Wen Zeli pretended to be unwell, "My shoulders are a little sore after working for a long time."
Lin Yitang walked up behind him and started rubbing his shoulders. Wen Zeli was about to speak when Lin Yitang noticed and immediately said, "Don't talk!"
Wen Zeli closed his mouth, but after a while his mouth moved again and Lin Yitang quickly covered it with his hands.
Wen Zeli: “???”
Lin Yitang: "!!!" The man's warm breath hit her hand. Lin Yitang wanted to withdraw her hand as if she had been electrocuted, but she stopped abruptly.
She coughed uncomfortably, then said breathlessly, "I'm going to let you go, and you're not allowed to talk!"
Wen Zeli did not struggle and nodded obediently. Lin Yitong let go of his hand with confidence.
The next second, Wen Zeli's voice rang out, "Tangtang, are you going to murder your husband?"
Lin Yitang looked at him in shock, "Didn't you promise not to speak?"
Wen Zeli looked innocent: "I am a capitalist, and all capitalists are evil."
Lin Yitang: “…” Damn, so careless.
"I didn't want to say anything else just now. I wanted to say that your grip was too strong. Could you please be a little gentler?"
Lin Yitang: “…” It was even more embarrassing.
Wen Zeli looked at her sad face and couldn't bear her to "criticize" herself anymore. Maybe she had been teased enough, so he said: "I feel much better now. Thank you Tangtang. I'll take the cup down myself later."
Lin Yitang hummed softly and turned away.
After Wen Zeli watched her leave, he looked at the flowery cup beside him, hesitated for a moment, and finally drank it all. What else could he do? This was his wife's gift. Even if it tasted bad, he had to hold his nose and drink it.
Although he thought so, Wen Zeli did not feel any reluctance when drinking.
After working for a while, Wen Zeli went downstairs to put the cup in the kitchen, and met the butler who had just arranged for people to replace the table damaged by Wen Hangxing.
The butler smiled and called out "Young Master" and then stood there. He glanced at the cup in Wen Zeli's hand and saw that it was empty. He gave Wen Zeli a look that implied respect. It's you, the warrior who charges for love!
Wen Zeli, who inexplicably understood what the butler meant, said: Thank you, I don’t really want to understand.
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