C539 External Wife and Slave(last Part)

Yi Xiaomi looked at the man with burning eyes, eagerly waiting for his answer...

Young Master Shang's eyes looked again at the bizarre-shaped potato strips that he wanted to turn back to its original shape. His voice was a little unstable, "En, wife, the first time I cut the potato strips is uglier than yours."

In fact, in Shang Moze's memory, the scene of him cutting the potato strips for the first time was like this, neither slow nor slow, calm and collected. As for the final result, it was piled up evenly one by one. The shape was very beautiful.

When Yi Xiaomi heard the man's lie, she unconsciously became happy in her heart. Aiya, look, isn't it because she doesn't have talent?! It was the first time that Shang Moze, such a powerful man, had failed.

Eh, there seemed to be something strange about this. Yi Xiaomi touched the tip of her nose, not knowing that the man was purely trying to coax her. He didn't even need to draft a script when he lied.

After throwing the potato shredded to the side, Yi Xiaomi pointed to a piece of fresh meat on the table. "Shang Moze, how do we do this?"

"Call me husband."

Young Master Shang had a headache. When would his wife not call him by his name? Alright, not husband. Let's take a step back and call him Ze, okay?

In the past, when he was with a beautiful woman, which one of them wasn't the sweet and sweet Young Master Shang who called him by his name, Moze, moe...

Cough cough, I've thought too far...

"Why should I call you husband? Shang Moze is already used to calling you husband." Yi Xiaomi did not feel that there was any meaning in changing the way she addressed him. Shang Moze would not call her husband because of this.

Seeing his wife being so carefree and heartless, Young Master Shang felt as if an arrow had struck his heart.

The tall back of the man who was about to leave was in front of his eyes. Yi Xiaomi's mouth twitched. It can't be, she was so petty, it was just a title...

"Shang Moze!"

Hearing the woman's call, Young Master Shang stopped in his tracks. His long and straight legs were as well-proportioned and beautiful as bamboo. Wrapped under his black trousers, it contained a kind of wild power beauty.

Looking back, the man's voice was leisurely, "I'll give you one last chance. If you don't call me, I'll go out."

"Bye bye." Yi Xiaomi gritted her teeth and turned her head, snorting coldly. Hmph, she could handle it by herself. There was also a tutorial and it was written on her phone.

Seeing that the woman did not have the slightest intention to keep him, Shang Moze's eyes turned cold. He only felt a burst of anger in his chest. However, his sexy lips curled up bit by bit. He believed that... In less than three minutes, Qingren would come out to invite him.

Thinking about it, Young Master Shang finally felt relieved in his heart. Then, he walked out proudly and saw Little Milk Bun and Ji Anan talking about something.

Slowly sitting down, his tall and strong body sank into the soft sofa. Shang Moze's legs were stacked together and his long hands were all over his body. He grabbed a military magazine and brought it over.

"Anan, you play with the durian first. I'll be right there." Shang Xichen patted the dog's head and warned, "Don't bully Anan. Otherwise, I won't give you milk!"

The durian loved milk the most. Upon hearing that, it wagged its tail obediently, not knowing whether it understood or not.

"Dad." Looking at the man who was casually 'paralyzed' on the sofa, Little Prince Xichen was a little confused. "Is the food ready?"

Young Master Shang coldly looked at his son. His magnetic and deep voice sounded. "I am your dad, not your chef."

Eh, why did he hear a bitter taste? What happened?

Little Prince Xichen looked around and said, "Dad, where is big idiot? Why isn't he with you?"

Usually, his father and mother were like twins. Why did he only see his father being alone now?

Why didn't Yi Xiaomi come out to call him? The man frowned and looked at the kitchen. "Your mother is in the kitchen. She is preparing a feast for you and Anan."

Manchu Han dinner? The moment these words came out, Little Prince Xichen felt uncomfortable. He swallowed his saliva and felt that he must have heard wrongly. No, no, no, there must be something wrong with his ears.

With this thought, Little Prince raised his head. His large eyes were filled with burning heat and anticipation. "Dad, what did you just say? Where is big idiot?"

"In the kitchen." It was rare for him to have such a good temper to repeat it. The man's brows knitted even more tightly. Why didn't he come out?

The scene of Yi Xiaomi cutting her finger appeared in front of his eyes again. Then, Young Master Shang started to imagine in his mind.

Oil flew everywhere and splashed onto his wife's body. The frying pan was on fire all of a sudden and the flame was arrogant. The kitchen was a mess. Qingren did not step on it properly and fell down...

Thinking of this, the man felt a little afraid in his heart. He really should not have left his wife behind and come out alone. Yi Xiaomi could just call him whatever she wanted.

Anyway, when he was in bed, he could fulfill any wish he wanted to hear.

Little Prince Xichen had been standing where he was, observing his father's expression. It had to be said that it was really a wonderful scene. He could even participate in a certain drama's face-changing competition.

The expressions on each face changed without any rest. In the first second, it was still the dark clouds pressing down, but in the next second, it directly became cloudless for ten thousand miles, accompanied by a proud and fiery hot smile.

The man could no longer hold it in and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen. Before he entered the door, he saw the slender figure of the woman who was wearing an apron. She was slim and beautiful, and her waist was soft.

Yi Xiaomi was seriously stir-frying, and as she stir-fried, she said, "There should be salt, right? Hmm, there is still a little heat left, right? Should I release it or not... "

"Wife, it's time to release it. If you don't release it, it won't taste good anymore." The man's head was full of black lines. He hurriedly handed the salt to the woman's hand.

Yi Xiaomi looked up, "Why are you back?"

Ahem, would Young Master Shang say that he did not want his wife to get hurt? He definitely would not say. He still needed this man's face.

"I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between sugar and salt, so I specially came in to give you some advice."

Hearing this, Yi Xiaomi was stunned for a moment and acted as if she was enlightened. "So the salt in your hand is the salt. I still want to put this."

The woman's fair and slender fingers pointed straight at the white granules. Young Master Shang did not know what to say when he saw them.

Hehe, could a random lie that he made up hit the mark?

"Wife, don't do it anymore. Let me do it." Shang Moze grabbed the spatula and flipped it quickly and skillfully.

"Shang Moze, you pamper me so much. Aren't you afraid that I will go up to the roof and rip the tiles off?" Previously, this man was still angry because he refused to call him husband. Now, he turned around and went back to his side.

Stunned, the handsome face of the man flashed a touch of complacency. "Wife is used to spoil. Look, there is no happiness around me."

"Third Brother and Secretary Qiao, Rann and Dr. Lin, Yung Yuebai and Su Tang, only Karl is slightly better. Liang Ru and Liang Mu have not even gotten a glimpse of each other yet..."

Thinking of this, the more the man talked, the more energetic he got. His eyes were burning with flames.

The man bent over and kissed the corner of Yi Xiaomi's mouth. "Show off your love. Let them be jealous and jealous!"

Wo... F * ck... This answer...

Yi Xiaomi's temple violently twitched, her red lips opened and closed, her eyes carrying a smile.

"What did you say?" The man was obviously stunned and did not believe his ears.

"Hubby, I love you."

When these words came out, Young Master Shang felt like he was floating. Forget about the first one, there was also a confession at the end. This heartless little wild cat really didn't pamper it for nothing... After pampering it for so long, changing to these five words, Young Master Shang had an illusion that his wife and slave had finally endured through it...