The corners of Zhao Chuchu's lips twitched, and she was too lazy to answer his shameless question. Why didn't she notice her husband's shamelessness before?

"My wife is silent. Does it mean that you feel that tonight's compensation is not enough? If so, then I will make up for it." As he spoke, he reached out to touch Zhao Chuchu's belt. Zhao Chuchu quickly slapped his hand away, glared at him, and cursed him viciously for the first time, "Asshole!"

There was still a layer of mist in her eyes, and her voice was hoarse, perhaps because she had no strength left. Although she looked angry and cursing, she looked like a little kitten with its teeth and claws bared.

Zhang Xiuyuan smiled. His face was as elegant and refined as a banished immortal. Of course, this was Zhao Chuchu's usual impression of him. Now, it seemed that he was a "scumbag of the gentleman class."

"Don't be angry, my dear wife. You must be tired after all the trouble. Let's go to bed." Zhao Chuchu glared at him again, turned around, her face full of grief and anger.

She has worked hard to raise this puppy for a year, give it back to her quickly.

The little puppy is the best match for the queen, as for the little wolfdog...

Thinking about her almost broken waist, Zhao Chuchu's face became even more sad and angry.

She tried hard to mentally prepare herself, and it took her a long time to comfort herself: Forget it, it's just a little wolfdog, but I enjoy it anyway.

Thinking of this, and because of fatigue and the alcohol, Zhao Chuchu finally fell asleep.

When she woke up the next day, Zhao Chuchu found that the little wolfhound had become obedient again last night.

She rubbed her chin and frowned in thought, so this is a little puppy in front of people, but a little wolf in work?

Thinking about it this way, she could still barely accept it.

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After leaving Zhaojia Village, Zhuang Rongjun's carriage headed straight for Chunmanyuan in the county town.

Zhuang Rongjun lay on his side on the couch, one leg bent with his hand on it, the other hand holding a wine glass, taking a sip from time to time. He looked lazy, romantic and very seductive.

In the room, the sound of stringed instruments could be heard and several handsome young men were dancing.

Zhuang Rongjun narrowed his eyes and looked at him with an expressionless face.

Qiu Shuang stood aside, pouring wine for her young lady from time to time, not daring to say much. Since Zhaojia Village, she had noticed that her young lady was becoming increasingly cold.

Her intuition told her that the young lady was in a bad mood, and a very bad mood. Anyone who spoke at this time would make her angry.

No one dared to anger the young lady. Even though Qiu Shuang was unwilling to admit it, she knew that her young lady was really a lunatic when she was angry.

At this time, the sound of stringed instruments stopped and the dance ended.

A brave young man wearing a veil walked towards Zhuang Rongjun.

Zhuang Rongjun remained expressionless and took a deep breath. Qiu Shuang thought to herself that something was wrong and reached out to stop him, but Zhuang Rongjun said calmly, "Let him come over."

The young man was delighted and quickly pushed Qiu Shuang away. He stared at Zhuang Rongjun with burning eyes, his cheeks flushed, and called out softly, "Miss Zhuang."

Zhuang Rongjun lazily raised her eyes and glanced at him gently, without a trace of emotion in her eyes. However, the young man thought that Zhuang Rongjun tacitly agreed, so he slowly approached her, snuggled in her arms, and called her "Miss Zhuang" again, his voice lingering and touching, able to melt people's hearts.

Zhuang Rongjun lowered his head, pinched the boy's smooth chin with his fingers and lifted his face. The boy's eyes lit up, and when he was about to move closer to Zhuang Rongjun's lips, his neck was suddenly grabbed the next second.

Zhuang Rongjun's eyes were fierce and without a trace of warmth as he pinched the boy's slender neck.