In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Mu Wushuang was brought back to this small and dilapidated house by Han Jiangxue at three o'clock in the afternoon.

After drinking the juice, my buttocks became numb.

For three hours, Han Jiangxue, who was domineering in the club, was reduced to a housewife.

Mopping the floor, wiping the table, folding clothes, going into the kitchen to chop and prepare ingredients.

She was not idle for a second.

He couldn't even spare the time to drink water.

Mu Wushuang has been observing her and suspects that she is pretending to be a good wife and mother in front of him.

But in three hours, she really did a lot of work. Eight dishes were prepared on the crowded stove in the kitchen. She kept rubbing her eyes while chopping onions.

Because Mu Wushuang loves spicy food, when he was chopping perverted peppers, not to mention Han Jiangxue, even Mu Wushuang sitting in the living room was blinded by the smoke.

Mu Wushuang took a peek and saw that Han Jiangxue's white and tender hands were beautiful, slender and long. It would be a pity not to be a technician.

Mu Wushuang had thought before coming to Binhai that she wanted to have a chance encounter with Han Jiangxue.

No matter it’s talent, beauty, plans for the future, or wisdom in your heart.

But before I could do anything, I was crushed by these three hours of housework.

Just let her do it for a day, no problem.

But if you have to do this every day, you might as well just die.

Mu Wushuang looked at the hard-working Han Jiangxue, and suddenly she was no longer jealous, but a little sympathetic.

It’s a good and luxurious life, but it’s so tiring to be married to Ruoyu’s brother and suffer here...

Click.

The door opened.

Before Mu Wushuang could react.

Han Jiangxue, who was busy in the kitchen a second ago, rushed out, took slippers from the shoe cabinet, and handed them to brother Ruoyu, who Mu Wushuang was thinking about...

Brother Ruoyu, dressed in a straight suit, is still so charming.

The eyebrows are still so deep and full of legendary charm...

Wearing an apron and pulling up her hair, the aloof female boss who was originally worthy of Ruoyu's brother now looks eclipsed, like a yellow-faced woman who does housework. She has lost her status and superior temperament. .

"You take a break, I'll come." Zhang Ruoyu put on his slippers and naturally smoothed the black hair on Han Jiangxue's forehead.

"Okay." Han Jiangxue said flatly. "My hands are sore from cutting the dough."

"I'll give you a massage tonight." Zhang Ruoyu smiled softly, and then glared at Mu Wushuang, who was standing obediently next to the sofa, respectfully like a timid primary school student. "Come into the kitchen and help."

"Okay, brother Ruoyu..." Before Mu Wushuang returned home, he had thought that when he saw brother Ruoyu, he would give him a warm hug, and it would be best to jump on him and spin around in circles a few times.

But now, she doesn't dare anymore...

And a little scared.

When she reached the legal age to get married, she dreamed of marrying the Beimang legend Zhang Xiangbei, who was admired by everyone.

She also expressed her position to her grandfather that she would not marry her brother Ruoyu in this life.

Although Zhang Xiangbei only treated her as a younger sister these years, this did not make her give up, or even discourage her.

But today, when she saw how Zhang Xiangbei's wife lived, she was a little scared...

To marry the man you like, do you have to abandon the life you like and force yourself to accept a completely different life?

It would be better to be the unparalleled sister for the rest of your life, and occasionally miss coming to Binhai to see him, act coquettishly with him, go shopping, and have a meal...

Mu Wushuang, who was domineering in front of Han Jiangxue, followed Zhang Ruoyu into the kitchen like a pupil who made a mistake.

She will, Han Jiangxue has already done it.

She didn't know how to do it, Zhang Ruoyu did it.

She has nothing to do in the kitchen, she just helps arrange the dishes and occasionally peels garlic.

"Brother Ruoyu, do you really plan to live like this for the rest of your life?" Mu Wushuang handed the garlic to Zhang Xiangbei and asked hesitantly.

"What's wrong? Jealous of me? Jealous of me?" Zhang Ruoyu took the garlic, threw it into the pot and stir-fried.

"You are the legendary young marshal Zhang Xiangbei who is famous all over the world..." Mu Wushuang sighed. "You deserve better."

"Nonsense." Zhang Ruoyu frowned. "Where can there be a better life than this? Stop talking nonsense."

Mu Wushuang rolled his eyes and curled his lips and said: "What's better? Ordinary can no longer be ordinary. If I live like this for three to five days, I will want to die."

"Who begged you?" Zhang Ruoyu glared at Mu Wushuang.

Before Mu Wushuang could speak, Zhang Ruoyu said again: "Brother, I didn't lie to you, did I? My taste is absolutely top-notch. When looking for a wife, she must be absolutely beautiful."

"Is your sister-in-law very good?" Zhang Ruoyu was very confident.

"Let's make do." Mu Wushuang was unwilling to give up, and of course he would not let go of his prejudices immediately.

"Just make do? I'm blinding you." Zhang Ruoyu shouted angrily. "Go to the master bedroom and look in the mirror. I don't know what I look like. My wife is just okay, so what's your name? Pork chop?"

"Brother Ruoyu!" Mu Wushuang felt aggrieved. "I'm your sister!"

"What's wrong, sister? Can you help me with the marriage?" Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows. "Even if you don't help me, you should still scold me!"

Mu Wushuang stopped feeling aggrieved after a few seconds.

He tilted his head and glanced at the general's side face: "Your wife is pretty good. She needs to have a good temperament and a good face. The most important thing is that she can help you. She prepares so many dishes. I can't stand it if I make this every day." No!"

"Nonsense, whose wife feels sorry for me, can I let her do it every day? Do you want to tire her to death?" Zhang Ruo gave Mu Wushuang a stupid look.

Mu Wushuang felt that it was right, she didn't feel sorry for Han Jiangxue anymore.

"You must have been talking nonsense to her." Zhang Ruoyu said with a solemn expression. "I'm warning you, my wife is suspicious by nature, sensitive and has low self-esteem. If you say something nonsense and get her off guard, I can't spare you!"

Mu Wushuang rolled his eyes.

How can someone named Han still be sensitive and have low self-esteem?

How crazy is she?

Mu Wushuang, on the other hand, became suspicious and sensitive about marriage after just a few hours of contact...

No wonder the divorce rate is so high and the marriage rate is so low, it makes sense.

"Okay, stop inking here and call your sister-in-law to eat." Zhang Ruoyu gently pushed Mu Wushuang. "Don't keep bringing up that nonsense at the table later. Your sister-in-law likes your brother Ruoyu, not Zhang Xiangbei."

Mu Wushuang was stunned and instantly felt ashamed and embarrassed.

He looked back at Han Jiangxue, who was sitting in the living room with a cup of tea and watching TV, with a calm and calm face, and felt extremely ashamed.

What she likes, Mu Wushuang, is a legendary general covered in halo.

And Han Jiangxue likes a Beimang cook, who just happens to be named Zhang Xiangbei.

She lost.

I also believed what Brother Ruoyu said.

His aesthetics are absolutely beautiful.

Everywhere is beautiful.