Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 591 The Wife's Ugly Husband (50)

"Okay, after eating the noodles, take a bite of the cake and then you can see the gift! By the way, do you want to cut the cake yourself? The cake that Mr. Shou Xing cut himself is very delicious!"

Seeing him put down the bowl and chopsticks, Mingyu hurriedly handed over the simple version of the cake.

Ye Wushuang took it calmly, pulled out the candle on it and put it aside, then sat down again.

Then--

Under the stunned gazes of Mingyu and many servants, he ate up a cake without any leftovers.

The bowl of longevity noodles is not small. To be honest, in the morning, normal people have limited space in their stomachs after eating the bowl of longevity noodles, and eating cake on their birthday is just a good meaning, so Mingyu just proposed He only needs to eat a bite of the cake to win the prize.

What she and everyone didn't expect was... Ye Wushuang's appetite.

Several times during the period, Mingyu wanted to persuade him not to eat if he couldn't eat it, but whenever she started to speak, Ye Wushuang seemed to be able to sense it, and those light-colored glass-like eyes would glance at her lightly. Take a look at her, and then continue to eat the cake gracefully.

He didn't get up slowly until he finished eating all the cake, and finally glanced at the empty noodle bowl and cake tray with some reluctance.

Mingyu: "..."

It took a while for her face to smile again, and she said not so sincerely: "Wu Shuang, I will do it for you next time!"

Ye Wushuang suddenly turned his head, staring at her with burning eyes.

"If you like it, I will definitely make it for you in the future!"

"it is good."

After getting a satisfactory answer, the expression on Ye Wushuang's face softened a bit.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Mingyu pulled him up to proceed to the next link.

"Come on, I'll take you to see the gifts."

As soon as his palm became hot, Ye Wushuang immediately lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the hand connected to his palm.

The tentacles are soft and smooth, just like the hands of ordinary men, thinking, he slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

And Mingyu, at the moment when she held Ye Wu's hands, felt something weird.

In my mother's country, men don't go out of the gate. Except for ordinary farmers, men from other wealthy families don't do physical work at all, so their skin is generally delicate, but——

If she feels right, there are some hard calluses on the palms of Ye Wu's hands, right?

"your hands?"

Thinking about it, she naturally raised the connected palms of the two, held Ye Wushuang's palm and watched.

"Wushuang, why do you have calluses on your hands?"

She was a little strange, Ye Wushuang had always been the son of the Ye family in Lancheng, why is his palm so rough?

But the moment Ye Wushuang opened her mouth, the palm she was holding shrank back like an electric shock.

"No, nothing!"

He lowered his eyes, with a look of panic on his face.

Mingyu frowned: "What's going on?"

Ye Wushuang was silent.

After a while, it was Zong'er who answered her doubts: "Second miss, don't blame Zhengjun, it's Zhengjun who has done a lot of work in the past two months since he married in the mansion, but it's all right now, I believe it won't be long. Zhengjun's hand will be back to normal."

It turns out that Ye Wushuang has not been treated by Xing Mingyu since she married into Shangshu's mansion. There is no such thing as a case or money, and there is no servant boy who should be. Zhengjun does his own laundry, prepares meals, cleans and cleans neatly, that's why he said this.

When Mingyu heard this, a hint of distress flashed across her eyes.

Ye Wushuang turned his head and took a deep look at Zong'er.

He really liked the page boy!
The thin calluses on his palms were caused by martial arts practice.

(End of this chapter)