Cui Weizhen saw her reluctance and said: "I just mentioned it casually. If you are reluctant to let go, that's all. There are many servants of the right age in the house. In the future, even if Yupan gets married, she can be placed by your side as a steward."
Mom, it doesn’t mean you have insulted your master-servant relationship.”
Ye Zhenzhen shook her head and sighed: "A deep love means a profound plan. Although I can't let go of this maid Yupan, I can't selfishly keep her by my side as a servant and a guard. In the future,
Of course it's very different. You can go back and show me the list of age-appropriate and reliable escorts, so that I can choose a suitable husband for her."
Seeing that she was not very happy, Cui Weizhen was also a little unhappy: "No matter who she is assigned to, it is her blessing. You are the master, there is no need to wrong yourself."
Although she was still a little depressed, Ye Zhenzhen was still amused by Cui Weizhen's protective and willful look. She reached out and scratched his palm and said with a smile: "You can't imitate this kind of temper. I can't bear it."
Will make you laugh.
"What's your temper?"
Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips: "There is a saying in our hometown that the speech you just made is called the 'overbearing president'... No, it should be called the 'overbearing uncle'? Hahahaha, this is too funny!"
Cui Weizhen looked at his wife who was smiling silently, and sighed slightly. Although he knew Zhen'er's past very well, he was still a little inexplicable at certain times.
For example, now, he has no idea where Zhen'er's smile lies.
Ye Zhenzhen was amused by her own imagination and couldn't help laughing when she saw Wei Zhen's confused look. She reached out and pinched his handsome face: "It doesn't look like this. You have to face it."
Ruo Hanshuang is cold and ruthless, so he has the attitude of a domineering uncle." Cui Weizhen grabbed her troublesome jade hand and looked at her helplessly: "If I had a straight face in front of you, you should be angry long ago."
Ye Zhenzhen thought about it and found it very reasonable. Although a domineering president is cool, but in life, if you really meet such a domineering and cold husband, it will still affect your mood on weekdays.
"That's right, you're good like this." Ye Zhenzhen stood up on tiptoes and kissed him on the face, then looked up at him: "I still like your look best, of course, if you can shave off your beard
It couldn’t be better.”
Cui Weizhen touched the stubble on his chin and looked at her sadly.
The careless Mrs. Cui did not understand the complex emotions in Mr. Cui's eyes. She moved her smart mind and thought of a very suitable reason: "That's right, you often dress up for me, but I never help you.
It’s unfair that you’ve shaved your beard before. How about I shave your beard today?”
She blinked her dark and clear eyes and looked at him expectantly.
Cui Weizhen's scalp was numb and he looked away with difficulty: "There is no need to do this rough work for you, I can just shave it myself."
"No, that's not considered menial work!"
Ye Zhenzhen was touched by his thoughtfulness, and her thoughts became more persistent: "I'm just shaving for you, it's very simple, there's nothing to worry about!"
But, he is afraid!
Cui Weizhen touched his chin with sadness and began to worry. Last time he attended the award ceremony of the Cuju competition despite the scars scratched by Zhen'er. It didn't take long for rumors that he was henpecked to spread throughout Mingzhou Prefecture.
If the wound is pulled out again this time, can it be pushed to Xueer again?