Spoiling His Wife Too Much: Chief Compulsory Love

"Miss Yi gets up at six o'clock every day to make breakfast, then tidies up the room, takes the bus to school after everything is done, waits until the evening when she comes back, makes dinner, and then does the laundry."

Zhan Yan tugged at his collar: "Does this happen every day?"

"Yes, after finishing what you ordered every day, I made a list and put it in your room."

The mouse in Zhan Yan's hand shook.

Get up at six?Take the bus?

This woman loves to stay in bed so much, she usually never gets up until the last second, and also squeezes the bus...

If he remembers correctly, it takes half an hour to walk from Lake Meilan to the school bus stop...

Does she have to be so stubborn?Is it that difficult to bow your head and say that I was wrong?

Even if she didn't apologize, she pouted, acted coquettishly, called him, or even sent a text message saying 'Hello—', he could run home desperately and hold her in his arms.

but…

Zhan Yan picked up his mobile phone, flipped and flipped, looked and looked, but in the end there was still no news about Yi Xiao's half a dime.

This woman is not cute!

But even less cute than her, it was Zhan Yan himself, who clearly despised her for a long time, but still felt like he had thorns growing on his buttocks and couldn't sit still.

He curled his lips, put his phone in his trouser pocket, stood up from the table, and waved to his bodyguard: "Go and drive back to Lake Malaren!"

……

Since Yi Xiao made her first breakfast that day, she has arranged all the meals for a week.

However, Zhan Yan never came back again.

It's just that from the TV, I can occasionally see him taking Li Yuhan to participate in activities, still looking imposing, elegant and unrestrained.

But I also know that Yi Xiao knows how vicious and domineering a man after all his luxury is.

Yi Xiao hurried home after school that day, even though Zhan Yan was not at home for dinner, she still had to do it.

Because it doesn't matter whether he eats it or not, as long as she cooks it, it will cost 5000 yuan.

After Yi Xiao changed into her slippers, she went to the laundry room to take out all of Zhan Yan's clothes, folded them and went upstairs.

Stretching out his hand to open the door of Zhang Yan's bedroom, a faint smell of alcohol came over his face.

Yi Xiao frowned, reached out and opened the button on the wall, and Hunan's room suddenly became brighter.

Beside the sofa, Zhan Yan had just unbuttoned his shirt, and his pale bronze breasts were strong and strong exposed to Yi Xiao's eyes, wild yet sexy.

Although she has seen Zhan Yan's body countless times, she still couldn't help a faint blush on her cheeks, Yi smiled and said falteringly: "These are your clothes, after washing, and the list on the table, you have a look…"

Zhan Yan stopped taking off his shirt and looked up at Yi Xiao.

The girl in front of her thought he was not at home, so she changed into a silk suspender skirt. Her slender, fair legs were tensely crossed, her long hair was casually rolled up, and a strand of hair hung mischievously by her ear, charming and charming. Playful, with a pair of seemingly innocent eyes, but fluorescent and spotless.

He hadn't seen this little thing for a week, but he was watching her every move all the time.

She was holding a basket of clothes in her hand, which were his winter clothes, which had been put away a long time ago, but because of the 5000 yuan, she turned them out again.