The President's Wife is Unrivaled in Martial Arts

Huo Juncheng, who was looking for someone to settle accounts, couldn't help but stop when he saw Lin Yilan who was singing and gesticulating while shaking his sleeves (a white towel sewn on the sleeves).

After seeing it, he realized that although Lin Yilan usually just sang a few lines, if he really wanted to match it with actions, it really had a charm.

Huo Juncheng couldn't help but imagine her appearance in costumes.

Just as he was fascinated by it, a sudden "bang bang bang" startled him.

It turned out that Lin Yilan had sung to a wonderful point. In order to match the tone, she knocked continuously. Because she forgot to control her strength, she used a little internal force on her hands for no reason, which made her voice even more deafening.

Fortunately, Huo's house is in the suburbs, and there are no neighbors around, otherwise, with her knocking method, the police would probably come to the door in half an hour.

Even so, Huo Juncheng couldn't bear the noise that almost made his ears ring.

The brain servants crowded by the window had already covered their ears, showing pain on their faces.

He stepped forward and snatched the rolling pin from her hand: "Okay, stop knocking, the whole house will collapse if you knock again."

After being told in this way, Lin Yilan realized her mistake, and couldn't help showing an awkward smile: "Are you still asleep?"

"Sleep?" Huo Juncheng raised a stinky face, "Who can sleep if you knock like this?"

"Then I won't knock."

"No knocking is allowed in the future."

"Ah?" Lin Yilan couldn't be troubled by this, she rolled her eyes, "I won't knock in the yard from now on, I'll go to the mountain to knock."

Here is surrounded by mountains, no one can find her anywhere.

"Not allowed to go either."

Lin Yilan put her hands on her hips: "In this world, apart from Master, who else can stop me?"

It's impossible for her not to play drums and sing songs in the future!
Black lines covered Huo Juncheng's forehead, he really didn't have the ability to stop her.

During the stalemate, Grandma Huo's voice came from the upstairs window: "Okay, it's getting late, go to sleep."

With grandma's voice, Huo Juncheng squinted at Lin Yilan proudly.

The meaning is obvious: Your "drum" woke up Grandma.

Only then did Lin Yilan stop her arrogance, and walked towards the house with her head down.

Huo Juncheng looked at the rolling pin in his hand: "From now on, this thing must be hidden, and everything that can be knocked will be thrown away. Let's see how you can knock it?"

After all, he threw it into a dark place in the yard.

"Boom!" Suddenly there was a muffled sound.

Realizing something was wrong, Huo Juncheng yelled into the dark place: "Who?"

A person came out slowly from the dark place, rubbing his head while walking.

"Uncle Huo? Where are you?" Huo Juncheng asked puzzled.

"Master, I just want to hear the young lady sing..." He was provoking someone, because he just wanted to listen to a song, and he was beaten for no reason.

"Hmph! From now on, all the pots and pans that can be knocked at home will be thrown away."

"Ah?...Yes, young master..."

Only then did Huo Juncheng leave the yard satisfied.

Uncle Huo, the housekeeper, muttered to himself: "It seems that in the future, we can only use plastic pots at home... No, plastic pots will also make noise, so... bamboo and rattan pots..."

After being tossed by Lin Yilan like this, Huo Juncheng lost his mind to continue working and went back to the bedroom directly.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Lin Yilan lying on the bed stretched out, and after only a short while, she fell asleep.

"You can sleep in peace." Huo Juncheng, who was disturbed all night, didn't feel sleepy at all, so he sat on the head of the bed and took a book to read.

Lin Yilan turned over, hugged his waist like an octopus, and put her feet on his knee dishonestly.

Huo Juncheng glanced at her sleeping appearance: "It's good to warm up my body as agreed, it's become a leg warmer."

However, her body was really warm, and the legs hugged by her suddenly felt warm.

His body is cold, and it is cool all year round, so he is particularly sensitive to temperature.Even if Lin Yilan just hugged his legs, the warmth from her body was like an electric wave, flowing continuously through her legs to the whole body.

Therefore, as long as he came into contact with Lin Yilan, Huo Juncheng's whole body warmed up, and he couldn't help enjoying himself after suffering from the cold body these years.

"#&%..." Lin Yilan babbled in her sleep.

Huo Juncheng bent down and leaned close to his ear to hear what she had to say.

"Cuckoo... Chi Chi Chi... Gu Chi Chi Chi..." After Lin Yilan said a series of indistinct words, she kept smacking her mouth and sticking out her tongue to touch her lips from time to time.

"Eating in my dreams, Lin Yilan, you were reincarnated from starving to death in your previous life..." Huo Juncheng, who was too lazy to listen, straightened his waist, and immediately felt a sharp pain from his waist.

Looking down, Lin Yilan was biting his waist.He raised his hand and was about to push her away when he heard her say something vaguely: "Mom, eat meat..."

Mother?

She misses her mother.

There was a trace of pity in Huo Juncheng's eyes. He knew that Lin Yilan lost her mother 18 years ago. After her father married her stepmother, she didn't have a good day, let alone the life after going up the mountain alone at a young age.

With pity in his heart, he didn't care about the sharp pain in his waist. He let her bite and continued to read by himself.

The next morning.

When Lin Yilan woke up from a dream, she realized that she was hugging Huo Juncheng's waist, while he was sitting crookedly, and the book in his hand had dropped to the ground.

"Hello? Hello?" Lin Yilan shook Huo Juncheng who was still awake.

Before waking up, Huo Juncheng was about to be shaken faintly and grabbed her hand: "Don't shake it, if you shake it again, you should go to the Underworld to warm me up." He opened his eyes as he spoke.

After sleeping in a strange position all night, he only felt a sore back and a sore neck, and his neck seemed to have a stiff neck!

"What's wrong with your neck?" Lin Yilan sat up and put her hands on his neck.

"Don't move, hiss!" Huo Juncheng, who was tilted his neck, moved a little, and there was a bone-cracking pain in his neck, and he couldn't help but gasped.

"It's easy to handle, I'll give you a massage." As she spoke, Lin Yilan exerted her strength with her hands.

"Ah!" Huo Juncheng suddenly made a sound like killing a pig.

Grandma Huo, who was passing by the door, was overjoyed when she heard the cry, and hurriedly approached the door and put her ear on it.

"Don't bark, I'll take it easy."

"Slow down, slow down..."

Grandma Huo, who was eavesdropping outside the door, became happier the more she listened, and suddenly found that the face of the housekeeper, Uncle Huo, was also pressed against the door.

Grandma Huo grabbed Uncle Huo and went downstairs.

"Madam, you will soon have a great-grandson in your arms." Uncle Huo was as happy as a child.

The Huo family has been passed down for several generations, and the number of people is getting rarer and rarer. He, who grew up in the Huo family, is worried.

"Okay, okay, with my daughter-in-law's body, I'm sure I can have a few more children." Grandma Huo also had a happy and depressed face.