Report to Master Sheng, Madam is pretending to be well-behaved every day

As soon as Sheng Jingting entered the bedroom after get off work, he saw a durian on the small round table.

The little girl has always liked to eat these weird things, so he didn't think much about it, just took off his suit jacket and hung it on the clothes rack.

"Come here..." Yu Zheng, who was doing homework, suddenly raised her head and waved to him.

Sheng Jingting unbuttoned two shirt buttons before rolling up his sleeves and walking over: "You want me to peel the durian for you?"

"Ah."

Yu Zheng continued to do her homework without looking up.

He can peel greasy crayfish, and opening a durian is not a problem at all.

Although the taste is extremely bad, who makes my wife like to eat it?

Sheng Jingting took out a dagger from the drawer, quickly separated the pulp, put it on a plate and pushed it to her hand: "Eat it."

Yuzheng finally put down the pen in his hand, and kindly fed him a piece: "Husband eat first."

The corner of Sheng Jingting's mouth twitched slightly, and he quickly turned his face away: "Cough...I don't like durian."

Yuzheng put the pulp into his mouth with a half-smile, pretending to be puzzled and tilting his head: "Durian is so delicious, why doesn't my husband like it?"

"It's delicious, you can eat it yourself, I have something else to do." After the pulp was separated, the pungent smell hit his forehead, it was too hot, he had to find a place to breathe.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Let's talk." Yu Zheng still had a half-smile, lying on the table with her hands on her chin and staring at him cutely.

"You..." Sheng Jingting finally sensed something was wrong.

"I've prepared a gift for you." Yuzheng's smile became more pure and sweet, pretending to be cute and winking: "Honey, will you like the gift I prepared for you?"

"Uh, I like everything you gave me." Saying this, Sheng Jingting started to feel nervous.

The little girl is acting weird today, she seems to be holding back some bad idea.

"That's good."

Yuzheng picked up a large piece of durian shell and put it on the ground, then took out a washboard from behind and threw it in front of him with a bang, with a pleasant smile and a sweet smile: "Husband, you choose one."

Sheng Jingting: "????"

What does it mean?Wouldn't his wife make him kneel down on the durian and the washboard? ? ?

"Come on, take a look at these photos first." Knowing that he had doubts, Yuzheng found a dozen photos from the phone album and showed him.

"..."

The more Sheng Jingting watched, the more frightened he became, and his face became very ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They were all photos of him and Song Yufei talking in the auction lounge. Although there was a distance between them, they looked extremely close because of the shooting angle.

Especially the one hugging the waist, it is even more strange to see it from another angle.

There was even a Weibo screenshot of the engagement news, and in the comment area, there were people who ate melons to make noises, saying that the overlord, the famous lady, was a match made in heaven.

"Who gave you these photos?" Tang Chen handled the matter himself, and it was absolutely impossible for these photos to leak out.

The only possibility is that someone with a heart will send it to the little girl to destroy their relationship.

The Yu family would definitely not do such a thing, and the biggest suspect was Song Yufei.

"Oh, I hacked Song Yufei's phone." Yuzheng spread her hands indifferently and said, "She insisted on asking me to meet after school today, telling me that you two are engaged, and showing me these photos. I'm afraid you won't Admit it, so I had to hack her phone to make a copy..."

"..." Sure enough, it was Song Yufei, but the development of the matter was different from what he imagined.

"I just want to ask, what does this photo mean? What do you two want to do with this kind of action? Are you cheating on me?" Yuzheng pointed to the photo of the two hugging each other, with a good temper ask.

This photo does...

It's hard to explain clearly.

Sheng Jingting helped her forehead helplessly: "Song Yufei stepped on the skirt and fell down, face down. I was worried that she would be disfigured, so I gave her a hand. There was no other physical contact, it was a matter of the shooting angle."

Yu Zheng folded her arms and leaned on the sofa chair: "Haven't you ever thought that she framed you on purpose?"

"I can tell if she really fell and flopped." If he hadn't seen her really fall, he would never have made a move.

Yuzheng nodded and accepted his explanation: "Okay, then you can kneel."

"..." Sheng Jingting said helplessly, "I really have nothing to do with her."

"I know." Yuzheng spread her hands: "It's like you didn't eat durian at all, but the smell of durian can't hurt you? It doesn't matter if you are brave enough to help her. I'm not happy, very unhappy."

She knew that the photo was taken on purpose and that the engagement news was bullshit.

I also know how important appearance is to a girl.

Even if that person wasn't Song Yufei, Mr. Sheng might go up to help.

Yuzheng could accept that he acted bravely, and he could also accept that he had physical contact with other women because of this.

But, because that person is Song Yufei.She was jealous and unhappy.

The instigator, Mr. Sheng, must be punished. If he is not punished, he will not have a long memory.

"..." Sheng Jingting was tired.

"Choose one." Yu Zheng still looked at him leisurely.

Sheng Jingting: o(╥﹏╥)o

Why is it that he is not counted as being spanked, but now he still kneels on the durian and the washboard?

Are all married men in the world so humble?Or is it just the father and son who are special cases?

"You clearly know that she is interested in you, and you still make such intimate gestures. You won't think about it, but she will, and because of this, she comes to show off in front of me. I'm really upset."

Yuzheng pushed the washboard in front of him with her toes: "Just choose this one, beginner difficulty."

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Sheng Jingting held his forehead again, and it took him a while to sigh helplessly: "She gave me a Christmas present when I was a child."

Yu Zheng pretended not to care and shrugged, but her tone was sour: "My childhood sweetheart, it's really sweet."

"In the first few years of studying abroad, I would go home every holiday. One year, when there was a Christmas party at home, Sheng Jingze called other people to beat me on the ground. Song Yufei pulled them away and gave me a large box of snacks to cook. Christmas present. It was the first present I've received since my parents died."

"..." Yuzheng was speechless for a moment, and looked up.

"At that time, I hadn't had enough food for two days. Grandpa was in the pain of bereavement and didn't want to talk to me. My uncle and aunt wanted me to die. The servant looked at my aunt's face, and I didn't care if I was not used to the food at home. Among them There is a piece of chocolate in the shape of a dinosaur egg, which is very sweet. I will always remember that taste."

"..."

Yuzheng's heart twitched violently twice, feeling a dull pain.

It turned out that Mr. Sheng spent his childhood like this.

Born in a wealthy Sheng family, but they can't even have enough to eat.An ordinary piece of chocolate is the best taste in his memory.

No wonder, Mr. Sheng was a little more patient with her than others.

Song Yufei is certainly annoying now, but once upon a time, she was also a ray of warm sunshine.

Yuzheng lowered her eyes and fell silent for a long time, then reached out and hugged Sheng Jingting's back: "From now on, I will try not to hate her so much."

Sheng Jingting hugged her back, and said lightly: "After so many years, things have changed, and Song Yufei is no longer the warm little sister. Now I just treat her as a stranger."

Yuzheng was silent again, and hugged him even more with complicated emotions: "I was born late, so I can't participate in your past. But for the rest of my life, I will be by your side."

"It's not enough to be alone with you."

"what?"

Sheng Jingting lightly licked her earlobe, spraying hot breath on her neck: "I like to be lively, when will you give birth to me?"