My wife is going to be a scumbag today

Chapter 192 A Way of Love

Yan Jingnian suddenly realized that he was like a fully inflated balloon, and the little girl poked it lightly, and it burst in an instant.

"Ah."

Nian slowly pressed his forehead against his chest and nodded.

"Sleep peacefully at night, my husband won't force you, let's take it step by step, and gradually you won't be nervous."

"..."

Nian's face, which had finally recovered its normal complexion, was burning again.

It was so teasing, it made her heart beat faster.

The next day.

Before dawn, Nian slowly woke up.

All night, she dreamed, and her dreams were full of images of her tinkering in the baking room.

She couldn't wait, eager to go to the baking room to tinker.

She got up quietly and left the bedroom quietly.

The day is getting brighter.

Yan Jingnian stretched out his arms to hold him empty, and suddenly opened his dark eyes. The first reaction in his mind was that the little girl must have gone to the kitchen.

With experience, he calmly brushed his teeth and washed his face, and went down to find her after cleaning up.

Nian slowly put on the apron, and just came out after finishing breakfast.

When she ran into Yan Jingnian head-on, she looked flustered, and quickly explained, "I got up to learn about desserts. Shun, I'll make you breakfast by the way."

She really liked him and really cherished her relationship with him.

That's why I can't help but want to cook for him myself, and want to give him the warmth of home.

Yan Jingnian froze in place.

The terrified appearance of the little woman softened his heart, and his anger piled deep.

He took her hand and led her to the living room.

The two sat next to each other.

Yan Jingnian patiently reasoned with her, "Girl, you can work hard for your dreams, but you don't need to be busy for me."

"Not only can I afford you, but I can even invite countless people to take care of you alone. You must always remember your identity. Mrs. Yan doesn't need to work or do any housework, understand?"

Nian slowly frowned, "But, I'm not busy for others, you are my husband, I want to be busy for you."

Yan Jingnian's face swished, it was as black as black charcoal.

He put on his face in displeasure, "The husband is the wife's sky, if the sky falls, I will support it."

"Then why did you marry me? As a vase?"

Nian's little face gradually filled with depression, and the suffocation in his chest accumulated more and more.

"Girl, let's put it this way, when I marry you back, I want to pamper you, love you, and let you be a young mistress who doesn't touch her fingers, instead of being a free nanny."

"I know, this is a way of expressing your love for me."

Nian gradually felt that if she didn't speak clearly, she would definitely go crazy after a long time.

After a pause, he plucked up the courage to continue his analysis, "I cherish your love for me very much. I, like you, want to pay for each other, even if it is just a little bit, because you are my husband, and I want to take care of you, even if it is for you Serving water, washing clothes, and cooking are all ways I like to express myself.”

"Jingnian, we are husband and wife. Husband and wife should help each other, not you alone doing everything for me. Since ancient times, men farm and women weave, you start a career outside, and I help each other at home, isn't it normal? "

Yan Jingnian's brows were still furrowed, and all kinds of uncomfortable feelings surged in his heart.

"Girl, the way of life you mentioned is the way ordinary people get along."

Yan Jingnian took her hand, and his deep eyes fell on her face, "Your husband is different. Your husband is Yan Jingnian. He is very capable, so strong that he doesn't need you to do any housework."

(End of this chapter)