
Yang Chen awkwardly rubbed his nose, I knew right, drunk to the point of not realizing that someone drugged him, and even let me sleep with him like a bar hostess, if not for me, he said, he won't even know who did it.
"Everything is better now," WangMa contentedly said: "With Young Master here, it will no longer be easy for Master to bully Little Miss again, no longer, of course having a man at home is the only way to live in peace."
Yang Chen was embarrassed to continue listening, and changed the subject by saying: “WangMa, where is Ruoxi? Has he eaten?”
WangMa smiled wryly and said, "Little Miss is working upstairs in the study room, having been plagued by problems with Master during the day, just in the quiet night and have the mood to work, say there is not enough time left to work, he has not even had dinner.”
"This is not the way, a person cannot function on an empty stomach, even if exerting all efforts to work, he still has to eat right?" Yang Chen frowned.
“That's also what I thought, but Little Miss is stubborn, once she starts work she doesn't even let us knock on the door, nor does she allow us to bring her things, either, otherwise he will be angry.” WangMa's expression was helpless and adorable.
Yang Chen pondered for a moment. The future may be a mystery, but at least now she is still my wife, if she is hungry, I will not feel good about it, therefore she said: "WangMa help me prepare another portion of food, I will send it to Ruoxi."
"Thul? Maybe if it was you, Young Master, sending her Little Miss would eat, ”as if WangMa wished Yang Chen to say that, she happily rushed into the kitchen.
Immediately, Yang Chen brought a tray full of steaming dishes to the door of Lin Ruoxi's study on the second floor. From the outside no sound could be heard from behind this red door.
With a hint of confusion, Yang Chen himself opened the door of the study, and quietly walked in.
Inside the room, a large row of books greeted him, neatly placed in all directions of this spacious room, the smell of paper mixed and the scent of Lin Ruoxi's body filled the room. Among the two artistic bamboo pots was a large office table of mahogany wood, topped with a wide variety of documents and books.
The current Lin Ruoxi, was surprisingly sitting on a black leather chair, leaning on the office desk asleep.
With a peerless beautiful sleeping face that lost its usual coldness, its slender, curvy eyebrows, delicate little jade nose, soft thin red lips, each piece was an attraction. Bright table lamp refracts the head full of attractive wavy black hair luster.
Suddenly witnessing the gentle and weak side of his wife, Yang Chen felt a little regretful, as a woman, he was under so much pressure yet he still had to desperately work. No wonder her smile had never been revealed even though it was this beautiful. Thinking that, Yang Chen could not avoid feeling pity.
With the food placed on the table, Yang Chen observed the study. He walked over to the hanger and took off the coat, slowly walked back, then covered Lin Ruoxi's body with it. He gently placed a coat on it, afraid that he would wake up from the noise. Finished with a coat, Yang Chen turned off the table lamp, bringing the room into complete darkness and left the room without a sound.
Downstairs, WangMa was already busy in the kitchen, seeing that it was still early morning, Yang Chen turned on the large LED TV in the living room, lying on the large comfortable sofa and watching the evening news.
Not long after, the sound of 'Da Da Da' footsteps came from the stairs, Yang Chen turned around, and saw his wife Lin Ruoxi had already descended. In her hands was the coat she was wearing, and she looked at him with a complicated expression.