Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

"I'll go downstairs and make you some chrysanthemum tea, and you will get off the heat ... or you will cook some rock sugar Sydney Tremella or something.

Yue Tingfeng: "Mom ... you should go back to bed quickly, if you can't sleep, call the old fox and let him play with you."

After that, he closed the door directly.

Mrs. Yue pinched her lips: "My mother is for you!"

Yue Tingfeng went back and found that Yan Qingsi didn't look right at him: "Qing Si, what's wrong?"

Yan Qingsi pointed to her three steps away: "You stand there."

Yue Tingfeng didn't step over, and retracted: "Wife ... what game do you want to play?"

Yan Qingsi supported her chin, her eyes looked like hooks, and she swept Yuet Feng: "How do you control yourself?"

Yue Tingfeng just felt that what he said was not right, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong, and he smiled: "I ... think ... quite ... well ..."

Yan Qingsi frizzled her hair: "Alright?"

Yue Tingfeng nodded: "It seems ... OK ..."

"It's okay ..." Yan Qingsi's eyes suddenly became sharper when he saw him: "That said, I'm no longer attractive?"

Yue Tingfeng: "Ah?"

"What are you doing, am I wrong?"

At this time, Yue listening to the wind suddenly realized that he felt something wrong with Mao just now. He really wasn't human for a while.

He strode over in three and two steps, holding Yan Qingsi's hand: "Wife, you are wrong ..."

Yan Qingsi pulled her hand out a little bit: "Am I wrong against you? Who said just now, I have good self-control ..."

Yue Tingfeng grabbed Yan Qingsi's hand again: "I'm not good, it's not good at all ... Seeing you, I'm all in control."

Yan Qingsi pushed his head away with the other hand: "A man with poor self-control has to be arrogant all over the place. What do you want, Yue Tingfeng?"

Yue Tingfeng felt that she had suffered a serious internal injury. Woman, you really can't tell her logic and reason.

He faced Yan Qingsi very seriously and said, "My self-control is only zero when facing you, and other women, including men, are indestructible."

Yan Qingsi raised her eyebrows: "It took me so long to answer this question. Let's go to bed tonight."

Yue Tingfeng ...

My heart is ￥ %% ￥ # @ * ……

Of course, Yue Tingfeng did not sleep on the sofa in the end. The reason he gave was that when you fell asleep, I went to the sofa again because you would not sleep properly and sleep peacefully without me.

Yan Qingsi agreed, but ... she was all asleep. Where did she care if Yue Tingfeng was in bed or on the sofa?

......

Su Cha left Yue's house and drove around the street until the early morning to see the time. It was almost 12 am, it was late, but he was not sleepy at all.

After thinking about it, Su Zhe decided to go to the hospital. He felt that Zeng Li could probably dig more things out.

The kid was not a waste, and compared with his seemingly wastewood appearance, he had a more generous heart, and was almost deceived by his disguise.

At the hospital, Su Zhe went straight to Zeng Li's ward.

His ward had greeted the hospital.

Su Zhe opened the door and went straight in. When he saw the sleeping Zeng Li, he picked up a glass of water that had cooled down on the table and poured it on Su Zhe's face.

Zeng Li was awakened by a frost, screamed, and sat up awkwardly, yelled a few words, saw Su cut, and then sent a mourn.