"Mo Yesi…" Qiao Mianmian looked at him with reddened eyes.
She wanted to cry.
Why was her husband so nice?
She was touched to tears every time.
"You're so good to me." Qiao Mianmian rubbed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hubby, thank you."
"Baby, you're my wife. Who else should I be good to?
"This is what I should do. If you think your husband is good, just give me more benefits."
…
"Young Master, where are we going now?"
In the driver's seat.
The chauffeur saw Gong Zeli's dark expression and asked nervously.
Young Master Gong didn't usually have a good temper.
Everyone in the Gong family was afraid of him.
Now that he was sitting in the car with a cold expression and staying quiet for almost half an hour, his aura was so cold that the chauffeur didn't even dare to breathe.
He was afraid that Gong Zeli would be upset.
