Han Changsheng sat on the sofa with Yang Mi in his arms, his palm brushing across her tight skin.
"This ginseng chicken soup needs four hours to be ready. We slept too late last night, so I can't make it for you. I have plenty of time in the afternoon, so I can make it for you.”
Yang Mi burst into laughter." You're quite fair. Does that mean we'll split the ginseng and black-bone chicken soup equally?”
"Don't split it in half! I have to drink it too, okay?"
"Do you still need chicken soup?"
"Today's acting and the script are right. My mouth is very dry. If I don't drink some soup, I'll really become an adult.”
"Master, how was Fatty Di's line? Are you stupid? Do you memorize the wrong lines from time to time?”Yang Mi's eyes were bright. One of them was engraved with the word "eight" while the other was engraved with the word "hexagram".
"First wife, your focus is so strange. You don't care about your husband's health, but we care about Fatty Di's lines?”Han Changsheng clutched his chest, looking pitiful.
"You were the one who led me to say it!”
Yang Mi angrily pinched this bad old master and giggled in his arms.
After the change in her relationship with her master, her mentality had completely changed.
She considered herself as the first wife, so she naturally thought more about the matters between husband and wife.
Fatty Di had to do whatever her first wife could do, or else she would be judged as not loving her master.
As for matters other than between husband and wife, they could discuss it.
"Hah…"
Diligra walked out of the master bedroom in her pajamas, yawning. She saw the two of them on the sofa.
He rubbed his eyes and instantly woke up.
She ran over and shouted as she ran," Yang Mi! Get up!"
"I'm carrying my master. You don't seem to care.”
" That's not what I'm talking about. You're pressing on my clothes..." Looking at the neatly folded clothes on the sofa, Diligareba was dumbfounded.
What was wrong with the script?
Shouldn't his clothes be pressed under Yang Mi's legs, and then when he took his clothes, he would slap her?
"Do you think I'm like you, throwing the clothes I took off casually? I folded them for you long ago.”Yang Mi pursed her lips into a smile, and her tone changed to Han Changsheng's.
The moment she saw the clothes on the sofa, she decided to fold them.
It wasn't because she liked to be clean and tidy, but because she didn't want her master to press on these clothes.
The space just now belonged to the two of them. They couldn't let Fatty Di's clothes ruin the warm atmosphere.
Yang Mi glanced at Fatty Di's curvaceous body and pouted.
"What are you showing off for? Hurry up and change your clothes.”
"You must be envious! Jealous! You must be jealous!"
Diligra didn't care that she was running away. She spun around three times and posed a few times to show off her good figure. Then, she sat down next to Han Changsheng and put on her clothes.
"What am I envious of? You have me, okay?”
Yang Mi said lightly as her gaze fell on the other party.
"You…"
Diligra looked down at herself, then at the other party, and was instantly furious.
He didn't care about the clothes that he hadn't put on yet. He directly pounced on Yang Mi and instantly pinched his target.
"Ouch, it hurts. Fatty Di, you're courting death!”
"Yang Mi, how dare you pinch me!"
"You've already pinched me. Why can't I pinch you?”
The two women were fighting on Han Changsheng's body, giving him a headache.
Both of them were his wives, and it was easy to be blamed if he helped either one.
He rolled his eyes and used two grappling moves.
Since he couldn't help, he might as well join the battle.
"Master, I was wrong. I surrender!"
"Master, I was wrong too. Let go!”
The two girls lay on either side of Han Changsheng, their faces full of grievance.
Han Changsheng's lips curved into a smile.""Are we still going to fight in the future?"
Dilirba pouted and said,"We didn't fight. We were just fooling around. Eldest Sister and I used to do the same thing.”
Yang Mi agreed." That's right, that's right. Fatty Di and I are used to fighting. Master, what you saw was just an illusion."”
Han Changsheng raised an eyebrow." So I was wrong?"”
"No, no, no, Master, how can you be wrong? It's our fault."
"Yes, it's all our fault.”
Yang Mi and Dilipraba looked at each other and smiled apologetically, hugging their arms tightly.
At a time like this, if he didn't beg for mercy, he could still resist.
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