The Contracted Wife: Boss, No Binding Contract

Shi Che went downstairs and dialed directly to Lao Zhu. The phone rang for a long time before hearing Lao Zhu's respectful voice, "Master?"

"Bring the car here!" Shi Che dropped these words and hung up the phone neatly.

About five or six minutes later, I saw the car coming over. Shi Che was in a bad mood at first, and Lao Zhu was still so slow, and there was a lot of anxiety between his eyebrows.

When Lao Zhu got out of the car, seeing Shi Che's face, he secretly yelled badly, and apologized again and again, "Sorry, master, I'm late."

Shi Che frowned and glanced at Lao Zhu impatiently. Lao Zhu obviously got up from the bed in a hurry, with several wrong buttons on his clothes, and none of the corners of his clothes were completely stuck into his pants. The hair is also a bit messy.

Lao Zhu also noticed that his clothes were untidy, he smiled awkwardly, and explained while tidying up his clothes, "Master, I'm sorry, I blame the old lady in my family, I said not to go to sleep, but I was pulled to sleep, saying that it would be the night How could your young master still use a car? When he came out just now, he was talked about, but it was boring, see if this...makes you laugh."

Hearing what Old Zhu said, Shi Che's expression moved slightly, "What did Aunt Zhu say when you came out?"

Lao Zhu didn't expect Shi Che to ask this question suddenly. He was taken aback for a moment. He raised his head and glanced at Shi Che. Shi Che's expression was unexpectedly serious, as if he really wanted to know that his wife told him. Something.

Although Lao Zhu felt surprised, he still told the truth word by word, "What else can I say? It's just a few words to come and go. It's all so late. Why are you still going out? Be careful, if you come back early, you know, the old woman is just verbose. When I was young, she was not verbose at all. The older I got, the more verbose I was, and my head was dizzy every day.

Lao Zhu's words seemed to be complaining, but in his tone, he couldn't hear the slightest complaint. Instead, there was a smell of happiness.

Shi Che looked at the smile on the corners of Lao Zhu's lips, the joy between his eyebrows, and an unknown pain slowly floated under his eyes.

Lao Zhu and Aunt Zhu are husband and wife. Every time Lao Zhu goes out at night, Aunt Zhu will always nag him. Lao Zhu talks about disgust, but he doesn't know how happy he is.

And he...

He and Ling Chuxia are also husband and wife, but no matter how late he goes home, how late he goes out, where he goes, what he does, she never asks, she only obeys him and doesn't care.

He lowered his eyes, concealed the pain in his eyes, and faintly opened his mouth: "You and Aunt Zhu have a very good relationship."

"Where is the young master, you and the young lady, they are talented and beautiful..." Lao Zhu said habitually, but halfway through this, he suddenly noticed something was wrong, and stopped immediately.