The Contracted Wife: Boss, No Binding Contract

Although the two are already intimate husbands and wives, Ling Chuxia never dared to take another look at Shi Che. At that time, most of them were silently endured with closed eyes, so she had never seen his figure so clearly. It was so shocking that Ling Chuxia was dumb, and he was a little stuttered, "washing, bathing water... put it away."

In one sentence, he was eagerly expecting, and almost didn't bite his tongue.

Shi Che didn't even glance at her this time, and walked into the bathroom without squinting.

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As soon as Shi Che left, Ling Chuxia could feel the pressure like a mountain, and quickly retreated. She had been holding her breath and hanging her heart before, but at this moment she was able to breathe heavily.

Looking at the clothes that Shi Che had left behind and scattered on the ground, she slowly squatted down, picking up one by one.

Shi Che doesn’t like clutter, and requires that the surrounding environment must be clean and tidy. Although he himself may be the one who creates the clutter, she always follows behind him to clean up the first time. Make sure that when he looks back again, he is surrounded by Clean and neat.

When she was packing up, Ling Chuxia couldn't help thinking, Shi Che had a fire like that before, and she hadn't returned home for several months. There was no news. When she tried to call, she was either ruthlessly hung up or refused. Now ... He suddenly came back... Does it mean that his anger has disappeared?

If it disappears, it can't be better, if it doesn't disappear... Ling Chuxia frowned involuntarily and sighed softly.

After marrying Shi Che, she felt that she was about to sigh all her life.

Young Master Shi is indeed very difficult to serve.

She thinks that she is good enough to watch her words and actions, but she still can't guess the mind of the young master every time, and every time she is totally different and totally different.

So every time Shi Che went home, she had to deal with him with twelve points of energy, and she didn't dare to relax half a point, always exhausting herself.

Sometimes, she really doesn't want him to go home, he is not at home, she is at home alone, happy and relaxed.

It's just...If he doesn't go home, she won't be able to complete her task...So, she hopes that he can go home again.

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Ling Chuxia packed her clothes, turned and went downstairs, warmed a glass of milk, and brought it up again.

When she entered the bedroom, Shi Che had already left the bathroom, wearing a loose bathrobe, sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping her hair with a towel.

Ling Chuxia hurriedly stepped forward, put the tray on the bedside table, and whispered, "Master, let me go."

With that, she stretched out her hand habitually, ready to take Shi Che's towel.

To be honest, she is not so much Shi Che's wife as she is a very competent nanny.

Because of her responsibility, her obligation, is to take good care of Shi Che, all aspects of life, even small things like wiping hair.

She moves very naturally, naturally to a habit, and accustomed to it for granted.

But this time, Shi Che did not hand her the towel, but paused for a while, and his black eyes glanced at her, as if there was a hint of sarcasm in it.

Ling Chuxia's hands stiffened, and she didn't understand what his eyes meant.

Shi Che finally spoke.

Perhaps because of drinking, his voice was slightly hoarse, rusty, and a trace of magnetism, but his tone was cold and indifferent, which could not make her feel sweet, but shuddered.