"What, what did you say?"
Chen Feng turned his head, his eyes filled with ecstasy.
"If you didn't hear it, forget it."
Ye Qingqing, like a deflated ball, lowered her blushing face.
"Wife, can you say it again?"
Chen Feng grabed Ye Qingqing's arms.
"You're hurting me."
Ye Qingqing said in a playful tone.
"Sorry, sorry."
Chen Feng quickly apologized.
"It's okay, let's go home." Ye Qingqing held Chen Feng's arm.
"I want to hear it again."
"Hear you, stop talking."
"So why don't you call me hubby?"
"No." Ye Qingqing shook her head, her face blushes even more.
Chen Feng smiled brilliantly, contented at heart.
After suffering for more than two years in the Ye family.
Now, everything is finally moving in the direction he had hoped for.
That night, when Chen Feng and Ye Qingqing returned home, it was already past eleven o'clock.
