Girl, there's something wrong with you

After chatting with Wang Maohong, Cheng Jinyang confirmed that there was no problem with the gentry.

Loyal!

Everyone is eagerly waiting for me to take over!

Of course, if I fail to ascend to the throne, I will have no choice but to go to the north to seek refuge with my mother.

Therefore, there will definitely be no one among the noble clan who is ignorant of current affairs and wants to block my progress.

After talking about business with my father-in-law, we talked about family matters.

Wang Maohong and his son-in-law were chatting, and they recalled how cute Wang Wanrou was when she was a child. For example, she scolded the teacher so much that she took the initiative to refund her salary and asked to resign, for example, she used her classmates in the clan school as servants, and for example, she played tricks on her brothers and sisters, etc. wait.

Wang Wanrou stood next to her with a dark face and looked at Cheng Jinyang with a cold expression. The latter could only giggle.

After dinner, the two went to the bedroom where "it is said that Wang Wanrou lived since she was a child."

Unexpectedly, the decoration in the bedroom was simple and elegant, completely different from the frigid style that Cheng Jinyang originally thought.

"What's so surprising?" Wang Wanrou asked coldly.

"I thought your wallpaper would be girlish." Cheng Jinyang said with a smile.

"Humph." Wang Wanrou fell silent.

"Why is it a hard bed?" Cheng Jinyang sat down on her bed and patted the mattress strangely, "Don't you like sleeping on soft beds?"

"I'm used to it." Miss Wang said concisely and to the point.

"The quilt and sheets are also very simple." Cheng Jinyang looked around, "It's not like a girl's boudoir, but like a house where an ascetic lives... doesn't it feel too monotonous?"

"With me here, everything is radiant, why is it so monotonous?" Wang Wanrou asked him back.

"That's what you want to say." Cheng Jinyang was speechless by her rebuke, so he hugged her over and let her sit on his lap, "So is it true that the teacher was angry with him when he was a child?"

"You don't have real talent and knowledge, and you feel ashamed and leave. Can you blame me?" Miss Wang struggled for a while, unable to break away from her husband's bear hug, and said coldly.

"What's going on with using the classmates in the school as slaves?"

"A bunch of psychos who offered to be my dogs."

"Then the brothers and sisters will be fooled... Oh, I won't ask anymore."

Cheng Jinyang thought of Wang Xinzhi's cautious expression when talking to her, and recalled Wang Jinglun and Wang Changshi's fearful expression when he called her "sister", and he had a rough idea.

Miss Wang must have been a devil at home when she was a child.

It wasn't until I was born that she had a natural enemy! Ha ha ha ha……

Cheng Jinyang was secretly feeling proud when he was suddenly pushed in the chest by Wang Wanrou, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards on the bed.

There is a faint, vague fragrance between the quilt and sheets.

"What?" he asked with his eyes wide open.

"Don't think that I have to marry you." Wang Wanrou said coldly, "On the contrary, you are the lucky one to be chosen by me! Do you understand?"

"Understood, it's only because of my great fortune that I had the frightening glimpse on the Star-Zhaing Tower, and finally fell into the eyes of Miss Wang." Cheng Jinyang smiled and pulled her down, then pulled his wife down in his arms, "If you think about it carefully, I must have accumulated virtue for ten lifetimes. Otherwise, how could I have met such a perfect wife?"

"More than ten lifetimes?" Miss Wang snorted coldly, leaning her head on his chest, "It's a hundred lifetimes of virtue!"

"Yeah, yeah, a hundred generations of virtue." Cheng Jinyang hugged her soft body and couldn't help but start kneading it again.

"Don't move." Wang Wanrou pushed him lazily, "Just lie like this."

Cheng Jinyang thought quickly for a moment and realized that putting Wang Wanrou in various positions on the bed she had been accustomed to sleeping on since she was a child was really something that could not be more disdainful.

So he turned around, hugged his wife, and buried his nose in her hair.

"Wanrou." After a moment, Cheng Jinyang asked in a low voice, "When you were a child, did you ever think about what kind of person you wanted to marry in the future?"

"No." Wang Wanrou hugged him and adjusted to a more comfortable position, "But... there are many people who will never marry."

"For example?"

"For example, it's certainly not possible to marry a dog."

Cheng Jinyang:………………

According to Miss Wang's standards, most people are not worthy of being human.

To be more precise, based on my understanding of my wife, there should be four clear levels in her world, from high to low: husband, ordinary people, dogs and garbage.

As for why the husband is the most senior, there is certainly no need to question it.

Not at the highest level, can I have a baby with her?

Holding Miss Wang in his arms, Cheng Jinyang felt a little sleepy and slowly fell asleep.

After a while, Wang Wanrou turned around and looked at his face carefully.

Then he stretched out his slender fingers and gently lifted his nose upwards, turning it into the shape of a pig's nose.

"Trash, dogs, ordinary people." She said in a pleasant tone, "Then, there are pet pigs worthy of my training."

She kissed her husband gently on the lips, then hugged his neck and continued to rest with her eyes closed.

In the dream, Cheng Jinyang flew up with the help of gravity and flew around the ruins of Songjiang north of Lin'an.

It can be seen that there are a large number of puppets in the streets and alleys, wandering aimlessly, waiting for resurrection.

These puppets all died after attacking the Shenwu Army defense line outside the Songjiang ruins, and then appeared in the Songjiang ruins in the dream.

They must be driven out of Songjiang and then killed...otherwise they will continue to swarm in Songjiang and no matter how many bullets they shoot, it will be a waste.

Then he saw a figure standing on the tall tower in front of him.

Hey, it's my wife.

Cheng Jinyang flew to the top of the tower and saw Murong Shu standing on the viewing corridor of the tower, overlooking the steel jungle below.

"Ash, why are you here?" He greeted.

"Jinyang?" Murong Shu said in surprise, "I still want to ask you, why did you come in? It should be daytime outside now."

"I'm taking a nap." Cheng Jinyang landed and hugged her affectionately.

Murong Shu did not resist, but sighed and said:

"Next time I will teach you a technique that will allow you to enter and exit dreams freely. You should try to learn it."

"It comes in every time I go to bed and can't exit. It's so inconvenient."

"Yeah." Cheng Jinyang looked down, "What are you doing here?"

"Help you drive the puppets out of Songjiang." Murong Shu replied, "These puppets are ownerless, I have to put my mark on them first."

"Does this still need to be marked?"

"Of course, otherwise if I and another Sifang Divine Lord control a puppet at the same time, whose control will take effect?" Murong Shu waved his hands demonstratively, and the puppets below all turned to the north, and then started running, "As long as they are marked, these soulless walking zombies will obey all my orders."

"Then where are you going to send them?"

"How about we rush to the north of the Yangtze River first?"