My wife is stupid, she always wants to slap me

After the meeting in the afternoon, Wen Biehe got off work early and took Jiang Zhaohe back to the old house.

The old house is located in the villa area of ​​Xicheng. Since the death of Mr. Wen, the two of them have not returned to the old house for a long time for convenience, except for the holidays.

Now that Jiang Zhaohe is injured, Wen Biehe is worried that he is alone in the apartment. There are many servants in the old house, so he can take better care of him.

"Master, Master Jiang, you are back."

The housekeeper is a handsome uncle in his fifties, with a kind eyebrow and a kind heart. He has worked in Wen's family for 20 years.

Wen Zhaohe took off his coat and handed it to the housekeeper: "Well, I got a little injury, so I'll be back for a few days."

The butler took the clothes, looked at the bandage on his head, and looked worried: "Do you need to call Dr. Xu?"

Dr. Xu is the personal doctor of the Wen family.

When the two first got married, Jiang Zhaohe was always tormented by Wen Biehe until he had a fever. Every time they didn't come to bed together, Dr. Xu came over to give him water.

Jiang Zhaohe has ptsd for Dr. Xu, and he will suffer from embarrassment cancer when he hears his name.

Seeing that he was about to shake his head again, Wen Biehe slapped the top of his head with sharp eyes and quick hands.

"You control it a bit, why don't you always have a long memory."

Jiang Zhaohe glanced at him lightly, then pushed his arm away: "It doesn't matter."

Regarding his indifferent attitude, Wen Biehe was too worried and didn't pay attention, but the housekeeper frowned slightly, keenly aware that something was wrong.

What's going on here?in argument?

Dinner was cooked lightly according to the doctor's instructions.

Jiang Zhaohe has a strong taste, and he really has no appetite for these clear soups with little water, so he put down his chopsticks when he saw that he had eaten some.

After dinner, while Wen Biehe was pouring water, the butler pulled him aside: "Master, are you upset with Young Master Jiang?"

Wen Biehe was a little surprised holding the cup.

"No? Why do you ask that?"

Thinking of Jiang Zhaohe's expressionless face during the dinner, the housekeeper said uncertainly, "But Young Master Jiang is obviously unhappy, and he didn't eat much for dinner."

Wen Biehe's attention was on Jiang Zhaohe's mummified head all day long, and he really didn't notice that his lover was not in a good mood.

He blamed himself a little, and hurried back to the room with a water glass.

In the room, Jiang Zhaohe was leaning against the bed and reading a book. The warm yellow light at the bedside shone on his face, as if he had been gilded with gold, and his whole body would glow when he looked good.

"Zhao Zhao, why are you unhappy?"

Wen Biehe put warm water in his hand, and Jiang Zhaohe's figure was reflected in his darker pupils than others.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaohe paused his hand which was turning the pages of the book. He raised his head, closed the book and put it on the bedside table, without expression, he said, "Let's talk."

There were only five words, but Wen Biehe's heart skipped a beat.

Something was wrong, Jiang Zhaohe would never talk to himself with this expression and tone.

His Zhao Zhao looked at the stars in his eyes, with a smile on his lips forever, and his tone was gentle and gentle, just listening to his words, he could taste the love from it.

But now these are gone.

Jiang Zhaohe had a usual hospitality face, with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Wen Biehe never knew that just one word could make him panic.

"Are you angry? Because of the headache? Because the dinner wasn't good?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hands to the slender white hands on the quilt, and carefully tested them.

Jiang Zhaohe avoided him and wanted to hold his hand.

"Wen Biehe, I saw him today."

Being called by his wife's first and last names, Mr. Wen's back felt cold and his hairs stood on end.

"Who did you see?"

He went through the process quickly in his mind, and couldn't think of anyone who would make Jiang Zhaohe so unhappy.

"I saw your white moonlight."

Wen Biehe was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "My Bai Yueguang, isn't it you?"

As if he didn't expect him to say that, Jiang Zhaohe choked on what he wanted, and then smiled helplessly.

"You don't have to look at it like this. I didn't mean to blame you. It's just that since the person you like is back, we should also get together and break up."

When Wen Biehe heard the words 'good get together and get away', his expression went blank, and his head buzzed continuously. He felt that Jiang Zhaohe didn't have a concussion, but he was the one who had the concussion.

His expression froze, and he opened his mouth blankly.

"Zhao Zhao, don't make such jokes, I don't like it."