Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

"Hurry up and finish your meal first, and I'll come down to check later."

When Yuan Song heard what Gu Suiye said, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he stepped back and walked to the dining table.

There was only a little vegetable soup left on the plate, Yuan Song frowned, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Turning his head in embarrassment, he glanced at Gu Suiye, who still had a proud expression on his face, which was really annoying.

As a last resort, Yuan Song ate soup and bibimbap directly.

Gu Suiye frowned curiously, and glanced at Yuan Song with a slightly puzzled expression.

From the moment she came home, she was very busy, and her pale face was still a little rosy after finishing her work.

She raised her head, revealing her delicate face, her moist skin, with beads of sweat, and her small white face, with a hint of flattery, which made herself extremely disgusted.

Glaring angrily, he stood up and walked up the stairs.

After Yuan Song finished his meal, he stood up and looked towards the sofa. Gu Suiye was no longer there, and he finally relaxed.

With a bitter face, he picked up the rag and began to wipe the place where the water was poured just now. After wiping it clean, he continued to wipe it until the floor was reflective, and he was satisfied.

Then he started to tidy up the kitchen, wiped the oil stains on it gloomily, and looked out the window with a disappointed expression.

This man is really narrow-minded, he has to care about everything with himself.

Yuan Song looked at everything he had packed, walked to the sofa and sat down contentedly, and beat his waist with a sad face.

He leaned back comfortably, closed his eyes, and smiled easily.

After a busy morning, I can finally rest now. I am so tired.

When Gu Suiye went downstairs, he saw Yuan Song leaning on the sofa, looking drowsy, with a tired expression on his face.

Walking forward, coughing twice, he saw Yuan Song opened his eyes in a daze, and looked at himself suspiciously.

"Sleep after work is done? The lower ones are cleaned up, and the upper ones? Have you cleaned up?"

Gu Suiye stared straight at Yuan Song, frowning displeasedly.

Yuan Song woke up in an instant, and stood up from the sofa in a jerk, with a tired face and no energy at all.

Walking directly from Gu Suiye's side, resignedly picked up the rag, carried a small bucket, and walked upstairs step by step.

Seeing Gu Suiye still standing downstairs, his face immediately changed, and he glared at him through gritted teeth.

Gu Suiye looked around and found that the cleaning was not bad, but he wouldn't make her feel better.

Going up the stairs and into the study, Yuan Song happened to be wiping the door, pouted with a dissatisfied look on his face.

In an instant, Gu Suiye's expression became angry, "Yuan Song, are you staring at me?"

Slowly approaching her, I saw that she looked flustered and looked at him in fear.

Yuan Song covered his ears, closed his eyes, shrunk his neck, and stood there tremblingly.

I feel aggrieved in my heart, I just can't see myself well, and before I take a break, I just...

"You read wrong, I'm cleaning the room now."

His heart tightened, he still held the rag in his hand, and placed it in front of him, Gu Suiye immediately avoided it, staring at him in disgust.

"Are you dissatisfied and want to deal with me?"

Gu Suiye stared at her with indifferent eyes, feeling uncomfortable, grabbed her hand, squeezed it tightly, and squeezed hard.

Yuan Song gritted his teeth and cried out in pain, "Let go of me, I'm not lazy, I will work hard."

Frowning, his whole face wrinkled from the pain in his hand, struggling hard.

This hand is still the one that was injured that day, and it still hurts a little now, and it hurts even more after being pinched by him like this.

With an angry face, Gu Suiye glanced at her with displeasure, and said coldly: "Finally, according to what you said, from today onwards, you will not be able to rest. Get up at six in the morning and sleep in the early morning at night. Keep working, don't be tender and lazy, if I catch you..."

Yuan Song's face froze, his mind was in a daze, and he lowered his head complaining, what's the rule, what's the difference between this and suicide?
It's really not as good as that meeting will die directly and let him torture himself like this.

Seeing her frowning, sad, and helpless, Gu Suiye sneered.

"Let me tell you, if you want to die, your mother can now..."

With a raised face and raised eyebrows, he bent over to stare at her seriously.

Yuan Song took a tight breath, lowered his head helplessly, and begged in a low voice: "I promise you, let my mother go."

Gu Suiye didn't say anything, just stood there, looking at her with a sneer.

Disapprovingly, he directly pulled a few strands of her hair, watching her in pain, the corners of his mouth twitched.

His eyes gradually became disdainful, and he squinted slightly, looking at her long hair, which was black and beautiful, soft and smooth.

It suddenly occurred to him that he couldn't just do some cleaning, and he had to torture her severely.

If she was lazy, I couldn't see it. It seemed that I had to think of a simple and brutal method.

Yuan Song covered his head, lowered his head, glanced at him dissatisfied, and made a face at him. This man is sick, otherwise why would he torture himself like this.

I also asked myself to keep moving, and besides, I am not a machine, so I don't stop 24 hours a day.

Now that Gu Suiye didn't move, Yuan Song resignedly picked up the rag and started cleaning in another place.

Gu Suiye glanced back, and didn't care anymore, he had to torture her severely.

It must make her feel overwhelmed with pain to be satisfied.

Suddenly a vicious thought came to her mind, not only did she not have to do it herself, but also let her know that she didn't do it by herself.

The next day, Yuan Song woke up early, cooked breakfast, and put it on the dining table.

Go upstairs, take a deep breath, knock on the door lightly, and say, "Breakfast is ready."

After finishing speaking, he went downstairs. Yuan Song only heard the sound of a key turning, and all went to the door tremblingly.

The door was opened suddenly, and a middle-aged woman with a fierce face walked in, looking up at the whole room.

Displeased: "What kind of work are you doing? The whole room smells bad, isn't there any incense? The smell is so strong? Hurry up, why are you still standing there?"

His eyes glanced at Yuan Song coldly, he is quite handsome, what a pity.

Yuan Song was taken aback, and asked timidly, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged woman raised her head and said proudly: "The old lady asked me to come here. From now on, I will be the housekeeper here. You have to listen to me, do you hear me?"

Yuan Song shrank his neck, nodded timidly, and clutched his hands tightly.

Sadly hanging his head, standing aside lonely,.

The housekeeper saw that he was not going to work, but was still standing here, and when his temper got up, he stretched out his hand to hit Yuan Song.

"Don't go to work, what are you thinking?"

Yuan Song cried out in pain, shrunk his neck, lowered his head, hurriedly trotted to the bathroom, and picked up the rag.

The expression on his face was unusually sad and helpless.