Wife... Wife?! Yi Qingchen was so shocked by his words that she almost sat on the ground. She naturally knew what the word "wife" meant, but... it was just... she hadn't married him yet, right? Is it too early to call him this?
Really? Bai Zimo seemed to be shocked by this sentence. There seemed to be a flash of light in his dark eyes, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Miss Yi has a sweet voice and a beautiful voice. It can be said that she is a charmer."
"I didn't expect that I would be the first person to listen to Miss Yi's singing voice. I'm really honored." There was sarcasm in his words, how could Feng Yiying not hear it? Although he was annoyed in his heart, he remained the same on the surface.
It was light: "Mr. Bai, you don't have to be polite. In fact, my wife often sings when she has nothing to do. No matter whether the audience around her is a cat or a dog, she will sing happily." "Haha..." A trace of anger flashed in Bai Zimo's eyes.
, he laughed dryly and said coldly: "Then your husband is really a failure. She would rather sing to cats and dogs than to you. Hehe, I really don't think it's worth it for you." "Isn't it worth it?"
Since that is just my business, I won’t bother you. Besides, I have a lifetime to listen to you whenever you want. That is a blessing that no one else can ask for." Feng Yiying responded rudely.
In the past, the two of them said something to each other, and the smell of gunpowder gradually became stronger. It was not until this moment that Yi Qingchen realized belatedly that this elegant room had been overwhelmed by the "smell of jealousy". The two men were fighting for each other.
She is 'jealous'! This knowledge made Yi Qingchen not know whether to cry or laugh. She also has a good impression of Bai Zimo now, and naturally she doesn't want to see these two martial arts masters here because she is so angry and busy.
Pulling Feng Yiying's hand, he said: "Okay, Da Fengye, I'm full too, let's go back." After walking a few steps, he turned back to Bai Zimo and said, "I said, Mr. Bai, thank you for the food.
Oh. I may come to ask for advice in the future..." Before she could finish her words, she saw Feng Yiying's face getting darker and darker, and she kept silent. Feng Yiying squinted his eyes slightly, almost smiling,
Gritting his teeth, he said: "My dear wife, if you have any questions, just ask your husband. Mr. Bai is busy with things, so you'd better not bother him!" Without any explanation, he half-hugged Yi Qingchen and walked out.