Just as Zhang Wuji was walking back to his own house.
Han Zhao reminded with a sly smile: "Sir, Miss Zhu'er is here today too. She made all the meals herself, so you have to be careful when you speak."
Zhang Wuji looked shocked.
"Zhu'er is here too! That girl is no match for Zhiruo. Did they not fight?"
Han Zhao said with a smile: "There was no fighting, it's just that the atmosphere was a bit cold."
"The two of them ignored each other and were too embarrassed to speak first. They were just waiting for you to go back."
"Wait for me to come back?" Zhang Wuji turned around and was about to leave.
However, Han Zhao grabbed him and said, "Sir, you are now recruiting soldiers and your ambition to dominate is almost known to the world."
"If you can't even handle two women, how are you going to manage thousands of troops in the future?"
"What needs to be faced will have to be faced sooner or later. Do you want them to never meet each other?"
Zhang Wuji was stunned when he heard this. After a long time, he said to Han Zhao, "You have a point."
In the living room of the house, on a not-too-big table, there were several dishes and a pot of wine.
Zhou Zhiruo and Zhu'er sat on the left and right respectively. The expressions of these two beauties at this moment were exactly as Han Zhao said.
They didn't fight, but the atmosphere was very cold. They looked at each other and no one spoke.
After Zhang Wuji sorted out his thoughts, he walked in reluctantly.
He could handle any one of these two beauties alone, but it was only when they were together that Zhang Wuji felt a headache.
After all, in this situation, being too close to anyone will offend the other person.
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"Oh, you still remember to come back. I thought you didn't dare to come back," Zhou Zhiruo directly mocked Zhang Wuji.
But Zhu'er was unhappy when she heard these words.
She said to Zhou Zhiruo in a cold tone: "This is my brother Wuji's home. The entire Ming Cult belongs to my brother Wuji. He can come and go as he pleases."
To be honest, at this moment, Zhou Zhiruo really wanted to slap Zhu'er hard on the butt. She had no other intentions, she just wanted to beat her up. At the very least, she wanted to let this girl know her limits.
The atmosphere was tense and Zhang Wuji knew that if he didn't say something, he would seem unmanly.
Zhang Wuji said, "Zhu'er, why are you here? I was thinking of looking for you at night."
When it comes to matters between men and women, Zhang Wuji's emotional intelligence has never been very high, so the first sentence he said was wrong.
After hearing this, Zhu'er quickly rolled her eyes at him.
"Brother Wuji, I am also your wife, can't I come?"
"Anyone with eyes in the entire Ming Cult can see what happened between us."
"As a wife, don't I even have the qualifications to look at my husband?"
Zhang Wuji was speechless: "Zhu'er, that's not what I meant."
Zhu'er quickly said: "I know you don't mean that. I just want to remind you not to say the wrong thing in the future. If I am really angry, you will have to go to great lengths to coax me."
Zhang Wuji sat down at the table awkwardly.
Zhu'er quickly picked up a piece of food and handed it to his mouth.
"Brother Wuji, I made these by myself. I have never been in the kitchen before. I have been busy for a long time for you."
How could Zhang Wuji dare not eat? Whatever Zhu'er put in front of his mouth, let alone a mouthful of vegetable, even if it was a spoonful of arsenic, he would grit his teeth and swallow it.
"Is it delicious?" asked Zhu'er.
Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, Zhang Wuji tasted them all in one bite.
But he still said "delicious", and he meant it.
"As long as it tastes good," Zhu'er said with a smile.
Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhu'er and her slutty look, and she was so angry that she wanted to overturn all the food on the table.
But she didn't dare to do so, not for any other reason, but simply because she didn't want to hurt Zhang Wuji's face.
I don't want to embarrass him.
Zhou Zhiruo knew that her reputation was already very bad before she became Zhang Wuji's woman. If she did those petty things that only a little woman would do, her reputation would be even worse.
Zhou Zhiruo's identity is different from Zhu'er's. In the entire Ming Cult, she only recognizes Zhang Wuji, and only Zhang Wuji is her biggest backer.
What's more, Zhang Wuji truly loved her and doted on her. Just for this reason, Zhou Zhiruo endured it.
It’s just three people having a meal together, not sleeping in the same bed. What’s there to be shy about?
Zhou Zhiruo said viciously in her heart: "Eat it if you want. I won't look at you two dogs."
Zhou Zhiruo transformed the grief and anger in her heart into appetite. She picked up a big mouthful of food and stuffed it into her mouth.
In just that instant, an indescribable taste filled her entire mouth.
Zhou Zhiruo turned her head to look at Zhang Wuji, only to see that he was also looking at her with a complicated expression.
From that complicated look, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to see a hint of request.
Zhang Wuji begged Zhou Zhiruo with his eyes, "Don't spit it out."
Zhou Zhiruo had no choice but to swallow what was in her mouth.
Seeing this, Zhu'er didn't forget to tease her.
"What do you think? If you want to become my brother Wuji's woman, it's not enough to just have some cultivation skills. You also have to learn how to cook, have children, and do these things. Can you do it?"
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