Beautiful wife is the best: rich husband has deep routines

"Shan Yuting, how could you treat me like this!"

"Why can't I? Remember what I said, I'm not joking!" Shan Yuting let go of Yao Lianna's neck, stepped back three or four steps, and continued, "Don't try to gossip in front of my wife, You are not qualified enough!"

Yao Lianna gasped for breath, and said angrily, "Shan Yuting, are you enough? Have you said enough? What's so good about that woman that it's worth your effort?"

Only when Yao Lianna was in a state of extreme anger would she call herself by her first and last name, Shan Yuting knew very well that Yao Lianna's mentality was about to completely collapse.

"Miss, what happened, do I need to call the police?"

The middle-aged woman in the house heard the sound of arguing and arguing outside the gate of the villa in her bedroom, put on some clothes and came to the gate.

When she found out that the owner of the voice was her own lady, she was afraid that the lady would suffer, so she specifically asked if she should call the police.

Yao Lianna clutched her neck, coughed lightly and said, "No, I'm chatting with my friends, you go to sleep."

The middle-aged woman in the gate was skeptical, fearing that something would happen, so she simply waited in the living room.

"What's so good about her?"

Yao Lianna asked in a low voice, as if she would not stop until she got an answer.

"Don't talk about anything else, just being kind-hearted is something you can't compare to."

It's really not that Shan Yuting was proud and boastful, he just said that casually, and such words happened to step on Yao Lianna's pain.

After finishing speaking, Shan Yuting flicked the invisible dust off his body, straightened the corners of his clothes, and then walked towards his car without looking back.

Yao Lianna stood on the spot and clenched her fists with a fierce look on her face: This matter is endless, let's wait and see!

Big deal, make that woman disappear forever!Just like her short-lived sister!

Anyway, for the same thing, if you do it once, you do it, and if you do it twice, you do it...

It was almost one o'clock in the morning when Shan Yuting opened the door and entered the living room. The TV in the living room was still on, but there was no one watching it.

He walked to the sofa, but he didn't see Jiang Zitong who was sleeping on the sofa. He couldn't help but feel a little strange, did he go to sleep in the master bedroom and didn't turn off the TV?

A second later, there was a sound from the kitchen, and the fragrance wafted out, which cleared Shan Yuting's confusion, and he smiled indistinctly at the corner of his mouth.

It turned out that his Mrs. Shan stayed up most of the night, stealing food in the kitchen, she was really a greedy cat.

Soon, he thought of another question. Could it be that Housekeeper Ling didn't prepare enough dishes for the evening, so his wife Shan didn't have enough to eat?

Well, it seems that he has to talk to Butler Ling tomorrow, and he has to prepare one or two more snacks for the evening.

When Shan Yuting walked into the kitchen, Jiang Zitong was wearing a black vest and shorts and was sitting cross-legged on a high stool next to the kitchen counter, eating small wontons. There was still a mobile phone next to her bowl, and while she was eating small wontons, Don't forget to tap the screen twice.

According to Shan Yuting's understanding of Jiang Zitong, the stuffing of the small wonton must be fresh shrimp, and the content on the phone must also be Weibo.

Obviously Jiang Zitong's height is not low, but in such a sitting posture, in the eyes of Shan Yuting, he became a small bird.

It really echoes the old saying: People who don't like people are not pleasing to the eye; people who like people are good no matter what!

Shan Yuting looked at Jiang Zitong's little back for a while, and then said: "Mrs. Shan, what are you eating so late? Didn't you have enough to eat?"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Zitong was startled, and the little wonton that had just "slid" into his mouth was stuck in his throat: "Cough cough, cough cough..."