"If you want to take the test, it's up to you."

Mo Bingyan agreed.

The housekeeper is no longer surprised, anyway, Mr. has always indulged his wife like this, so after a year of marriage, his wife not only did not restrain himself, but intensified it, and the divorce became a joke in Haicheng.

"I have one more request, I will take care of your diet and daily life myself."

The air seemed to freeze suddenly.

Mo Bingyan's eyes flashed with surprise as she stared at her, and the housekeeper's eyes widened in shock, so is Mrs. changing her routine? If you can't commit suicide, you'll change moths again.

"I'm not a doctor and can't treat you, but as your wife, I can still take care of you, right?"

Ye Lige wants to recuperate for him in advance.

Only when the body is well recuperated, then the healing will be twice as effective with half the effort.

"Okay."

Mo Bingyan agreed.

"Sir."

The housekeeper really couldn't stand it: "How can she take care of you, madam?" ”

"Butler, you're overstepping."

The man was handsome, and the coldness in his eyes made the housekeeper dare not come out, so he could only glance at Ye Lige, what kind of medicine did this woman give to her husband, so that Mr. was so obedient.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely take care of my brother."

The night left the song and rushed out of his mouth.

It's a no-brainer.

Chamberlain???

Mo Bingyan looked at her, the light under his eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice finally fluctuated slightly: "Brother? ”

"I don't think it's polite to call you like before, brother is the name that young people nowadays call the person they like, or Oba, which do you think is better?"

Let him choose the song of night departure.

The corner of the housekeeper's lips twitched, it turned out that Mrs. also knew what a bastard, and it was rude to call a bastard.

"Whatever you want."

The man's voice was faint, and he was eating with vegetables in his elegant movements, like a robot without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Ye Lige has become accustomed to it, and I have known him for so long, but I have never seen his expression other than his face paralyzed and angry, as if he is a robot without joy and sorrow.

After lunch.

Mo Bingyan was about to leave, and just as he was about to manipulate the wheelchair to leave, Ye Lige stood up violently: "I'll come, I'll push you." ”

Butler: "......"

What Mr. hates the most is that others treat him as a cripple, especially to push him in a wheelchair.

I'm used to singing at night.

She didn't notice the faces of others, let alone whether Mo Bingyan was willing or not, in short, her chubby body had never been so neat, and she had already rushed behind someone, putting her hand on the handle of the wheelchair: "Of course you want to go for a walk after eating, go, I'll accompany you." ”

“……”

Someone is silent.

Ye Lige said yes, and left the dining room in the housekeeper's eyes full of consternation.

They walk on the front foot.

The housekeeper called to complain, and the Mo family was suddenly furious, what kind of woman is this marrying, it is simply a mourning star, and the trick is the same.

Ye Lige pushed Mo Bingyan to the back garden.

It's been a year since I got married, and I've never been so leisurely and leisurely to visit this place.

Anyway, in her previous life, she was like a brain pump, thinking about divorce, divorce, divorce, and never seriously cared about everything around her.

"I didn't find that there was a pavilion in this place, and there was actually a swing."

Yeli Song was surprised.

With a person like Mo Bingyan, there's no reason why people would engage in such childlike stuff here.

Although it has been a thousand-year-old ghost.

I have always liked the night song of swinging, but I couldn't help but try to sit down.

"Squeak......

As a result, as soon as he sat down, the iron frame let out an overwhelmed moan.