At one o'clock in the morning, Yang Ye carried a cup of steaming soup and cautiously went upstairs.

Qin Zhenghuang took the female assistant home tonight, and at this time, the two of them were "staying up late and working overtime" upstairs, thinking that it was difficult to separate.

For this reason, Yang Ye deliberately added codonopsis and yam to the soup to nourish the kidneys and replenish the essence and blood for the two upstairs.

After three months of marriage, Qin Zhenghuang probably hadn't seen her properly, but she had boiled soup for him for three months, and the meal was not lost.

Yang Ye is a perfectionist, even if he is acting, he has to do it to the extreme.

Just like ten years ago, when she was young and ignorant, she fell in love with Qin Sanshao, and she knew that she was a moth to the fire, but she did not hesitate.

The light in the master bedroom is on, and the ambiguous whispers overflow, and the spring is in full swing.

Yang Ye's footsteps paused.

After a moment, she turned in another direction.

The carved wooden door in front of it is retro and rustic, and there is an alarm prevention and control system hidden behind the door.

In addition to iris and fingerprint detection, the only unlocking chip is embedded in Qin Zhenghuang's watch, and no one can open the door except him.

At this point, the door opened a crack.

Yang Ye raised his feet and stepped over gently.

"What are you doing?"

A deep, mellow voice came from behind itself.

She turned abruptly, her expression frozen.

The tall, muscular man was wrapped in a bathrobe, his hair still dripping, and he had clearly just experienced a fierce battle.

Yang Ye lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and raised the soup cup upward: "I thought you were inside." ”

The woman with delicate makeup wrapped in a men's shirt came out of his back and giggled, "Is this your nanny? I don't like to drink this mess, can you pour me a glass of water? ”

Yang Ye didn't move.

Qin Zhenghuang took the soup cup casually and introduced, "This is my wife, Yang Ye." ”

The air fell silent suddenly.

It's embarrassing for Mrs. Zheng to meet her overnight lover who rolls off the sheets.

In the woman's fake "oh hehe" laughter, Qin Zhenghuang quietly poured the soup into the flower pot: "Go and pour her a glass of white water." ”

The fishy smell of the broth stirred up the bitterness of the Chinese medicine, which was disgusting.

Under the triumphant gaze of the little lover, Yang Ye stared intently at his toes, not moving at all.

"Anything else?"

A deep, mellow voice fell overhead.

Qin Zhenghuang has tough facial features, and there is a small dimple on his left cheek when he smiles, making him look approachable. The small lines on the tail of the eyes are engraved with the treacherous winds and clouds of those passing times.

He has the vigor of youth, and the calm and wisdom of middle age. Rigidity and elegance are perfectly blended.

Rigorous and capable, not angry and self-assured.

The moment he was swept by Qin Zhenghuang's afterglow, Yang Ye lowered his head in a panic: "Go home for dinner tonight, my mother asked me to ask you, can I go on a business trip with you next week." ”

After a suffocating silence, a hoarse and mellow voice sounded, "Is it Ms. Hua's meaning, or do you mean it?"

Yang Ye raised his head in a voice, and his heart trembled when he met the man's deep eyebrows.

“…… It's me. ”

Qin Zhenghuang knocked on the lid of the cup carelessly, and didn't say whether he agreed or disagreed.

"Article 3 of the nuptial agreement: Yang Ye shall not meddle in the affairs of the Qin family in any capacity. "Or do you have a reason why you have to go with me?"

"No, no. ”

Qin Zhenghuang's cold gaze swept out over the steaming water vapor of the tea, and after catching the slight tremor in the corners of her reddish eyes, it fell back to the water cup indifferently.

The phoenix's eyes are slightly closed, showing elegance and squareness, calm and noble.

"People are self-aware, don't think about what you don't deserve. ”

Next week's negotiations involve the core interests of the Qin clan, and there are countless forces that want to intervene at this time. The Yang family is the top priority of Qin Zhenghuang's vigilance.

Yang Ye wrung his fingers shamefully: "Got it." ”

Xu is Yang Ye is disgusted with showing such obvious grievances, and Qin Zhenghuang is looking at her at this time.

Yang Ye lowered his head, and the decent cashmere sweater was covered with a gray plaid apron sent by the supermarket, which perfectly avoided the soft lines that women should show.

Her short fluffy hair fell out, blocking her listless eyes, and even her facial features were blurred.

Qin Zhenghuang closed his eyes in disappointment. He has no feelings for this new wife, and probably will not be "interested" in the future.

His tastes are very mixed, he is not taboo in meat and vegetables, and he is not a picky eater. Pure and shy, sexy and coquettish, gentle and petty, any kind of thing is fine, but I can't be interested in Yang Ye.

Dressed dryly, unable to speak three sentences a day, dull and boring.

The Yang family is heavily in debt, and they can ask him for help moderately. But just giving away a daughter casually, just wanting to bite off a piece of meat from the Qin family, is whimsical.

Qin Zhenghuang took out a card from his wallet and handed it over, with a kind face: "Buy something for the family, and the rest will be yours." ”

Yang Ye hesitated, and only spit out two words after a while: "Thank you." ”

"You don't have to be polite with me. He politely handed her back the soup cup, "Go and clean up the kitchen and rest early." ”

"Good. ”

"By the way, I cleaned up the bedroom and bathroom, it was dirty, and I still need to use it at night. The little lover in his arms said coquettishly.

Yang Ye paused: "...... Good. ”

Really obedient.

Hiring a housekeeper may not be so useful.

Qin Zhenghuang closed the study door with his hand.

Just listen to the sound of "click", several locks of the carved door were activated one after another, and the door was fastened tightly.

The woman in half-worn clothes rubbed on his lap and coquettishly said, "Let's go out for supper, I'm so hungry." ”

The man with a gentle and decent face who was still upright a moment ago patted her straight buttocks comfortingly, meaning something: "Didn't feed you?"

"Nasty. ”

In the ambiguous small breath, no one cared about Yang Ye who walked out of the entrance.

As soon as she walked into the garage, the mobile phone in Yang Ye's pocket suddenly rang like an alarm, startling her hairs to stand on end.

"Where are you?"

The female voice on the phone was sharp, and Yang Ye could think of her mean and impatient expression through the phone: "How are you doing?"

Yang Ye leaned his back against the car door: "What do you say?" ”

"Don't play tricks with me!"

In the lazy "hehe" laughter, Yang Ye impatiently lifted his bangs, revealing a smooth forehead. The slender cat's eyes narrowed, and the tips of the eyes were raised, like a hook, cold and charming.

She curled the corners of her lips contemptuously, flicked the gold card given by Qin Zhenghuang between her two fingers and flicked it provocatively, and flicked it into the trash can.

With a flick of his wrist, a men's watch slips out of his sleeve.

"Tsk, the taste is terrible. ”

But ugly is ugly, and it is worth a fortune. I probably can't find a more important watch than this one.

Yang Ye played with his watch: "Our deal is over, Ms. Hua." I'll see you at the sanatorium tomorrow morning, I'll pick you up, and you take the key. ”