Dog food from heaven: Mr. Song please keep a low profile when sprinkling sugar

Qiao Wan froze in place, and then said:
　"I thought you weren't coming back tonight."

She remembered that Song Yanshu seldom came home sometimes, and it was a surprise to go home today.

　"That's why you indulged on my new couch?"

As Song Yanshu spoke, his eyes fell on the sofa, which was covered with potato chip scum, and the mobile phone that was playing Korean dramas.

Qiao Wan was speechless, she was a clean freak!This... was just an accident!
Song Yanshu stared at the screen of the mobile phone that was playing the Korean drama, and picked it up with his slender and beautiful hands with great interest.

　"Ouba...!"

　"What's the matter, Na Eun, did you miss me today?"

Song Yanshu turned up the volume, and his lines without shame just surrounded the two of them.

　"That's right, Qiao Wan."

As Song Yanshu said, he threw the phone back to its original place and entered the bedroom without looking back.

When Qiao Wan couldn't see, Song Yanshu's mouth curled into a smile, maybe he didn't even notice it.

Qiao Wan froze in place, looking at the small crumbs on the sofa.

At night, before bed.

Qiao Wan didn't expect that Song Yanshu would punish her to clean the entire villa just because of the potato chip crumbs in a small corner on the sofa!
So far, she has only cleaned the living room.

Qiao Wansheng lay on the bed unrequitedly, tomorrow... and cleaning until it was done.

She was sore all over, her back was sore.

After Qiao Wan took a shower, she was just about to go to bed when she saw the housekeeper bringing someone in.

Seeing this scene, she couldn't help asking: "What is this doing? Are you going to throw me out? I won't do it!"

The housekeeper heard this, and said respectfully: "This is the young master's room, the young master is going to sleep at home today, so..."

It turned out that he really wanted to drive her out!

It's not enough to abuse her during the day, but it's too much to ask her to move at night!

　"Then, Miss Qiao..."

Before the housekeeper finished speaking, Qiao Wan quickly got up from the bed, hugged her pillow and said, "I don't care! I won't move! If you want to go, let your young master go!"

The housekeeper still had a smile on his face when he heard this, and after patiently listening to the master's speech, he said:
　"Miss Qiao, you misunderstood. The young master means that your leg injury has not healed yet, so tonight, the young master will sleep with you."

After hearing this, Qiao Wan was a little taken aback, but she didn't know why in her heart, she felt a little nervous and her heart was beating.

She sat on the bed and looked at it.

Fortunately, the bed is big enough, otherwise, what should she do.

Qiao Wan knew that even if she refused, it would be useless.

On second thought, instead of waiting for Shen Jingyi and Xue Zhenzhen to torment her, it would be better to take the initiative.

Ten o'clock at night.

Qiao Wan lay on the bed, not daring to look at the man beside her.

Song Yanshu didn't know what he was thinking.

Before turning off the lights, she felt depressed, picked up her phone, and took a photo of the two of them secretly while Song Yanshu was not paying attention.

Qiao Wan was very thoughtful. After taking the bed photo, she thought about choosing a suitable time to send it to Xue Zhenzhen and Shen Jingyi, but on second thought, she felt that she was making a big deal out of a molehill.

After all, I am Song Yanshu's serious wife. The wife took the bed photos of herself and her husband to stimulate irrelevant women. What is she doing?
Thinking about this, she planned to save the bed photos first and use them later.

Qiao Wan felt a little sleepy, and was about to put away her phone, but she didn't expect it to be taken from behind.

Who else could it be?

Qiao Wan wanted to reach out to snatch it, but she couldn't get it back at all.

　"Woman, are you fat? How dare you take pictures of me in bed?" Song Yanshu's eyes were beautiful, but at this moment, it made people's backs chill, and he didn't dare to look directly at them.

Qiao Wan didn't know how to explain, so she could only say: "I took this photo as a souvenir, it seems that we haven't... slept in the same bed for a long time.

After she said this, her face was a little red at the moment.

　"Really?" Song Yanshu said, picking up Qiao Wan's chin.

Qiao Wan gave a sure look, and then said decisively, "Of course it's true."

She found that no matter what the angle was, Song Yanshu's handsome and miserable face would not collapse, so when she said this, there were little stars in her eyes.

After all, she was still seduced by male sex.

Song Yanshu didn't seem to reject this answer, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You like sleeping with me so much?"

Qiao Wan didn't speak this time, and she didn't dare to take her mobile phone, so she could only reply: "Yes, I... It's okay."

After she finished speaking, she looked forward to Song Yanshu returning the phone by herself.

But in the end, she found that she was wrong.

After Song Yanshu deleted the photo she just took on her phone, she threw it back.

　"You..." After Qiao Wan finished speaking, her heart ached.

This photo is still useful.

Song Yanshu said with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He gently rubbed Qiao Wan's lips with his fingertips, then looked at him and said, "I don't like people invading my privacy. I won't allow it in the future."