Master Spoils His Wife To The Extreme

"No, don't drive me away, don't..."

"Shut up and pretend to be autistic again. Don't blame me for being rude."

Zhuo Weiting said angrily.

"My... Sister was afraid that I didn't know how... How to please men, so... She drugged me."

Ziyan trembled. In a hurry, she finally made up a reason.

"Medicine? You took medicine on your wedding day? Do you know it's an insult to a man?"

Although he had guessed it, Zhuo Weiting was still angry because he would hear the truth.

No wonder she was so enthusiastic the night before yesterday. Damn, those damn women.

"Sorry, it's me."

Ziyan's wrist hurts. His hand is so tight that Ziyan can feel his cold murderous spirit.

"Listen to me. No matter who you are, you'd better behave yourself and don't want to play any tricks."

Zhuo Weiting lifted her with one hand and threw her into the bathtub as if he were afraid of soiling himself.

Looking at his body fluttering in the bathtub, Zhuo Weiting's anger kept rising. The little liar was as obedient as a child's adopted daughter-in-law.

Ziyan finally sat up holding the edge of the bathtub, but Zhuo Weiting stepped in.

"Come here and give me a bath."

Looking at the frightened big eyes like a little rabbit, Zhuo Weiting hardened his heart.

Ziyan's hand was shaking. She didn't take a bath, but it was six years ago.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Zhuo Weiting had an idea of drowning her in the water.

This soft bone, this cowardly coward, living is a waste of oxygen.

If she is really the dead fourth miss of the Song family, she will become a disgrace in his life.

"Sorry, I won't do this again."

Ziyan stood up and carefully walked around behind Zhuo Weiting for fear of touching him.

"Let me ask you again. What's your name?"

Feeling the trembling little hand behind him, Zhuo Weiting closed his eyes and asked in a low voice.

He knew he had frightened her today, and he didn't want to, but when he saw her look like a little daughter-in-law, he became angry.

"Ziyan, song Ziyan."

"Aren't you song Laidi?"

Zhuo Weiting finally smiled. At least she was honest today.

"She is my third sister."

Ziyan was very quiet. She agreed to hide it during the day, but he would tell the truth under his cold confession.

"You mean you married on behalf of me?"

Zhuo Weiting's voice will be much softer, just like last night.

"Well, I'm sorry, I..."

"I don't feel sorry to say casually in the future."

Hearing her voice like a little daughter-in-law, Zhuo Weiting spoke with command.

"Yes... OK."

"Tell me, how old are you?"

"It's almost twenty."

Ziyan hesitated for a while and wanted to say 19, but since this meeting is not song Laidi, it is estimated that she will not believe it.

"How fast is this?"

Zhuo Weiting breathed, almost twenty, and sure enough, he was still nineteen.

"I don't know. There may be three months left."

Ziyan's hand stopped and her head dropped. In her memory, she never had a birthday. She didn't know which day her birthday was. She only remembered that it was in September.

"What is possible? Don't tell me. You don't even know who you were born that day?"

Hearing this hesitation and guessing tone, Zhuo Weiting was particularly uncomfortable.

"I really don't know. No one has ever told me."