The Little Fairy Wife Dressed As a Villain

Although he wondered why the good sofa should be thrown away all of a sudden, Uncle Xu called for a porter without delay.

Lin Qianxiao took a picture of the dismantled diamond bracelet and sent it to Moments. She posted nine photos in a row, and added a special sentence: Thank you husband for the gift.

Her WeChat account is newly registered. Including Jiang Zhi, there are only five friends in total.

Before collecting five likes, I heard Uncle Xu knocking on the door outside.

"Madam, sir asked me to move the sofa, do you want to avoid it?"

Lin Qian looked at him blankly with a smile, "Where do you want to move?"

"Move out and throw it away."

"why?"

Uncle Xu shook his head, "Mister ordered so."

Seeing several moving workers in blue uniforms standing outside the door, Lin Qianxiao was speechless.

No wonder she said that he didn't respond at all when he slept on the sofa tonight, so he played this game for her!

"Don't move yet, I'll ask him."

Uncle Xu took the movers to the living room on the first floor to wait.

Lin Qianxiao went to the study on the third floor to look for Jiang Zhi, "Husband, why did you ask someone to move the sofa out and throw it away?"

Jiang Zhi concentrated on writing something, without looking up, "I don't like it."

Lin Qian walked up to him with a smile, blocking him from working, "The sofa is quietly placed there, why does it make you unhappy? Do you want to quarrel?"

Jiang Zhi pulled her to sit on his lap, put his arms around her slender waist, and continued typing on the keyboard, "Haven't you heard that love rivals are jealous when they meet?"

"What a mess!"

Jiang Zhi clung to her ear and asked in a low voice: "You always want to sleep with it, does it make you more comfortable than me?"

Lin Qian blushed with a smile, and raised her hand to pinch the flesh on his arm.

At first she held back her strength, but seeing that the man didn't respond, she couldn't help but increase her strength.

Jiang Zhi hissed lightly, Lin Qian smiled and let go, turned to look at him sideways, "Are you still afraid of pain?"

Jiang Zhi's black eyes were stained with a smile, "I'm afraid that you will hurt, it hurts my body and hurts your heart."

"I don't feel any pain at all." Lin Qian twisted her body with a grin, "Don't let someone move the sofa, otherwise, you will have to sleep on the floor in the future."

"I don't mind sleeping on the floor."

The rival must disappear.

Lin Qian smiled: "..."

Uncle Xu and the movers waited in the living room on the first floor, but Lin Qian smiled, so he had to use his landline to call the study on the third floor.

"Sir, is the sofa still moving?"

"no need."

"……OK."

...

After returning home from get off work, Wen Ziming glanced at the deserted living room and kitchen. Wen Ziming threw the briefcase on the sofa, went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. While drinking, he opened the refrigerator and found it was empty.

In order to ensure the freshness of the ingredients, Bai Shuangshuang seldom stocked vegetables at home, but went to the supermarket to buy the day's vegetables after get off work, and the cycle repeated.

Yesterday, Bai Shuangshuang went to do her hair after work. There was no fire at home, and naturally she didn't buy groceries.

Except for some eggs, there are no ingredients for dinner in the refrigerator.

After thinking for a while, he opened the freezer again and saw the neatly stacked dumpling boxes, the coldness between his brows finally dissipated.

Each layer of the dumpling box has 30 grids, and there are four layers in total, full of round and fat dumplings.

Each layer also has the name of the stuffing written on the label, all of which are his favorite stuffing.

He often works overtime and comes home very late. Bai Shuangshuang can cook dumplings or noodles for him as a supper.

He always thought it was the quick-frozen dumplings she bought outside, but it turned out that she made them herself.

Wen Ziming took a few dumplings with each filling, and boiled water to cook the dumplings for a meal.

While waiting for the water to boil, he suddenly took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the dumplings with frost on the plate, and sent it to Moments, with the caption: Today's dinner.

Not long after I posted it, I received a lot of likes and comments.

The water in the pot boiled, Wen Ziming put down his phone, put the dumplings into the pot, and the phone on the marble counter suddenly rang.

He picked it up, saw the name on the screen, and paused slightly.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

"Ziming, you eat dumplings for dinner? Where's Bai Shuangshuang?"

"She's not at home because of something."

Mother Wen was very upset, "You can't wrong yourself like this when she's not here. This dumpling looks like quick-frozen. It's not tasty and nutritious. Go home. I'll tell your grandpa to wait until you come back. .”

Wen Ziming stirred the pot with a spoon, causing the dumplings that were sinking at the bottom of the pot to roll over, "No, I've already cooked them. She made the dumplings. They taste delicious. I like them."

"Zi Ming..."

"Mom, I'll go back to see you when I have time, so I'll hang up first."

At the dinner table, Wen Hai saw Mother Wen sitting in a daze with dejection, and frowned in displeasure, "It's delicious to eat, and leave the table if you don't eat, who will you show me with a sad face?"

Mother Wen's eyes were reddened by the training, "Dad, do you know what Ziming is eating tonight?"

Wen Hai looked at her majesticly, without saying a word.

Mother Wen pointed to the sumptuous dishes on the table, "Ziming would rather eat quick-frozen dumplings than go home for dinner. How can I eat it?"

Wen Hai put down his chopsticks, "If you can't eat it, don't eat it!"

"dad……"

Wen Hai got up and left with a heavy face, not wanting to hear any more.

After a while, the servant didn't see any movement from Wen's mother, and the servant stepped forward cautiously, "Ma'am, the dishes are already cold, can I warm them up for you?"

Mother Wen shook her head weakly, "I don't have an appetite, so I should clean up."

"Yes."

...

Under Zhong Qin's guidance, Bai Shuangshuang bought seven or eight sets of clothes in one go, bought three pairs of high-heeled shoes, and made big purchases of bags, jewelry, and cosmetics.

At the end of the purchase, both of them couldn't carry it, so they had to let the mall deliver the goods to their door.

When checking out, Bai Shuangshuang's signing hand trembled slightly.

680,000!

Although more than 200,000 yuan was spent yesterday, two-thirds of it was for favors, and she personally only spent 80,000 yuan.

Today is different, the real 680,000 was spent by her.

Bai Shuangshuang swiped the card, and Wen Ziming immediately received a consumption text message.

Seeing the amount on the text message, Wen Ziming was slightly surprised.

After the two lived together, he issued a supplementary card to Bai Shuangshuang, but these years, she rarely swiped his card, and most of the time she used it was to buy clothes for him.

Where is his identity, it is impossible to wear cheap mass brands. And a high-end brand would cost tens of thousands of dollars for a single shirt, and with her little salary, she wouldn't be able to buy a few pieces a year.

As for herself, she usually buys clothes online.

It is true that her taste and vision are not bad, even if the clothes worth 1,200 yuan are worn on her, they are not out of the ordinary.

But he didn't want, and he didn't want her to wrong him, so he found a French niche brand, and asked the other party to send a few sets of new season products to his home every once in a while according to her size.

Knowing that Bai Shuangshuang swiped 680,000 yuan, Wen Ziming was slightly surprised and put down his phone for a moment.

With his current net worth, he doesn't care if she spends him hundreds of thousands a night, even tens of millions.

It's almost winter, so she probably bought him a coat.

With such a guess, Wen Ziming changed his clothes and drove to the 777 bar.