My wife is stupid, she always wants to slap me

Jiang Zhaohe strolled in the garden in the backyard of the villa, helplessly watching the butler who followed him every step of the way.

"Uncle Wang, I can do it myself, don't follow me."

The butler held the coat in his arms, and smiled kindly: "Master, I'm afraid you'll blow the wind because of your greed, let me watch it."

Hearing that the Guan family mentioned Wen Biehe, he fell silent, and raised his hand to touch the white flamingo beside him.

"This flower is blooming. I still remember that the young master heard that you like it. He planted it with his own hands two years ago. Now it has grown so tall."

Jiang Zhaohe remembered.

At that time, Wen Biehe knew that he liked firecrackers, and he said narcissistically that he must like it because the name of the flower was the same as his.

Thinking of this, he couldn't control the strength in his hand, and pinched one down.

The Guan family's smile froze, and he quickly relaxed.

"Jiang Shao, if you have any troubles, you can talk to me."

Jiang Zhaohe looked at the flowers in his hand in a daze, and spoke slowly.

"Uncle Wang, I want to divorce Wen Biehe. I don't love him. We shouldn't be like this."

The hands of the Guan family holding the coat nervously held the corner of the coat, but there was no expression on their faces.

"Oh? Jiang Shao fell in love with someone else? Can I know what kind of person he is?"

Jiang Zhaohe smiled, his eyes were soft, and he said with nostalgia: "She was my senior sister in college. At that time, my family conditions were not good, and I was a little sensitive and inferior. It was she who pulled me to participate in clubs and performances, and let me try slowly. In contact with others, she is a very gentle girl, and she smiles very beautifully."

After hearing his words, the butler slowly loosened his grip and looked at Jiang Zhaohe's face thoughtfully. After a while, he asked abruptly, "Is that girl named Qin Lulu?"

Jiang Zhaohe opened his eyes wide in surprise: "How do you know?"

The butler shook off his coat and put it on his shoulders: "Maybe I heard you say it before, it's windy, go back."

Jiang Zhaohe nodded, gathered his coat, took the white fire crane in his hand, and followed the housekeeper back to the house.

After returning, Jiang Zhaohe went into the study to read the script. The butler brought him black tea and biscuits. After leaving the study, he walked into the empty kitchen and called Wen Biehe.

"What's the matter, what happened to Ah He?"

Now that Wen Biehe saw the housekeeper's number, he couldn't help but be terrified.

"Master, there seems to be something wrong with Young Master Jiang's memory."

Hearing this, Wen Biehe suddenly raised his hand, stopping the schedule he was reading on the white paper on the desk.

Seeing the boss' gesture, Bai Zhi stopped her voice.

"What do you mean? What did you find?"

The housekeeper repeated to Wen Biehe what Jiang Zhaohe had said to him in the afternoon.

Wen Biehe frowned after listening, but didn't realize that something was wrong, but was extremely jealous of that 'senior sister'.

If I could meet Jiang Zhaohe in school, no matter what he was, I would be the best person to him.

"Master, Qin Lulu is the name of the heroine of Young Master Jiang's last TV series."

Jiang Zhaohe will follow every TV series butler. He also registered a Weibo account on the Internet, as if he is a qualified father fan.

Wen Biehe seldom watched TV series played by Jiang Zhaohe.

Even though Jiang Zhaohe never made intimate scenes, he couldn't stand watching Jiang Zhaohe flirting with others even on TV.

"You mean, Ah He's memory is chaotic, and he brought the plot of the TV series he filmed into reality?"

This was just speculation, but Wen Biehe was still inexplicably relieved.

So the wife is not the seven-year itch, nor is she empathizing, but her brain is broken?