Imagining Mu Qingyu's hair blowing expression, Su Ziyan eased up. He found photos sent by several female artists when they showed their love on his microblog and sent them all screenshots to him.

"Look, how many women envy such a life."

Mu Qingyu opened those photos and saw a picture of a man cooking for a woman with a disdain on his face. When a man goes to the kitchen, he still wears this apron to please a woman. The cliff is brain crippling.

But when I opened the comment area sent by Su Ziyan to him, so many people said they liked it. Even many women shouted that they would marry a man who could cook for themselves. This is a good man.

Mu Qingyu frowned slightly and touched Qin Ran's back. "Do you like men to cook for you?"

Qin ran didn't fall asleep yet. Hearing this, he said angrily, "yes, my good husband should be able to prepare everything for me in the kitchen. You don't count!"

With that, Qin ran continued to pretend to sleep.

Mu Qingyu tilted his mouth and continued to look at the picture of cooking.

Hum, what does this man do? It seems that he has no appetite and is brain crippled!

If you really want him to do it, it must be better than this.

After reading the cooking photo, Mu Qingyu opened the next one, which is a photo of the marriage of female Liu Qingyun. Women in wedding dresses are smiling happily. There are bridesmaids and best men around them. They like sunshine, beach and beautiful scenery.

"Su Ziyan, do women like weddings?"

Su Ziyan was almost asleep. Looking at the news, he replied directly and speechless: "brother, what you said is not nonsense. In theory, most women have a wedding all their life. It's so sacred and not vigorous. Isn't that treating themselves badly? What did you give Qin ran? Just give her a wedding night. Frankly, it's you."

Mu Qingyu: "

It seems that Qin Ran has been crying that night. He's comfortable, so

Mu Qingyu shook his head and sneered. How could he make his wife uncomfortable.

Wedding, she likes him to do, do a big ticket, and then do it. This is the head office.

He thought so. When chatting with Su Ziyan, he sent a message: "who is so boring and cares about the wedding."

Su Ziyan: "OK, you have a good chat. You won't participate. You're tired of winning!"

Mu Qingyu: "and the one who shows off clothes and bags. I bought it for her before."

Seeing Mu Qingyu make complaints about it, Su Ziyan remembered the clothes and bags in the cloakroom, and could not help sitting up and sending messages. "My brother, your eyesight is very poor. You have prepared less than ten sets of clothes for her, all of which are the most old-fashioned, and I can't see those bags. Well, let me mention that all the other clothes in the cloakroom are civilian brands, shouldn't you buy them? Your old woman has to buy clothes with her own money when she marries you. Are you ashamed? Have the face to say that she is a good husband , ah! Despise you! "

Mu Qingyu was shocked when he saw the news.

He never noticed Qin Ran's cloakroom, nor did he really notice Qin Ran's clothes.

Now think about it carefully. In the first two months of marriage, except for the clothes he bought for big events, the rest she wore were not very attractive to him.

Did she buy those herself?

Mu Qingyu immediately felt bad and sent a text message to Uncle Zhong, the housekeeper.

[uncle Zhong, go to my room and see the clothes brand in the cloakroom. I want details!]

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