Sweet Daily Life with Rich Fool Husband(MTL)

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Su Wanwan was heartbroken, and suddenly fell on the bed and started crying, "Uuuuu, Jiang Chengzhan, you bullied me, I was so good to you, you bullied me, uuuuu..."

She was crying and kicking her legs, really seemed to be very sad.

Jiang Chengzhan was stunned for a few seconds, watching Su Wanwan crying and began to worry.

He crawled to the side of Su Wanwan, first reached out and pushed her shoulders, and then tentatively said in a very low voice: "Wife, wife?"

Seeing that Su Wanwan ignored him, he changed directions and continued to push her: "Wife, wife, are you really angry?"

Su Wanwan stretched out his hand to push him, not letting him move her, "Leave me alone, let me cry to death, you are not good to me at all."

Jiang Chengzhan grumbled and said: "Why is Zhanbao bad for you? If you say you want me to remember you well, I will remember it!"

Still daring to argue, Su Wanwan got up and sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at him directly: "You still dare to say, I let you write mine, what have you written?"

Jiang Chengzhan said in a small voice: "Then I don't know, you say, I will write now, can't it?"

Write now?

Su Wanwan tilted his head and thought for a while, it was a good idea.

She hesitated and nodded: "That's OK, you can write it now."

After a pause, she specifically emphasized: "Then I have to watch you write, or you will fool me again."

Jiang Chengzhan saw that she stopped crying and began to smirk, and as he walked underground, he said, "Then Zhanbao will write."

"Wait," Su Wanwan followed closely, she no longer believed in Jiang Chengzhan, she wanted to watch him write with her own eyes.

Jiang Chengzhan found another diary. He walked to the sofa and sat on the carpet, spread the diary on the coffee table, and started to think hard.

Su Wanwan rolled up a scroll with a notebook, sat on the sofa and stared at Jiang Chengzhan, while gently tapping his hands with the notebook while urging: "Hurry up and write, what do you think?"

Jiang Chengzhan frowned: "My wife, I don't know how to write it."

Su Wan snorted, the book slapped on the palm of his hand, and Jiang Chengzhan shivered uncontrollably.

Su Wanwan gritted his teeth and said, "How can you write Xiao Huangwen?"

"If you can't write it today, you are not allowed to sleep at night."

"Also, no meals are allowed tomorrow."

"Oh," Jiang Chengzhan propped his head with one hand and continued to think hard.

After sitting silently for more than half an hour, Jiang Chengzhan didn't write a word. Su Wanwan became angry, slammed his cheeks and glared at him, pinched his waist with one hand, and knocked on the table with the other, "Hey, those messy things. How can you write so fast, you can't write a single word on business?"

Jiang Chengzhan was very depressed, rubbing his head and said, "But I just can't remember."

Su Wanwan: "..."

He stretched out his hand and patted his head. It seemed to be very hard, but it actually fell gently on his head, "Dare to say it!"

"I'm so good to you, you don't even remember a word?"

Why is she so sad, alas, a red heart is fed to the dog!

After sitting dry for ten minutes, Su Wanwan really couldn't stand him anymore. She felt that she had to play in person and reminded: "The first day, that our bridal chamber..."