Fu Yunche, who was sitting upright behind the desk, was absent-mindedly looking at the book, and with the busy figure of the woman, he was actually giving him foot wash water. Seeing that the other party seemed to him, he immediately turned his gaze back to the book: "Are you a beloved concubine getting into trouble again?" Obviously, he didn't believe that the sudden benefits were just surprises.

And it is impossible to forgive if this arrogant woman is willing to bow down and wash his feet.

Looking at the wary man, Su Mengdie realized once again that she was not a good wife. Her father said that in the past, my mother often gave him warm feet and massaged his feet, which was natural. When she arrived at Fu Yunche, it became a luxury.

She had never washed his feet, nor made him a new piece of clothing, and had never even had the simplest dressing. She had been dressed by palace maids before, and had never cooked delicious food for him. Suddenly, she had never made any preparations for him. Instead, he, on the day he came back from Hyundai, Mengli told her a story.

The story is very long, but the meaning is very short. It was when Fu Yunche hit her and her butt blossomed, but he spent the whole night fanning her wound. At that time, he hadn't fallen in love with her. In fact, Fu Yunche is a good man. He doesn't say anything warm, and he never takes credit for it.

This incident made her understand that no matter whether Fu Yunche fell in love with her or not, she had no hope that she would die. Those cold and ruthlessness were all pretended to be soft. His heart was very soft and he kept accommodating her again and again. Even if she never gave him clothes or said heartwarming words to him, he would not mind.

"In your heart, am I very unqualified? I am not suitable to be a wife at all?" Ling'er would make clothes for Xueyi. Xueyi was sewn by Ling'er himself, and even the accessories and boots were matched by Ling'er himself every day.

And she didn't even know how tall Fu Yunche was, how big the boots she wore, and how big the waist was. She asked her to buy him clothes, absolutely nothing was suitable. What's the use of just helping him build a country? The responsibility of his wife lies in her husband's diet and daily life. How can she let the servants do everything?

She will start with everything about him in person, comb his hair and dress him. This is her duty, and she will learn how to be a good wife.

The woman showed self-blame, which made Fu Yunche very puzzled. She put down the book and walked over: "What happened?" Seeing that she didn't reply, she had to laugh: "Not all couples get along the same way, don't think about it!"

"But I have never combed your hair!" On TV, the queens all combed the emperor's hair.

"I can do these people myself!"

"I haven't put any clothes on you!"

"I have hands!"

Su Mengdie lowered her head in dissatisfaction: "I have never made clothes for you!"

Fu Yunche laughed again: "I dare not wear the clothes you made!" If a certain embroidery needle is not taken out, isn't he going to suffer alive?

"Then you won't wear it even if I do it?" Su Mengdie felt even more guilty. Obviously, he was saying that she couldn't even make clothes.

"This...you'll wear it once you're a man. Okay, what's going on today? Say this for no reason? Are you excited?"

Su Mengdie grabbed the back of her head and walked to the edge of the bed and squatted down: "No, I just feel very lucky. Fu Yunche, you make me feel very happy!"

Words are nasal.

The man also squatted over, and Ban Zheng's thin body: "It's really okay?"
Chapter completed!