The Love Equation

(1) About washing dishes and watching TV

"Zhao Fanzhou, you said you would do the dishes." Zhou Xiao yelled at the dishes stacked in the sink.

"Got it." Someone who was still watching the game responded to her casually.

"Zhao Fanzhou, come here to wash now." She couldn't bear it anymore, this guy perfunctory her like this every day.

"I finished watching the game first." Someone didn't feel her anger at all.

"Okay, look slowly." Zhou Xiao gritted his teeth.

An hour passed and the house was incredible, Zhao Fanzhou took a look at the kitchen and cleaned it up everywhere. Then he realized that things were over. He sighed and knocked on her closed door: "Zhou Xiao, did I go in?" No response was received, so he pushed the door in.

Zhou Xiao sat in front of the computer, without looking at him.

"What are you mad at?" Zhao Fanzhou asked behind her.

"You are annoying me, right?" She looked blankly at the computer.

"What's the matter?" When he leaned over and hugged her by the neck, when did she become so emotional, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhou Xiao pulled his hand down, "Forget it, I don't want to talk to you now, you go out."

"Well, isn't it just washing the dishes? I wash all, I wash all month, okay?" His hands wrapped around her neck unhesitatingly, said flatly.

"Do you think it's just a matter of washing dishes?" She said lightly.

"Okay, I know. I'll be the one to drag in the future, okay?" Zhao Fanzhou said helplessly.

Zhou Xiao's eyeball turned, his head tilted, and he kissed him on the cheek. "It's almost the same, well, you can go out and watch TV, don't quarrel me online. Remember to drag the floor after watching TV." , Like catching flies.

Zhao Fanzhou smiled and tightened the arm around her neck. "Okay, you actually used a bitter plan."

"Cough, cough ... I can't breathe anymore." Zhou Xiao pulled his arm.

He loosened her neck, but dragged her from the chair, carried it on his shoulders, and walked to the living room.

"Let me come down." Zhou Xiao's stomach was squeezed on his shoulder, and it was almost spitting out.

Zhao Fanzhou threw her on the sofa, "You sit down for me."

"Why?" Zhou Xiao really sat down and watched what he wanted to do.

He lay down, put his head on her thigh, and handed her the remote control, "Pillow, turntable."

"Hello, don't go too far." She tapped his head with the remote control. "Who is the pillow?"

"You, quick turntable." He urged her.

Zhou Xiao rolled his eyes and pressed the remote control.

"Go to the stage." Zhao Fanzhou raised his head and tapped her thigh with her head.

Zhou Xiao held his head, and then turned to the table, "Whichever you want to watch, I don't want to watch basketball." She pressed and pressed, and finally stopped at a certain station, Taiwan's idol drama "Prank Kiss".

"What the hell, I don't want to see, that name is disgusting." Zhao Fanzhou wanted to grab the remote control, but Zhou Xiao didn't give it.

"You're annoying, don't just look at it and drag the floor." She looked at it with self-confidence, saying that the heroine's lips are too dark, right?

Zhao Fanzhou does not move, who is going to mop the ground! What the **** is that man's face too white?

"Hey, their conversation is boring." Zhao Fanzhou protested. "That woman is too stupid. How could it be so stupid to raise a big one?"

"Shut up." Zhou Xiao covered his mouth and prevented him from talking.

Zhao Fanzhou was quiet for five seconds. Suddenly Zhou Xiao screamed, flicking the hand that had just covered his mouth, screaming: "You are disgusting! I have saliva on my hand." Wipe her clothes, "dead perverted."

"I can be a little more perverted, would you like to give it a try?" He smiled lustfully.

"No thanks."

"Why are you so polite? Why not give it a try." He warmly invited

"You are such a nice person." Zhou Xiao said sarcastically.

"That's what you don't dislike." He said rumblingly.

After half an hour, Zhou Xiao shook Zhao Fanzhou on his leg. "Don't sleep, wait for a cold and go back to the room to sleep."

"No, I'm watching TV." He opened his eyes and simply turned over, wrapped her hands around her waist and buried her face in her stomach.

"Brother, you are facing away from the TV." Zhou Xiao patted his head.

"Don't be noisy, I'm listening to TV." He snorted and slept again.

Zhou Xiao followed him helplessly, and recently someone has a tendency to rejuvenate.

(2) About mopping

On a weekend, Zhao Fanzhou, who dragged the floor halfway, threw the mop down on the ground and went to someone's room to find someone sullen.

"I've been dragging the ground for two weeks, and I won't do it anymore." He said to Zhou Xiao who was reading comics in bed.

"You promised yourself." Zhou Xiao jumped from the bed, stood on the bed and looked at him with his arms akimbo.

"I didn't promise to drag it every day." He also jumped on her bed and talked to her.

"You need to exercise." She said seriously.

"Are you thinking that I'm physically weak? Do you want to prove it to you?" Zhao Fanzhou approached her.

"Okay." Zhou Xiao bluntly jumped up on his back, "Come on, try to see if you can carry me on the floor."

"Come down, who said you want to prove your physical strength like this?" He was going to shake her off.

"I said, hurry up and go to mopping the floor." She tightly tightened his neck and said nothing.

"Drag cleanly, the land didn't arrive." Zhou Xiao screamed behind Zhao Fanzhou. Poor Zhao Fanzhou supported someone in one hand and painted large characters on the ground with a mop in the other.

"You can't drag yourself down and drag yourself." He held her hand and she almost slipped down, screaming again around his neck.

"I'm blind. Your former virtue and virtue are pretending to lie to me." He went back to hold her back.

Zhou Xiao scratched her head, when did she pass by? Will he remember the wrong person?

(3) About shower gel shampoo laundry detergent

One day, Xie Yixing ’s secretary took the document and signed it to Zhao Fanzhou. After the signing, he suddenly smiled and said: "Mr. Zhao, is your home shower gel peachy?"

Zhao Fanzhou didn't know how to answer for a few seconds.

After Xie Yixing's secretary took out the documents and went out, Zhao Fanzhou turned over his collar, with a thick peach flavor. No wonder he always felt that Zhou Xiao was nearby in the past two days. Smells.

After returning home from get off work, he turned the house around. The shower gel was peach-flavored, the shampoo was lemon-flavored, and the laundry detergent was also peach-flavored. He carried everything to the coffee table in the living room and waited for the woman who had gone shopping after returning from get off work.

Zhou Xiao bounced back home, and saw someone sitting on the sofa in the living room with a blank face, with shower gel, shampoo, and laundry detergent in front of him.

"Why are you doing this?" She sat down strangely and piled her hands on the sofa. Most of the sofa was occupied.

"look by youself."

"What are you looking at?" She was confused. "Would you ask me to help you pick which suicide to drink?"

"Do you really miss me?" He glared at her.

"That's not the case, but if you have to drink it, I think it's better to choose laundry detergent, I feel more likely to die, and it's still peachy." Zhou Xiao moved the laundry detergent close to him.

"You know it's peach flavored, I don't want to use fruit flavors." Zhao Fanzhou flicked her head.

"No, do you really want to pick a taste for suicide?" She asked, covering her head.

"Go to the supermarket." He was too lazy to talk to her and said to her.

"No, I'm so tired of shopping today. You go alone." Zhou Xiao refused to move. "Anyway, I like fruity flavors."

"Don't force me to use it," he said eeriely.

"You are really troublesome." Zhou Xiao was dragged away, very reluctantly.

In the supermarket.

"The taste you picked is very stinky. In the future, you will use yours, and I will use mine." Zhou Xiao followed behind, "Those who have no sense of smell."

Zhao Fanzhou was too lazy to answer her words, and the woman was verbose.

"I want to buy snacks." Zhou Xiao stopped in the snack area and blocked Zhao Fanzhou's shopping cart from letting him go.

"No." He put the potato chips she threw back into the rack. "You're waiting to get fat or have acne and you're going to scream again."

"You think I'm fat, right?" Zhou Xiao threw the potato chips back again.

"Whatever you want, you don't have to quarrel me."

The next day Zhou Xiao burst an acne and screamed in the mirror.

(4) About late return.

On a Saturday night, Zhou Xiao went to the place where she originally lived to chat with Yuan Ruan Ruan, and the conversation rose. Zhao Fanzhou called several times and urged her to go back immediately.

When she returned home, it was more than twelve in the evening. Zhou Xiaoxin opened the door in fear, Zhao Fanzhou sat in the living room and waited for her, she was really scolded. She was wrong before she dared to let him yell at him, anyway, she was also used to it. She has already practiced the skills of entering from the left ear to the right ear.

After two days, Zhao Fanzhou went to socialize and did not return after twelve o'clock. Zhou Xiao was hesitant at home to call him for a while, remembering that his mother said he would let the man have a face outside, so he didn't fight or brush. I went to bed after finishing my teeth.

At two o'clock in the morning, Zhou Xiao, a sleepy sleeper, was woken up, and an angry Zhao Fanzhou stood at the head of the bed.

"You're back." Zhou Xiao rolled over and murmured again to fall asleep.

Zhao Fanzhou lifted the corner of her quilt and lay in, fishing her into her arms.

"I didn't even call me or wait for the door." He whispered in her ear.

Zhou Xiao had already fallen asleep.

Early the next morning, Zhou Xiao was startled by the person lying next to him, and was very dissatisfied. "You got me up, when did you come back last night?"

"Two points." He answered subconsciously.

"Two o'clock? You're the opposite! You!" Zhou Xiao twisted his ear hard. "It didn't come back until two o'clock!"

"Who made you never call me." The wrestled person snorted and lifted the quilt out of bed.

Zhou Xiao looked at his back as he walked out of the door, and was very depressed. He had to be spurned by his face this year. It is really everyone. Having said that, why would he be on her bed?

The author has something to say: Hey, I went to Bishui yesterday and found that I am actually a very diligent author.

The two of them are really disgusting in this chapter. They flashed to death and made me want to tear them apart.

May all lovers in the world be rats! That's right, I can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour.

I gave the new article a very depressing name, and you will know by then.