My wife is stupid, she always wants to slap me

Chapter 14 Chapter 14

Wen Biehe stayed at the company until 08:30 in the evening before returning home.

According to what he learned during the day, the domineering president never comes home on time.

It was the first time he went home after dinner time, and he hadn't sent a message to Jiang Zhaohe before.

When he entered the door, he was holding the coat in his hand, and he was still a little nervous.

Especially seeing Jiang Zhaohe sitting in the living room waiting for him, the little uneasiness in my heart was instantly magnified.

He handed the coat in his hand to the servant, tugged at the tie, twisted his neck, and decided to strike first.

"Did you go out today?"

Wen Biehe strode to the sofa, stood in front of Jiang Zhaohe, stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, and raised his head.

Jiang Zhaohe followed his hand and looked up at him, winking at him: "You are blocking me from watching TV."

Wen Biehe let go subconsciously, and stepped aside: "Sorry."

It was only after the words came out that I realized, no, this is different from the script.

He tried his best to pick up the broken president's bag, picked up the remote control on the coffee table, raised his hand and turned off the TV.

Seeing that the TV screen was black, Jiang Zhaohe was not angry, and tilted his head to look at Wen Biehe with no expression, his eyes were questioning, as if to say; what on earth do you want?

Wen Biehe cleared his throat: "From now on, without my permission, you are not allowed to take a single step out of this villa! Man, remember, you are my man, and whatever I say is what I say."

"Pfft."

Seeing Mr. Wen uttering such lines in the second grade in a serious manner, Jiang Zhaohe couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Realizing that he was impolite, he "coughed": "Sorry, you continue."

Wen Biehe was just inexperienced and not stupid.

From Jiang Zhaohe's reaction, he realized that the lines in those novels were a bit embarrassing, his face was a little red, and he squinted at him with his mouth pursed.

Seeing that the person standing beside him didn't respond for a long time, Jiang Zhaohe was about to speak when Wen Biehe slammed him on the back of the sofa, put his knee against his thigh, and lowered his head to kiss him.

Jiang Zhaohe's face changed, and he raised his leg to press against his stomach.

Wen Biehe let out a "huh" and took a few steps back, clutching his stomach.

Jiang Zhaohe stood up and looked at him with an unkind expression.

"Wen Biehe, I've already moved my things to the guest room. We'll go through the formalities as soon as the injury recovers. I warn you, if you do this again, I'll move out immediately."

After finishing speaking, he turned and went upstairs without looking at the man who was slightly bent over and covering his stomach.

Wen Biehe lowered his head, listening to the footsteps of slippers on the floor tiles until the footsteps disappeared in the quiet living room.

He clutched his stomach and slowly squatted on the ground.

When he first married Jiang Zhaohe, he had a stomach ulcer because of irregular meal times, and he had a fever and stomach pain in the middle of the night and was sent to the hospital.

Since then, Jiang Zhaohe has set the rules for him. Every morning, he must have dinner before going out. At noon, he must take a photo of his lunch and send it to him. He also tries to go home for dinner in the evening.

Once I worked overtime at night, and it was already ten o'clock when I got home.

I was so busy that day that I completely forgot to report to Jiang Zhaohe.

He didn't expect that Jiang Zhaohe didn't wait for his news, and directly contacted Yellow Crane Tower. Knowing that he didn't eat well, he went back without saying a word, cooked barley oatmeal porridge and waited for him at home.

Even though a long time had passed, Wen Biehe still remembered that he came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, hugged himself lightly, raised his head and asked in concern, "Does your stomach hurt?"

Thinking of the past, Wen Biehe smiled wryly, and simply sat down on the ground, lowering his eyes to cover up the injuries in his eyes.

Tonight, he didn't have dinner either.

But waiting for him is not his wife's porridge, but his wife's domestic violence.

Fuck it, Ah He is cruel enough to those he doesn't like.