out exhaustedly, taking the key to lock the door, and then turning around and noticing what was wrong on the sofa.

"Why haven't you gone back... let's go, go to sleep." Qin Guanglin rubbed his hand on his body, and pulled it to his feet.

Why not rub your eyes with a yawn, and ask, "It's not over yet?"

She looked sideways at the clock on the wall. It was past five in the morning.

"It's done."

Qin Guanglin grinned, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes looked a little red. He pointed to the studio and said, "Let it dry first, and then move it tomorrow."

"Oh."

Why not be led out by him, walking on the road at night, Qin Guanglin's footsteps are heavier than before, seemingly too tired, making no sound all the way, straight upstairs.

Simply clean the paint on his body, he watched why he knelt down on the bed and spread the quilt, and fell on his head.

"I won't draw anymore."

"Ok?"

"Never paint again."

"...Well, go to sleep."

Why not respond softly, help Qin Guanglin cover the quilt, get up and turn off the light, then get into the quilt and hug him to sleep.

Not long after, she got up again and turned on the light again.

"You have a fever?"

"..."