My wife is number one in the world

Young Master Liu muttered a few words, and under the red face, the bed curtain rose automatically again without wind.

The moonlight gradually set in the sky, and the sound of cock crowing came from the room, and the voice of Young Master Liu begging for mercy faintly came from the room: "My lady, whether you can conceive a baby is God's will, it really has nothing to do with the number of times, let's rest, really, forgive me."

The beautiful woman's charming voice came: "Husband......"

The voice was as tender as water, even steel would turn into soft fingers: "Miss, this is the last time, otherwise both sides will suffer, can you get up tomorrow?"

The rooster crowed twice, and a white light rose faintly from the sky, and it seemed that it was already five o'clock: "Lady, what kind of things did your nanny teach, my husband can swear that whether you can conceive a baby really has nothing to do with the number of times, rest, OK?"

Finally everything melted into silence, and the sound of sound sleep came from the room.

As the sun was rising, Ying'er came to Young Master Liu's room with her toiletries ready as usual: "Master, wake up and wash up."

There was no answer after knocking on the door several times. Ying'er pushed open the door suspiciously. This is what Liu Mingzhi said. As long as she didn't answer, she must push the door open and come in. Young Master Liu has been kidnapped many times, and she has already left the room. I cast a shadow on my heart.

Ying'er walked in lightly with the basin in her hand, and she was relieved when she heard voices on the bed. It seemed that the young master was just snoozing a little, and wasn't kidnapped. After putting down the basin, Ying'er planned to pull The gauze in front of the window.

"Ah!" Ying'er screamed, and then looked at the scattered clothes on the ground with red face, which had never happened before.

Sure enough, Ying'er's cry woke up Young Master Liu who was still asleep, and opened his sleepy eyes Young Young Master Liu yawned: "Is it Ying'er? What time is it?"

"Master, the sky is bright and the sun has risen. Are you alright, master?"

"It's okay, I had a little temper tantrum with the young lady yesterday, and we had a fight, but I didn't hit your young lady in the end, hiss..."

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's okay, you turn around first."

"Oh!"

Young Master Liu smiled and looked at the lazy Qi Yun and said to his ear, "Lady, let me just say, you will definitely not get up today."

Qi Yun gave her husband a charming look, pulled the quilt around her delicate body and continued to fall asleep.

After rustling her clothes, First Young Master Liu put on her shoes and got up, and fell to the ground with a plop, almost hitting the stool.

Ying'er hurriedly turned around and helped her young master up: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's a slippery foot, it's all right."

"Master, I helped you to do it, didn't you twist your foot?"

"You don't need to help, you don't need to help, the young master is fine, Yinger, from today on the young master has a nickname, quite domineering, nine times a night, the young master is not bragging to you, this is obtained through historical research and the young master's personal practice nickname, is the young master amazing?"

"The young master is the best, sit down quickly."

"You don't need to help, the young master is in good health. It's only a little bit of a storm, and Wang Yanghai will be able to subdue it with the first step? Impossible!"

Looking at the stubborn young master, Ying'er had no choice but to let go of the hands supporting Young Master Liu, and with a plop, Young Master Liu fell limply on the stool again.

"Master!"

"Then what, Ying'er, I'd better give you a hand, the shoes don't fit."

"Okay, master, please slow down."

As soon as she got out of the dim screen, Ying'er called out in surprise: "Master, your face is so pale."

"Don't talk nonsense, why is the young master pale when he is healthy and healthy? It must be your eyesight."

Seeing that the young master didn't believe her words, Ying'er pouted and took a bronze mirror and put it in front of young master Liu: "Young master, you can see for yourself."

"Ah, ghost!" Young Master Liu in the mirror was pale, with sunken eye sockets and scrawled hair.

"Is this me, young master?" Young Master Liu held up the bronze mirror in disbelief with a look of disbelief.

"Master, the person here is you."

Young Master Liu endured the pain in his back and turned around to look at the position of the bed with a sad face: "Young master said that it has nothing to do with the number of times, it doesn't matter, I thought it would be fine for a martial arts practitioner to be stronger, were you a water pump in your last life?"

"Master, do you want to find a doctor for you?"

"Ying'er, you said that our family has a big business, so waste is not very good. Shouldn't we be more thrifty?"

Ying'er pouted and nodded sharply: "The young master is right, it's really not good to waste food."

"So, those thousand-year-old ginseng and hundred-year-old ginseng piled up in the warehouse will definitely become less and less effective. How can the young master be that kind of wasteful prodigal son? Let's go to the kitchen and order it. The young master boils half a bowl of ginseng soup to drink, to prevent waste, start from the young master."

"Ah?" Ying'er opened her mouth slightly, and looked at her young master strangely. Doesn't the young master hate drinking ginseng soup the most?

"Ah what? Go!"

"oh oh."

"and many more!"

"Master?"

"Then what, let me put some goji berry and angelica, too. The young master likes red things recently, and suddenly he likes them. What's wrong with you?"

"Okay, do you need anything else, Master?"

"Remember to put some rouge on the young master to cover the eye sockets when you come back."

"Isn't the young master the one who dislikes powdering the most? You said that a man never puts on those things."

"Hey, there's no need to waste it. The young master said to save it. Go."

After half an hour, Ying'er came back carrying a wooden tray with a small bowl on it: "Master, have some soup."

"Is it hot?"

"It's cold, the temperature is just right."

"Let's put it down, I'll try to see if the cooking skills in the kitchen have improved." After a while, there was a sound of collision between the spoon and the porcelain bowl: "Ying'er, why don't you feed me, the young lady rewarded the young master's hand yesterday, I can't use my strength."

Ying'er picked up the ginseng soup and carefully fed the young master to drink the soup spoon by spoon.

A quarter of an hour later, Young Master Liu patted his chest: "Master, this body can kill a cow, do you believe it, Yinger?"

Ying'er carefully wiped off the water stains for the young master with a handkerchief and smiled sweetly: "Ying'er believes everything the young master says!"

"Ying'er is still good, let's not talk about it, wash your face first, the young master ate without washing up for the first time, your young lady has profound skills, the young master is invincible."

Ying'er wrung out the towel and handed it to First Young Master Liu: "Master wipes his face, Ying'er is going to wait for the young lady to change clothes."

"Wait." Young Master Liu stopped Ying'er with an unnatural expression, "Young Madam is not feeling well today, just send someone to bring breakfast over later."