Spoiled Wife: Husband, You're Enough

Staring at the cell phone that had been playing for almost half an hour and was still not connected, Nalan Che's face was a little iron blue.

I'm too bold to answer his phone.

Aunt can bear it, uncle can't.

Nalanche threw his cell phone away and stood up. As soon as he walked out of the door of the study, he saw Muzi coming with a stew cup in his hand.

"Brother Che, have you finished your business? Aunt asked me to bring you soup." Muzi said with a smile.

Nalan Che's face was slightly cold and said ruthlessly, "don't do this again in the future."

"Brother Che, what do you mean by this? I don't understand." Muzi's face was a little pale.

"My words are not clear enough? I won't eat what you bring." Nalan Che said and turned away.

"Why, I just want to serve you. I don't mean anything else." Muzi clenched his fist against his back and said.

Nalan Che's footsteps paused and his voice softened: "I promise her that she will never eat the food served by other women, and I don't need your service. Don't waste your mind on me. Even if the world breaks down, it's impossible for me and you."

Nalan Che finished and left quickly without mercy.

The stew cup with wooden fruit almost ended unstable. She looked at nalanzhe's back shadow leaving without any care, and the fierce hatred was burning in her eyes.

Why, where on earth did she do badly? He had to blame her.

Why?

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Tong Xiaoman was lying on the bed, facing the maze of high numbers. His pen was about to bite, but he still had no clue.

"Ma Dan, who invented high numbers to harm the brain cells of all living beings? It's time to drag them out and kill them, then whip the corpses and divide them." Tong Xiaoman gnashed his teeth and cursed with a ferocious face. Suddenly, a strange sound came from outside the window. She was stunned. Was there a thief? She glanced at the reflection of the glass on the bedside table. Sure enough, she found a tall figure outside, trying to turn the window in.

The thief was also rampant. Unexpectedly, she dared to touch her room. She quietly grabbed the tea cup on the bedside table. Unexpectedly, with a whoosh, the tea cup flew into the air, quickly scratched a trace in mid air, and flew straight to the person who was trying to climb in from the window.

With a bang, the teacup didn't lose her hope, hit the target, and then came a dull hum.

Tong Xiaoman quickly jumped up from the bed and said coldly, "even miss Ben's room dares to break in. The birthday boy hanged himself. It's too long..."

When she saw the person jumping in from the window, her words suddenly stopped, the corners of her mouth twitched, then rose, and couldn't help laughing: "how is it you?"

"It's not me, who do you think it is?" Nalan Che reached out and rubbed the heart hit by the tea cup. His iron green handsome face was as black as the bottom of the pot, and his dark eyes with ice spikes stared at her.

Tong Xiaoman resisted the laughter that almost burst out, jumped in front of him, touched his heart with his soft palm, rubbed it, and said innocently, "who told you not to go at the door? I thought a thief touched it." but unexpectedly, it was the flower picker. Tong Xiaoman smiled, but he didn't have the courage to say this.

He could come in from the door, but he saw a light in her room below. If he wanted to see her quickly, he took a shortcut to turn over the window. Unexpectedly, he was regarded as a thief by her and hit by her tea cup. It was really embarrassing this time.