Ji Tang subconsciously reached out to cover a thin bath towel on his chest, but it could not cover the exquisite curves.

The master bedroom fell into silence, and time was still, and even his trembling breathing could only be controlled slowly.

She didn't expect that during this late night, Song Yumo would still know to go back to the villa!

Didn’t it sound nice to go to a business cocktail party?

What kind of cold wind has attracted this busy man who has been away from home for three years and has been homeless.

Could it be that the little lover outside is not serving him wholeheartedly?

And now is not the time to care about this.

Now it's over, it's over.

How many corners did dog men hear?

Ji Tang felt so nervous, but pretended to be calm on his face.

His dark eyes blinked lightly, observing his expression quietly, brewing how to open the remarks.

Little did she know that Song Yumo's eyes were calm and she was looking at her silently.

Ji Tang's skeleton is slender, his calves exposed outside the bath towel are thin and white, and his bones are delicate, so beautiful that they are difficult to describe and draw. It can easily inspire a man's desire for conquest in heaven.

Especially in this marriage, she still plays the role of a gentle and considerate weak wife all the time, and frequently shows kindness to her indifferent husband.

It would definitely be very helpful if it were an ordinary man.

Song Yumo is not an ordinary man, on the contrary, he is like an extreme ascetic.

Seeing that the man did not expose her intention, Ji Tang looked at him in surprise, and asked softly: "Husband, aren't you going to a business cocktail party? Why did you go home early?"

——Observing words and expressions is the basic quality of being a perfect wife.

Song Yumo's expression was very plain, and he maintained his usual calmness and took his eyes off her.

"Put on the clothes."

Ji Tang's slender back froze obviously and almost broke down.

What does it mean to put on clothes?

This dog man wouldn't think she was sick and got so sick. She was so hungry that she wanted to seduce him on purpose, right?

He is the one who is sick! Who would leave his beautiful wife at home and twitch his brains and go to have a scandal with the little celebrities outside?

If you don’t explain when you go home, are you still right?

Ji Tang stared at him tightly, his lips trembled a few times, trying to restrain himself, for fear that he would spit out the next second.

But he saw that Song Yumo had already finished the topic in advance, and his slender fingers skillfully untied his tie, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

“…”

Ji Tang secretly cursed and pretended to be a good wife, but she could not lose her appearance.

You have to act in the whole set!

"My husband has to have a social engagement at night. Are you hungry? I'll give you a bowl of noodles in person..."

The man paused for a moment, looked at Ji Tang with a faint response: "Yes."

In the eyes of the outside world, Song Yumo is the heir of the Song family in Beicheng. He has the means and has a very high status. He holds real power at a young age and controls the family industry.

But a few people know that he is so self-disciplined in private that he is terriblely rigorous.

Moreover, this self-discipline is not only reflected in work, but also in life, with a serious sense of cleanliness, just like the kind of pathological and paranoid villain who often appears in movies.

No matter how late he goes home when he is in a social event, the first thing he does is to go to the bathroom to take a shower first.

Taking advantage of this time, Ji Tang walked into the cloakroom as fast as possible and turned out a conservative pink nightgown with lotus flowers. Everything she wore was very white and wrapped her slender limbs tightly to prevent being raped by men.

Before going downstairs, Ji Tang took out his phone and opened it. He first saved the evidence of the scandal of a dog man and a little star on Weibo. Then he wrote a essay about loving her husband in a real way within three minutes and sent it to his friends for public display.

Click to select, only her mother-in-law, Mrs. Song, can be seen--

Ji Tang was in a good mood and walked down the stairs and ran to the kitchen to prepare a love supper for the dog man.

There is everything you need in the huge kitchen. Every day, the housekeeper would buy fresh ingredients to store them in the refrigerator. Ji Tang took out two eggs and noodles.

A heartless dog man is not worthy of eating meat.

She tinkered with it all over again, and thought silently about the time in her heart.

Ten minutes passed, Ji Tang pulled a tissue and wiped his fingertips, took out his cell phone to look.

I received a like tip from Mrs. Song in my circle of friends

Then, a jewelry picture sent to her by Mrs. Song.

And at the same time, the voice for fifty seconds came: "Tangtang, do you like this necklace? Let the secretary send it to you tomorrow. Don't worry about the scandal. Now these media reporters have paid money and are not serious about doing things. Mom will not let you suffer a grievance."

Ji Tang's cloakroom has countless jewelry, and you can tell at a glance that the price of this jewelry is three times more expensive than the ones that Song Yu ink took tonight.

Her good mother-in-law has done two of the most proud things in her life.

The first is to give birth to the son of Song Yumo.

The second is to marry Song Yumo a gentle and understanding wife and go home.

So as long as Ji Tang is peaceful and acts well as a wealthy lady, any charming slut outside who wants to get to power, he must first pass Mrs. Song's level.

She lowered her head slightly, and her fine eyelashes cast a row of shadows on her white face. Her fingers had quickly edited several messages, sending them one by one:

[Thank you, mom, I am not mature enough and can't suppress such jewelry. This necklace is perfect for you.]

[As for the scandal... After all, we are just a business marriage. He has no feelings for me and is normal for the little stars outside. It is all because I have not done my duty as a wife, not being excellent enough or perfect enough, so that I can't win the favor of my husband.]

[You must not be angry about my daughter-in-law who can't please my husband, so as not to ruin your body.]

【He definitely didn't mean it!】

Ji Tang emphasized the three words "Don't scold him".

It would be best if Mrs. Song could communicate with her this time, and through these pale words on the surface, she could interpret a deeper meaning.

...

Twenty minutes later.

Ji Tang walked out of the kitchen with the hot egg noodles, but was not in a hurry to serve it to "respect" the dog man.

As she expected, in less than half a second, a long black figure slowly walked down the stairs.

"husband……"

Ji Tang screamed gently, and his eyes shot him in all directions.

After Song Yumo took a shower, he could still smell the clear and pleasant smell coming from him when he was close.

Instead of changing into a nightgown that he had not moved in his wardrobe for eight hundred years, he wore a light suit. I don’t know if it was the lighting effect in the living room or the psychological effect of her complaining about the darkness.

Ji Tang looked at his handsome and handsome face from side to side, and always felt that he was not as annoying as before.

When Song Yumo saw the noodle soup in Ji Tang's hand, he seemed to remember that it was cooked for him.

So, the first time, the Jiangzun Yugui spoke, "I won't sleep in the villa tonight, you can eat noodles."

Before I finished, I added another sentence in a concise way:

“Stay early.”

Ji Tang's beautiful face and expression instantly became pitiful, as if he had suffered a great grievance, and his eyes were red: "Husband, do you want to find that Miss Li? If you are in true love, I can..."

The word "giving up" has not yet had a chance to say it.

Song Yumo rubbed her eyebrows with long fingers and said lightly: "I don't know her."

Ji Tang still didn't believe it and was about to cry.

Song Yumo's plain tone was normal: "Song Tu said you were interested in a new bag. Is it enough? Let Song Tu transfer 30 million to you first."

Her heart was a little shaken, and her eyes were still filled with mist.

After a while, a gentle and decent smile appeared on the corner of my lips: "Since my husband said he didn't know me, I chose to believe me..."

Thirty million???

Enough enough.

It's enough for her to buy thirty packs!!!

...

As soon as Song Yumo walked out of the villa door, Ji Tang poured the bowl of love noodles into the trash can without any affection.

With the noodles in the trash can, Ji Tang mourned for its heroic sacrifice for a second.

Then he turned back to the master bedroom without looking back.

In the cloakroom, Ji Tang brushed his slender fingers across rows of nightgowns, and finally chose a silk suspender nightgown that he liked.

The light green silk has a very deep color, which makes her fair skin look white and fits her delicate figure. Her waist is slender, as if it breaks at once.
To be continued...