Chapter 97: Psychological Changes in Older Boys
That night, Wan Cen suffered from insomnia again.
Tossing and turning, I couldn’t sleep, and the noise I made even woke my daughter up.
After finally getting some sleep, she walked out of the room alone, blowing the evening breeze silently.
The mood is still very irritable.
In the days when she had to compete with men, no matter how strong and cold she was, she was still a woman who needed to be warmed physically and mentally.
Other women only have physical relationships at most, but she is the only one who has a rare tenderness for me.
As for that woman, Wan Cen knew her face, heart and body, so she knew very well what kind of person she was.
If she said she would cause trouble, she would definitely do it.
To be honest, Wan Cen really doesn’t want to break up if possible.
But I also know that in this matter, the other party is also a victim, and was broken up by me inexplicably.
She also gave her compensation and all, she just wanted a good time together.
Obviously, things didn't go that smoothly.
Now she is determined to win back Zhong Poting, and for this reason she has been dragging out the divorce agreement.
Not to mention that her appearance at this time will make things worse, and who is Zhong Buting now, how can she have the energy to deal with it.
"It's so annoying, why is it like this..."
Wan Cen grabbed his hair irritably and kept beating himself.
Of course she knew why. It was not because of the sin she had committed, leaving a mess of chicken feathers all over the floor.
In the shopping mall, she is a strong woman who talks the truth and is resolute, but in love, she is really terrible.
“What’s wrong with you?”
"Buting? You...you came out."
Zhong Buting suddenly appeared, catching her off guard.
"Well, the project is almost over, and we are going to arrange a few celebration banquets for everyone inside."
The flow of time inside and outside is different, so he often comes out late at night to replenish supplies.
But every time he was the only one driving the truck in and out.
Also, he could carry a bag containing a hundred pounds of potatoes into the car with one hand, and he really didn’t need help from anyone else.
"Oh, what, do you want to see your daughter?"
Before, even late at night, Zhong Poting would secretly take a look at his daughter without disturbing her.
But this time he shook his head.
“No, I didn’t take a shower, I’m too dirty.”
This reminded Wan Cen.
Indeed, every time Zhong Buting came out, he was always clean. It turned out that he had taken a bath in it.
Looking at him covered in sweat and his face still a little dirty, Wan Cen realized that he really didn’t care about men.
At this moment, she suddenly remembered Chang Qing’s words and said it out of nowhere.
"Why don't you wash it here? Anyway, for you, there is no time to waste."
As soon as she finished speaking, her face turned red.
Zhong Buting thought for a moment. For him, it had been almost a month since he had seen his daughter.
"Then I..."
"I'll get you clothes and towels, you go wash them first!"
After saying that, the person ran away.
Zhong Buting opened his mouth but stopped talking.
Why does she have her own clothes? They were obviously brought inside by themselves.
“Forget it, let’s wash it. You have to wash it when you get inside anyway.”
This temporary board house will not be used for a few days, so there is no complicated interior work. Built-in bathroom, but separate a separate room as a bathing place.
Chang Qing has water abilities and can stay clean at any time.
So only Wan Cen and her daughter have used it so far.
When I walked in, it was still humid inside, the moisture in the air had not been blown away, and it was filled with the fragrance of toiletries.
Obviously, Wan Cen used it at night.
Almost subconsciously, Zhong Buting wanted to withdraw, but he was immediately amused by his own behavior.
When we were at home before, Wan Cen and he took baths separately, not at separate times, but in different places.
The reason is simple. Wan Cen believes that the bathroom and toilet are very private places, so he is not allowed to go near his bathroom.
Once when her daughter ran into Wan Cen’s bathroom while playing, Zhong Buting just went in and took her out.
She thought it was nothing, but in the end she had the entire bathroom cleaned and all the toiletries replaced with new ones.
Wan Cen didn't say anything that time, nor did he reprimand himself, but such a reaction did leave some psychological shadow on him.
Now, although he knows that this will never happen again, this sudden revolt makes him a little uncomfortable.
How should I put it, there is a feeling of... red excitement of being allowed to enter the forbidden area?
“Ahem~”
He blushed and walked into the bathroom with the intention of secretly doing bad things.
He turned the water in the shower a little cooler, but it did not dissipate the little beating in his heart.
“Zhong Poting, Zhong Poting, you old boy, you are so excited about this little scene, it’s so embarrassing.”
I kept complaining about myself in my mind.
Looking back!
I am a person who travels among the worlds to adjust the time.
Don’t bother your mind with such mortal things!
Besides, no matter how Wan Cen changes her mind, she can't change what she has done.
I don’t blame her anymore, but I’ve let her go, right?
That’s right, it’s all over, everything is over, let’s let each other go.
After self-hypnosis for a while, I patted my face with water.
Hmm! Calm down.
Gotta put some soap on it.
"Huh?"
He was stunned for a moment and found that there was no soap here.
That’s right, Wan Cen uses high-end shower gel.
That’s all, just shower gel.
But shower gel requires foaming balls, right?
There are two bubble balls, one big and one small, hanging on the wall.
The small one is only about the size of a fist. It is obviously for his daughter and he cannot use it.
And the big one...
The pink bubble ball is still dripping with wet water droplets.
Is this what she uses? They're all still wet.
What she used was rubbing here and there.
Unconsciously, there seemed to be a picture in my mind.
“No, no, no, no!”
I shook my head and shook off the things that were there and those that were not.
When he took off the super bubble ball, wasn’t it just to make a bubble? What are you thinking about so much?
He thought so, but after rubbing the foam on his hands, he didn't apply it on his body.
“This is not considered indirect contact, right?”
After all, she wiped it there, and wiped it there. If she had wiped it here, and wiped it here...
“Bump!!!”
“Buting? Are you...are you okay?”
Wan Cen's voice came from outside.
"It's okay! I slipped."
He banged his head against the wall trying to calm down.
"Okay, be careful. I'll put these clothes and towels in the basket at the door for you. You can get them by reaching out."
"Okay, okay. , thank you.”
Wan Cen was a little surprised, why was he panicking.
Exiting the shower room, she suddenly reacted.
Wait! He wouldn't have used his own bubble ball, would he?
She covered her face in panic, and her body became hot.
It’s strange, the feeling of disgust is gone, but what’s going on with this strong sense of shame?
Do you want to remind him that there are new ones below?
No, no, what if the one someone uses is new? Wouldn't it be embarrassing if she reminded her?
“Bump!!!”
She also hit her head on the wall outside.
One of the two took a cold shower, and the other took a cold wind, but their body temperatures rose and their faces turned red.
Chang Qing, who lived on the second floor, opened her eyes again, her expression full of impatience.
When Chang Qing was drunk, it didn’t matter whether the sky fell or the earth fell, and she always looked like she didn’t care about anything.
But unlike her drunken state, she has no patience for anything, especially being annoyed by others.
I wanted to get angry directly, but after thinking about it, I might as well give Shi Chan some face.
In the end, Zhong Buting did not use a foaming ball, but applied it casually with his hands and rinsed it out.
As he wiped his body, he was still thinking.
In the final analysis, it was the mentality of not getting what he wanted, coupled with the physiology of a young boy, that led to his wild imagination.
After all, Wan Cen was the woman he had admired and longed for. He had never even touched her, let alone taken a bite.
It’s just like the self-compensation mentality of not getting something when you were a child, but having to buy it when you grow up.
Zhong Buting admitted that he still had some thoughts about Wan Cen.
You know, he has been there for more than two years, all with a group of big men.
He is not a 28-year-old junior boy now, but a 30-year-old junior boy. This is a very scary creature.
So every time he came out, he deliberately didn't talk to Wan Cen, ignored her attempts to please her, and just said hello and left.
The long-term isolation and physical and mental accumulation made him more and more afraid of facing Wan Cen directly.
Hormonal urges? There must be some.
But it was a more complex and difficult to assuage sense of longing.
After all, this is the woman who has been in his heart, the woman he likes, the mother of his daughter, a great beauty, the woman he has been asking for, and finally let go of his own initiative.
"Are the consequences of failing to love so much?"
Finally calming down a little, he put on the clothes Wan Cen had prepared for him.
“Huh?”
Wan Cen outside also calmed down and turned around when she heard the door opening.
"Have you washed...eh?"
Zhong Buting said very speechlessly: "Are these the clothes you prepared?"
"How could it be, I...I I obviously bought it according to your size.”
The clothes on Zhong Buting’s body were newly bought, but they were very tight, like a double-point attack.
Looking at Wan Cen, he didn't know where to turn his eyes.
"Oh, you bought it according to my previous size, right? After I woke up, my body shape was different."
Wan Cen glanced at it and then looked away.
It is indeed much stronger.
“Sorry.”
"Forget it, bring me the clothes I brought."
If you put it on like this, you will definitely be laughed at by your brothers.
"I...I just took it to wash."
"???"
What kind of TV plot is this?
Wan Cen quickly explained: "It's okay. I chose drying. It can be dried after washing. You just take this opportunity to see your daughter."
In fact, he can speed up time and make clothes instantly Washed.
But after a series of psychological activities just now, coupled with Wan Cen's attempt to stay, he nodded subconsciously.
My daughter Wan Qing has now been named Zhong Wanqing.
Zhong Buting actually didn't care about this. Wan Cen took the initiative to change it, saying that he would make up for him in all the areas that could be made up for.
"Little guy, daddy is here. Open your eyes and look at him."
"Forget it, if you sleep so soundly, don't wake her up. I'll just look at her."
>Looking at Zhong Buting kissing his daughter, Wan Cen felt a little embarrassed.
She wanted to wake her daughter up so that Zhong Poting could stay a little longer, because every time at night, she would clamor for her father.
But I didn’t expect this little guy to sleep so hard today.
Little did she know that Chang Qing in another room was shaking her fingertips with a speechless expression, her fingertips swaying in ripples.
"Shi Chan, you owe me this. You must use your ability to repay me well next time."
My daughter couldn't wake up, and the clothes were still being washed.
The two soon fell into a scene of mutual silence.
Although they were silent, both of them seemed to be hesitant to speak and their heartbeats were racing.
At this time, they discovered that they wanted to have a special spark with the person next to them, but they were so speechless.
Zhong Buting was feeling better, but Wan Cen felt more and more regretful.
Taking a deep breath, she took the initiative to speak.
"Is everything okay in there? I heard it's been two years."
"Yes, in terms of physical and mental age, I'm already as old as you."
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you talking about this again? Didn't I say it's over?"
Zhong Buting scratched the back of his head, feeling a little at a loss.
How about time being something magical?
Two years ago (in his sense of time), he clearly let go of the relationship between them so handsomely, but Wan Cen couldn't move him no matter how hard he tried to keep him.
But after working hard for two years, he put down more things. Coupled with the physical and psychological emptiness and desire, he had...
Wan Cen suddenly leaned over.
"What are you doing..."
"Let me compensate you, okay?"
Compensation?
Hearing this word, Zhong Buting's heart cooled down again.
"Don't be like this, you don't owe me anything."
Wan Cen didn't let him push him away, and stared at him with a delicate face.
The tight mouth opened slightly.
“Do you mean you don’t want me to post it for this reason?”
She actually saw it.
This is very embarrassing. If you admit it, it means you also admit that you have thoughts about her.
If you don’t admit it... Her eyes are too direct, she has clearly seen through her. It would be too embarrassing not to admit it.
What to do? How to say? How to respond?
While he was still struggling, Wan Cen was almost unable to hold himself together.
She knew that tonight might be her biggest opportunity, but being so direct made her feel the strongest shame since she was born.
If this were drawn in a comic style, her face must be red now, her eyes are circling, and she can't tell the difference between east, west, and north.
The same goes for Zhong Buting.
Come on, he is an extremely healthy man both physically and mentally.
The two of them just looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
In the end, Zhong Buting didn't know what he was thinking and said something incomprehensible.
"Daughter... my daughter is asleep."
"Then let's change places?"
"That's okay."
Temporary board house There is more than one empty room.
At the same time, a woman far away was inexplicably flustered.
She seemed to feel something, her expression was gloomy.
"Wan Cen, if you really betray me, I will not show mercy."
Sorry, today's chapter is watery, not nutritious, I was delayed by something, I will write it down tomorrow route.
(End of this chapter)