"Pfft..." Jiang Muyan's nosebleed spurted out again.
Song Yutang seems to have opened the door to a new world.
He picked up a furry handcuff next to him and gestured on his wrist: [This... this seems to be tied to the head of the bed... it's soft, and it's my favorite pink...]
There is also a thin feather stick.
She picked it up and swept it across her palm, feeling itchy.
According to the instruction manual, the function should be: [Caress the feathers? Where? Could it be...]
Song Yutang's face instantly turned red.
She didn't dare to think about it any more, so she stuffed the things back into the cabinet and closed the door tightly to hide it: [These things are really immoral, too offensive, and too degrading to politeness. What is the first sentence of a woman's virtue? Anyway, I, Song Yutang, swear to fight gambling and drug addiction.]
Jiang Muyan:"????"
Where did Huang go?
Anyway, you just leave out the yellow every time?
Song Yutang: [Well... these things are really too immoral. I must try them myself and criticize them severely.]
Jiang Muyan:"..."
My wife's way of criticizing is really unique.
But...
Ahem, that's pretty good too.
In order to better cooperate with his wife in criticizing those immoral things, Jiang Muyan secretly unbuttoned three buttons of his pajamas, exposing his collarbone and chest muscles.
My figure has really gotten better and better recently, and I have enough energy to try all those things.
I can definitely criticize these things that are offensive and degrading to civility.
Then, Song Yutang thought like this: [I have to go to the company for a meeting today, and I will try to finalize the domestic violence support fund I mentioned last time today. When I come back in the evening, I must try these things.]
Jiang Muyan:... At night. It's really not convenient to try it in broad daylight.
So when Song Yutang came out of the cloakroom after putting things away, Jiang Muyan had already put the quilt back on.
Everything returned to calm.
But I didn't have time to throw away the paper for wiping the nosebleed, so I could only secretly hold it in my hand.
Song Yutang put on his coat, picked up his bag, and planned to go out as usual.
Finally, when I walked to the door, I thought of something. I turned back to the bed and patted Jiang Muyan's face. "Hubby, wait for me at home. I will come back to give you the baby in the evening."
Jiang Muyan's heartbeat skipped a beat and almost lost control.
The hands under the quilt were clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched again, and the tips of the ears were quietly turning red.
That's really...
Looking forward to it.
Not long after Song Yutang left, Doctor Fang brought his team in for routine daily inspections.
He first pretended to check Jiang Muyan, and then made excuses to send all the assistants away. He secretly poked and whispered in his ear, "President Jiang, you've been a little angry lately."
Jiang Muyan opened his eyes as if nothing happened. "How did you know?"
Doctor Fang glanced at the crumpled toilet paper under the bed, and teased with a half-smile, "The evidence of manual work is still there."
Jiang Muyan was speechless. "... I had a nosebleed."
After all, Doctor Fang is the doctor specifically responsible for his health.
Immediately put away his cynicism. "Extend your hand and let me check your pulse first."
Jiang Muyan was dubious and stretched out his hand.
Doctor Fang pressed the number and thought for a long time, then suddenly laughed again, "President Jiang, have you been drinking chrysanthemum and wolfberry tea recently?"
Jiang Muyan was a little embarrassed. "Stop talking nonsense, what's going on?"
Doctor Fang spread his hands and said, "I just got angry."
Then she leaned into his ear very humbly. "There is still a little restlessness of dissatisfaction with desire."
Jiang Muyan's face turned dark. "Stop talking nonsense."
Doctor Fang gloated. "President Jiang, you have a hard time pretending to be a vegetative state. My wife is right next to me, visible and tangible, but..."
He glanced meaningfully at the wad of toilet paper under the bed.
Jiang Muyan interrupted him with a dark face, "I told you it was a nosebleed."
Doctor Fang suppressed a smile, "Okay, okay, if you have a nosebleed, just let it bleed slowly by yourself. Your wife doesn't know you're awake anyway, so you have to do it yourself."
Why does this sound so wrong?
Jiang Muyan glared at him angrily. "If nothing happens, get out of here."
What does he know as a doctor?
In Ba Zong's novels, they are all NPCs.
My wife has decided to have a baby with him tonight, and has bought various supplies, most of which are for him.
Even if they pretend to be in a vegetative state, it will not affect the relationship between them: o(￣ヘ￣o#)
In anticipation of what happened in the evening, Jiang Muyan worked hard all day.
The Hengxing executives who didn't know his true identity just felt that the boss's attitude was particularly wrong today.
Even if an algorithmic engineer got a parameter wrong, he was not scolded.
On the other side, Song Yutang worked hard in the office all day and finally finalized the plan for the domestic violence fund.
When it was time to get off work, she decided to go home early, after all, she had something to do in the evening.
As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw a young woman standing in the lobby, looking around.
When he saw her coming out, the man's eyes lit up and he hurried up to greet her, "Xuemei Song, long time no see."
Song Yutang was stunned for a moment, and the face in front of him quickly overlapped with another childish face in his memory.
Wang Yaru, the senior sister in the student union in high school.
Back then, she couldn't even afford sanitary napkins, so this senior sister took the lead in donating them.
Later, when my mother was in the hospital with breast cancer, it was this senior sister who organized donations and went to the hospital to visit her in person.
That was the darkest period in the original owner's life.
If Cheng Yun is a beam of light, then Wang Yaru is a piece of light.
Song Yutang is also someone who sincerely admires this kind of sense of justice that can help someone in times of need. He immediately smiled and said, "It turns out to be you, Senior Sister Wang. Long time no see."
Wang Yaru smiled sheepishly, "I'm really embarrassed to come to you so rashly. I attended a class reunion a few days ago and heard Cheng Yun say that you are now the person in charge of Jiang Clan Charitable Foundation..."
Cheng Yun?
When Cheng Yun invited her to attend the class reunion a few days ago, he specifically mentioned Wang Yaru's name.
Now Wang Yaru comes to your door. Is it a coincidence?
Song Yutang immediately became vigilant. "Have senior sister always been in contact with Cheng Yun?"
Wang Yaru nodded. "Yes, we have been in contact for so many years."
Song Yutang smiled calmly and said half-jokingly, "What else did Senior Cheng say? Did he say bad things about me?"
Wang Yaru also laughed, "How can you? He said that you are very powerful now. You married into a wealthy family and manage a large charity fund."
Song Yutang did not answer the call, but pretended to be a little embarrassed. "Well... Cheng Yun has a bad reputation, you know?"
Wang Yaru was stunned at first, then lowered his voice and said, "I heard Li Jing say last time that he seems to be a pretty boy now? He won't set his sights on you, right?"
"Haven't you always been in contact?"
"It is true that we have always been in contact, but most of the time it was just likes in the circle of friends. We got together a few times when I was in college, but after graduation, we only saw each other once a year at the class reunion. I wanted to ride in his car when I went back to my hometown during the holidays, but he said he would not go back..."
Song Yutang smiled, "That's right."
Wang Yaru himself was a little embarrassed. "It's actually been rumored among us that Cheng Yun... is quite... quite... quite greasy and utilitarian now. Every time we organize a class reunion, it seems to have a purpose. Last time, we offended a male classmate who was a small leader in a bank. Although he didn't say anything on the spot, he left the classmate group that night."
Before this class reunion, he even called me and asked me to help him persuade you to participate. I didn't have the nerve to bother you at the time, so I didn't agree. It wasn't until I listened to him bragging on the day of the class reunion that I realized how good you are now."