How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

As a result, I accidentally got a little distracted, hahaha..."

Oh, is that so?

Qing Yiyi smiled and said, "Turn around and look at me, then you'll know who I am!"

"Ah, I, I..."

Hei Muguang froze, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.

Although Qing Yiyi was smiling, Hei Muguang could hear the terrifying storm hidden beneath the calm surface.

Hei Muguang knows the other party too well!

The more Qing Yiyi acts like this, the angrier she is about to get.

"Um, Yiyi, I..."

What else did Hei Muguang want to struggle about?

"Ok?"

Qing Yiyi raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong, honey? Is there something you want to say?"

"I……"

Hei Muguang's words caught in his throat again; all the courage he had mustered was shattered by the other party's nasal tone.

This can't go on. If this continues, he and Brother Hong Xiaochen will definitely be doomed!

Huh? Wait, where's Brother Hong Xiaochen?

How did the other party respond?

A hint of delighted surprise flashed in Hei Muguang's eyes, and his gaze unconsciously drifted to the side.

I believe that as long as I learn from Brother Xiaochen's usual way of dealing with things, I should be able to get through this, right?

After all, the other party is more experienced in this kind of thing...

Hei Muguang's thoughts came to an abrupt halt when he saw Hong Xiaochen standing to the side.

"I was wrong, Yu Ying, please don't be angry..."

Hong Xiaochen's forehead was covered in sweat as he apologized to Lan Yuying with a fawning expression.

"It's all my fault, no matter what. As long as you can forgive me, Yu Ying, I..."

"Um……"

Lan Yuying glanced at Hong Xiaochen sideways, then turned her head away with a huff.

"Humph!"

"Ah this..."

Hong Xiaochen was sweating profusely with anxiety, and this grown man felt like he was about to cry. He subconsciously turned his gaze to his good brother, hoping to get his help.

And so, their eyes met, and the hopeful gazes of their eyes converged in the air.

Then, seeing the other person's current appearance, the two of them twitched their lips and turned their heads away.

Sorry, we're not close. How could someone not even know how to coax their wife?

Hei Muguang sighed inwardly. He was really stupid, really.

He actually pinned his hopes on Brother Xiaochen; he must be quite drunk.

"Ha, hu..."

Hei Muguang took a deep breath, turned his head sharply, and hugged Qing Yiyi behind him with a sorrowful expression.

"Yiyi, I was wrong, please forgive me!"

As he spoke, Hei Muguang was about to hug Qing Yiyi.

No need for further comparisons. Just hug her and hold her in your arms. What problem can't a husband and wife resolve?

A hint of smugness flashed in Hei Muguang's eyes. It seemed he was far more talented than Brother Xiaochen in this regard. Sincerity was the most powerful weapon; his love for his wife was beyond compare...

"bass!"

A kitchen knife was suddenly pressed against Hei Muguang's face.

Hei Muguang: "?!?!?!?!"

Hei Muguang froze, his smile freezing on his face.

"Yi, yi yi..."

"Hehe, what are you doing, Hei Muguang?"

Qing Yiyi held the kitchen knife in her hand, looking at her husband with a cold smile. He was trying to use his usual tricks to deal with her, wasn't he?

Today, she and Yu Ying were determined to teach these two grown men a lesson.

The New Year is almost here, everyone's busy and has a lot to do, so it's best to stay put, otherwise...

"Otherwise, you'll be sorry!"

Qing Yiyi pressed the side of the kitchen knife against Hei Muguang's face and spoke with a deep gaze.

"Ah, I know, I know, I'll definitely remember what you said, Yiyi!"

Sweat poured down Hei Muguang's forehead.

"Hey Yiyi, where did you suddenly pull out this big cleaver from? It's really scary!"

"I haven't even gone out to buy anything yet, why am I carrying this around? It's so inconvenient..."

"uh-huh?"

Qing Yiyi raised an eyebrow, waved the storage bag in front of Hei Muguang, and glanced at him with a look of disgust, as if she was ashamed of his unsophisticated appearance.

"Ah this..."

Hei Muguang's eyes twitched. He was speechless and obediently lowered his head, letting his wife scold him.

This scene, on the contrary, stirred a long-lost sense of familiarity in Hei Muguang's heart.

I remember the last time I was threatened with a kitchen knife by Yiyi was in Chapter 6 at the beginning of this book. Before that, in the countless wonderful moments that are not described, this was not the first time I had this experience.

For example, when he first met her...

A series of images flashed before Hei Muguang's eyes... cough cough, not a series of images, not a series of images...

Memories flooded back to Hei Muguang, images with a warm-toned filter flickering in his mind.

........................

Outside the capital, a fierce-looking girl held a kitchen knife against Hei Muguang's shoulder.

"Tell me, why are you following me?"

"Ah, young lady, don't get agitated, don't get agitated, I didn't follow you, sir..."

"Huh? Who is the old man talking about?"

"Cough cough cough, it definitely can't be you, hahaha, hey hey hey, calm down, calm down..."

"Hmph, enough nonsense. Tell me the truth, or I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

"Gudu..."

The boy couldn't help but swallow hard as he looked at the pretty girl who was pretending to be fierce.

The other person seemed to be angry, her pretty face flushed as she glared at him.

Hei Muguang was somewhat lost in thought...

Later, I don't know how, we ended up together in a daze. I thought it was just a momentary impulse, but I found myself falling deeper and deeper into it.

From then on, the cause and effect of his life became inextricably intertwined with that of a girl who suddenly barged into his life, or rather, he barged into hers.

Even on that most nerve-wracking yet exciting night...

"Hey, Hei Muguang, what do you want to do?!"

The girl, seemingly out of nowhere, pulled a kitchen knife from her blue wedding dress, pointed it at the groom with a fierce but inwardly trembling expression, and said menacingly, "Don't, don't come any closer, or else, or else I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

"Okay, Yiyi, no problem, Yiyi."

Hei Muguang walked to the other person's side and gently grabbed the other person's kitchen knife.

"?!!"

The girl's body trembled.

"But before that, can we put these dangerous items aside for now?"

Hei Muguang smiled and gently pulled the kitchen knife out of the girl's hand with a firm yet unyielding force.

"No, no, please don't..."

Qing Yiyi's eyes widened. She had been able to take down Hei Muguang with a single punch, but now her body felt weak and she was dizzy.

In a daze.