Feng Juncheng delivered the mobile phone to Yuchi Leirou, but the other party still didn't answer.
"I've been in a meeting today, and I came back too late, Miss Yuchi, you called me halfway, and I didn't hear what you were saying, so I just made a few perfunctory words. Is it because of me?"
Yuchi Leirou shook her head, turned around, and covered herself with the quilt.
"I'm definitely not the kind of man who won't cherish it when he gets it."
Yuchi Leirou snorted, thinking of the things Feng Juncheng ordered her to do after she came back, she seemed to be no longer interested in him, let alone being able to tell him what was in her heart.
"Miss Yuchi, Guan Xiao is calling again. If you are tired, let me answer it for you. Pour me a glass of water. I have a hard meeting. Help me squeeze my shoulders and legs too. They are sore. It hurts a lot."
"Um."
Yuchi Leirou got up and went to help Feng Juncheng pour water. Who knows, she never came to bed again.
"It's better to wipe the floor and the walls again. I don't know why, so much dust falls on it, and so does my purse. In fact, the house is not big, but the materials are easy to dust, so I need to trouble you, Ms. Yuchi I want to call you wife directly like Hong Qunhong, but I don't want to talk about it after he has called it, but the word wife is too common, and it makes you old."
Feng Juncheng didn't answer Guan Xiao's phone call, he seemed to remember the past, and even more crazily called Yuchi Leirou to work here and there, as if he wanted to return all the grievances he suffered before marriage to Yuchi Leirou ten times and a hundred times.
"The ground is a bit wet, but the upstairs is not leaking, and I have to trouble you to wipe it with a rag frequently. The mop can't get it clean."
Afterwards, Yuchi Leirou began to half squat and half kneel on the ground, holding a rag, and wiping the floor little by little.
"Eh? Miss Yuchi, I suddenly thought of a name that is unique to you. I have never called it to any girlfriend before, and that is baby. Do you like this name? Baby, it sounds so spoiled. By the way , My feet are itchy, please scratch them for me."
Yuchi Leirou sighed deeply, stared at Feng Juncheng's blistered feet, was startled, and still helped to pinch gently.
"Use a little force and move a little bigger."
"what are you doing?"
"I just took a photo, there is no need to make such a fuss, you are already my wife, baby."
"I don't like this title, you'd better call me Miss Yuchi."
"What did you say?"
Feng Juncheng, who was about to answer Guan Xiao's call, dropped Yuchi Leirou's cell phone to the ground, but Yuchi Leirou repeated it again not to be outdone.
"What do you want to do?"
"How dare you talk to me like that? I'm your husband. Who gave you the courage? It's no exaggeration for you to give me your heart, liver and lungs. I can pretend that what you did before didn't happen, but it depends on You treat me like this from now on."
Feng Juncheng jumped up from the bed and picked up the pillow, as if he was about to suffocate Yuchi Leirou to death.
"hehe."
"Are you still laughing? A woman should do her duty. You did a good job? Look at the table, is the position of the vase right?"
Immediately afterwards, Feng Juncheng threw the sunflower to the ground and stepped on it twice, which attracted Yuchi Leirou's wide-eyed stare.
"Look at me, it must be full of temptation, baby" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com