Mu Xin received the message, saw the background, and knew that it was the study at home, raised his eyebrows, and replied to him by typing, [Okay in bed? Cry wolf? 】

[Xiang Xiuhan: There is still a bit of work to be busy, so go to sleep when you are done. 】

In the past, he told her to get home on time at ten o'clock, but now she tells him that he must go to bed at eleven o'clock.

The consequences of disobedience are severe!

[Mu Xin: What are you busy with? 】

Xiang Xiuhan glanced at the employee, who had not yet come back to his senses, bowed his head and replied, [I am in a video conference. 】

Mu Xin sent a stunned expression, [So, the photo you sent ......]

Xiang Xiuhan seemed to be able to see her rich expression, and felt that it must be very cute, so he raised his lips and typed with a doting smile, [They all saw it. 】

Mu Xin made a shy expression of covering his face and running away, [You continue, when it's over, you take a bath and sleep, and then I will wake up and see that you like me for a hundred reasons, this is a punishment. 】

[Xiang Xiuhan: Okay, good night. 】

Mu Xin put down his phone, but couldn't help but pick it up, and sent him another message, [Miss you, good night. 】

Looking at the kisses falling all over the screen, Xiang Xiuhan replied to her with a smile, [I miss you too, Mo Da. 】

He waited for a while, making sure that Mu Xin would not send him any more messages, so he put away the smile on his face and regained his iceberg face, "Go on, give you half an hour, and finish the plan." ”

After he is done, he still has to sleep, and he has to hand in his wife's homework tomorrow morning.

After the video conference, it was almost twelve o'clock, he took a shower, and although he thought about writing a hundred reasons to like her now, he still obediently turned off the lights and went to sleep.

At the second and sixth point, Xiang Xiuhan wrote a hundred reasons to like you, although he had already sent out a piece of paper, he wrote a copy by hand, put it on his body, and took it to school.

He hired the top makeup artist, and every time he gave him makeup, he covered up his true appearance, and no one would know that it was him except for people he knew.

On the way to school, Xiang Xiuhan stared at the phone with a black screen, and his sword eyebrows wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

A hundred reasons why she didn't like what he wrote?

He lied last night and she got angry?

He was puzzled, then opened the three groups of workers, thought about it, and pulled Xiang Xiuyan in.

[Xiang Xiuhan: I lied to my wife in bed last night, and I was punished for writing a hundred reasons for liking her, and I sent it out at six o'clock, and my heart hasn't replied to me yet, what is the reason? 】

The trio who haven't gotten up yet, tacitly quiet as chickens: "......"

We had breakfast and didn't have to feed the dog food in the morning, thank you!

[Xiang Xiuhan: holidays, bonuses, pocket money. 】

[Qin Ke: Because you weren't with Sister Mu last night? 】

[Gong Yuan: Have you ever seen a law with only one hundred articles? Obviously, a hundred reasons to like it are not enough. 】

[Xiang Xiuyan: The military training schedule of Bincheng Film and Television University, from 6 to 10 in the morning and from 15 to 18 in the afternoon, as well as your work group, why did you pull me in? ] 】

This is clearly the second brother's personal emotional counseling group!

[Xiang Xiuhan: Give you a chance to save your pocket money, pay attention to the wording of your words on Weibo. 】

These words frightened Xiang Xiuyan jumped up from the bed, and hurriedly posted another Weibo, [A fairy like Mu Xin, how can mortals like me be worthy, the only one worthy of her in this world is my second immortal brother - Xiang Xiuhan. 】

The desire to survive is strong, and the sycophants are good, and the pocket money is more.

Because of military training, Mu Xin got up at five o'clock, didn't take his mobile phone, washed up and went to the canteen to eat, and then went to the playground.

As for her punishment, she has forgotten.