Regarding the rejection of Zhao Zheng, Lin Qingyao didn't tell Yang Zhuolin that she didn't want to use this kind of thing to win favor, not to mention that this was his credit.

After returning home for dinner, the husband and wife went to wash the dishes, Yang Zhuolin was responsible for washing, Lin Qingyao was responsible for drying, and Song He was happy to see the two of them together like this.

Yang Zhuolin's hands were a little strong, and he accidentally added more dish soap, but the entire vegetable basin was foamy, but the sleeves of his shirt kept slipping down.

His hands were full of dish soap bubbles, and he didn't wear cleaning gloves like a woman, which was really inconvenient, so Lin Qingyao helped him roll up his sleeves when he saw this.

She suggested while masturbating: "You don't wear gloves, forget it, anyway, you are not afraid of hurting your hands, but in the future, you should bring a sleeve cover, so as not to stain a good shirt." ”

Yang Zhuolin said indifferently: "Don't do it, it's too troublesome, just wash your shirt when it's dirty." ”

Lin Qingyao gave him a roll of his eyes: "Okay, then you can get it yourself next time the sleeves fall off, I really don't like to be clean at all, we all wear sleeves at work." ”

Yang Zhuolin: "......"

How did this escalate to hygiene?

He loves cleanliness, right?

And he also said that his shirt would be washed when it was dirty, so he had to be a man who wore sleeves like a housewife to work?

A hand slipped in the belly, and the half-washed dish fell into the vegetable washing basin, splashing and flying up dish soap bubbles.

Then he heard Lin Qingyao saying: "In the future, put less dish soap in the dishes, it will not only be a waste but also troublesome, you see, it's all bubbles!"

Yang Zhuolin: "......"

What's going on today, everything he did was wrong, but he didn't seem to offend her in any way, right?

A woman's mind is really hard to understand!

After thinking about it, he saw Lin Qingyao suddenly raise his hand towards him, he subconsciously dodged it, thinking that she was going to hit him, although there was no reason, but who called her a woman?

Women are strange creatures who are inherently unreasonable!

"What are you hiding, I won't beat you!" Lin Qingyao stretched out his hand and wiped Yang Zhuolin's face, "How can you be like a child, washing dishes and making your face full of bubbles!"

Yang Zhuolin: "......"

Washing the dishes can still eat a deflated stomach, Mr. Yang said that there is nothing to say!

After finally washing the dishes, Lin Qingyao cut some more fruits, and then accompanied Song He in the living room to talk endlessly while watching TV.

Yang Zhuolin sat like a background board the whole time, he was not interested in their topics, and he really didn't understand, after all, he didn't like to watch these since he was a child.

Song He slept very early, Yang Zhuolin waited for her to enter the bedroom and went to work in the study, with last night's experience, Lin Qingyao also went with her today.

Looking at Lin Qingyao, who followed up with a notebook, Yang Zhuolin twisted his eyebrows: "What's the matter, Xiao Fan came to block you again today?"

Lin Qingyao sat down on the rattan chair next to the small round table and put the notebook on the table: "No, I'll charge myself for a while." ”

Yang Zhuolin breathed a sigh of relief: "Then why don't you go to the bedroom?"

Lin Qingyao sent a flattering smile: "Isn't it more atmospheric in the study, the director shouldn't mind, right?"

Yang Zhuolin: "......"

She's all in, can he still kick her out?

However, this woman seems to be a little too rampant lately, and is becoming more and more like a hostess at home, occasionally giving him the illusion that he really has a wife.

After thinking about it, he heard Lin Qingyao reminding him: "I'm going to take a family photo tomorrow, don't forget." ”

"Got it, my memory isn't that bad!"

"Then who forgot to promise Mom to get a photo wall yesterday?"

Yang Zhuolin: "......"

Is this his black history?