"Mo Lifeng?" Lu Chuang's tone suddenly became alarmed, "Is he going with you?"

"You're not going with me." Qiao Yisheng explained, "He was invited to attend the awards ceremony and was a guest."

Lu Chuang's voice was cold: "Whether he is a guest or something else, just tell me, was he also in the United States when you went to receive the award?"

"Yes, I haven't asked him in detail how many days he will stay in the United States. If it's convenient, I'd like to treat him to a meal——"

Before Qiao Yisheng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lu Chuang: "No. Why are you inviting him to dinner when you have nothing to do?"

"Please, didn't I tell you when I was busy drawing pictures in the past few months? Mo Lifeng is my instructor. It was also he who suggested me to participate. Why do you think I invited him to dinner?" Qiao Yisheng was speechless and helpless.

"And just inviting him to dinner is not enough."

Lu Chuang sat up: "Since eating is not enough, there is no need to treat him to dinner. House, car, shares, these are valuable enough, right? Isn't it enough to give him as a gift?"

"Can you stop humiliating people like this?" Qiao Yisheng was a little annoyed by him and sat up. "It's not only humiliating Mo Lifeng but also humiliating me. You care about my contact with him inexplicably, which is a kind of disrespect to me.

Do you know that it makes me feel uncomfortable if I don’t trust you?”

Lu Chuang's eyes were dark: "It's not that I don't trust you, it's that I don't trust Mo Lifeng, and I also don't trust myself——"

"Are you saying you don't have confidence in yourself?" Qiao Yisheng directly picked up what he had left unfinished.

Lu Chuang remained silent, as if acquiescing.

Qiao Yisheng pursed her lips: "We are both husband and wife, and we are with Meimei every day. If you still say that you are not confident, does it mean that you are not as happy with me as you seem to be? I don't know.

What else can you do? If you are still so insecure, it means that no matter how hard I try, I cannot give you a sense of security. I am not the person who can give you a sense of security and self-confidence, and I am not suitable for you."

After saying that, Qiao Yisheng turned her back to him and lay down, covering herself with the quilt to go to sleep. Her heart felt as if there was a layer of cling film covering her head, and she was so stuffy.

Ears catch the sound of Lu Chuang.

Lu Chuang said nothing and seemed to sit alone for a while.

Soon Qiao Yisheng heard Lu Chuang climb out of bed and leave the bedroom.

Originally, Qiao Yisheng was only a little angry, but now he is not only angry, but also aggrieved.

Feeling aggrieved, Qiao Yisheng stood up with a roar, walked over and locked the bedroom door.

Not long after she returned to bed, she heard Lu Chuang turning the doorknob, but it couldn't be turned open.

She thought that with Lu Chuang's bad temper, he would definitely get angry at her, kicking down the door or kicking the door down.

As a result, after discovering that the door could not be opened, Lu Chuang surprisingly did not react at all and seemed to just walk away.

After about a minute, there was the sound of opening and closing doors outside.

What? He ran away from home with her again in the middle of the night? Qiao Yisheng was stunned and sat up from the bed again.

She walked to the door, pressed against the door panel, raised her ears and observed for a while, but there was still no sound outside. Then she unlocked the bedroom door and wanted to go out to confirm whether Lu Chuang had really left.

In an instant, she was caught by Lu Chuang who was hiding by the door: "Qiao Quanquan! You are really good!"

"Let me go!" Qiao Yisheng screamed briefly, tugging at his arm that was holding her waist from behind, "Bastard, bastard, bastard! You liar!"

"If you didn't lock the door secretly for me, I would have to trick you into opening the door!" Lu Chuang not only didn't let go, but also tightened the lock tighter and tighter, "Why do you lock it?"

Qiao Yisheng stepped on his instep: "Who asked you to go out by yourself! Do you think you are the only one who has a temper and is cold-blooded with me? Now that you are out, don't come in again!"

"Who is cold-blooded with you? I went out to make a phone call to confirm whether I could accompany you to the United States. Why are you cold-blooded?" During the struggle, the two of them returned to the bed unknowingly, and Lu Chuang tripped her foot.

He threw her down on the bed and said, "I'm not as angry as you, and you won't show off!"

Qiao Yisheng faced the bed, her upper body fell into the bed, and was buried in the quilt. Lu Chuang even pressed down and held her, making her almost breathless.

She quickly turned her face to the side and calmed down, then she couldn't help but kick up her heels with her two feet that were still on the ground and kicked Lu Chuang: "Then you can't tell me? You went out without saying a word, who knows?

What are you doing? You deserve to be locked out of the door by me!"

"You ignored me first and why did I bother you again in a hurry? How did I know that you could get up and lock the door even if I just went out to make a phone call?" Lu Chuang's volume was raised higher than hers.

It seems that whoever is louder wins the argument.

Qiao Yisheng thought so subconsciously, and because his hand was a little painful from being held by him, she felt even more aggrieved: "Then what if I just locked the door? You are doing domestic violence now!"

"Ha, domestic violence, right?" Lu Chuang sneered, lifting her nightgown to her waist.

Qiao Yisheng's heart was filled with blood, and she struggled with her hands to cover her nightgown: "Lu Chuang, you are committing marital rape——"

The last one didn't come out, so she received a light slap on the buttocks.

"What is marital rape?" Lu Chuang put his lips behind her ear, half-smiling, "What? You not only just want to experience domestic violence? You also want to engage in more exciting marital rape-"

"You're crazy!" Qiao Yisheng wanted to sew his mouth so that he couldn't speak.

"Yes, your husband is not only a pervert, but also a psychopath." Lu Chuang patted him gently for the second time.

Qiao Yisheng was almost going crazy with shame: "Can you stop playing?"

"Oh." Lu Chuang responded perfunctorily, but still took the third shot, "Then I will accompany you to the United States."

Qiao Yisheng buried his face back in the quilt: "...I didn't let you accompany me. If you have time, who cares about you."

Lu Chuang smiled: "Can I understand that you originally wanted me to accompany you?"

"No! Yes!" Qiao Yisheng denied firmly.

"Really..." Lu Chuang took the fourth shot.

This one was harder than the previous three, and the slap sounded crisply in the bedroom. The heat on Qiao Yisheng's face spread quickly, and because of the slight pain and the grievances from the quarrel just now, her eyes turned red.

There was a cry in his voice unconsciously: "Lu Chuang, you are going too far!"

"How can you be worse?" Lu Chuang's voice was softer than before, and it seemed as if he was more wronged than she was. "You can even say that you are not suitable for me. Why don't I teach you a lesson? Qiao Quan

Circle, don’t eat randomly and don’t talk randomly.”

Qiao Yisheng muttered: "Who asked you to..."

"What's wrong with me?" Lu Chuang just finished patting her for the fourth time, and didn't move his hand away anymore, stroking it as if it was absent.

Qiao Yisheng's breath gradually became unstable, and he moved his body, trying to escape from his clutches: "Okay, it's very late, go to bed. Just go with me and apply for a visa together."

Lu Chuang said in a drawl: "I also applied for an Australian visa."
Chapter completed!