"Anyway, it's the same for you guys... I've been working overtime until late every day these past few days. I want to go back early tonight to see my son."
Mo Jifeng looked at Cheng Haochen who was serious, suddenly covered his mouth and snickered, and interrupted: "Master Chen, don't use your son as a cover. In fact, you are just afraid of being late home and afraid that your wife will go crazy, right?"
Cheng Haochen clasped his hands, raised his eyebrows, and spoke confidently: "Our family is very democratic and we have absolute personal freedom."
Zhang Yueze glanced at Cheng Haochen and said meaningfully: "Although you have personal freedom on the surface, you are afraid that you will be late when you go home, and Ke Qing will be unhappy. Don't you have freedom of thought?...Anyway, you just
A henpecked man."
He respects his wife because he loves her, okay?
There is a big difference between respecting your wife and being afraid of your wife!
He glanced at everyone and curled his lips: "Who said I'm afraid of my wife?"
Everyone's face was full of smiles. Although their mouths didn't say anything, their expressions said: The whole world is saying it!
Depressed! When did he, Cheng Haochen, become a man who is afraid of his wives... Although he is occasionally.
But how could he admit it in front of these buddies?
"Oh, it turns out that Mr. Chen has "tracheitis". Although the disease is not serious, it is not easy to cure! ...Do you need me to help you?" Lan Xing put a hand on his shoulder.
Go up and look at him with a pitiful expression.
Boring! How could he hold his head up in front of this group of brothers who treat women like clothes when he got the nickname of a strict wife so quickly?
In the future, they will definitely smile and turn yellow every time they see you.
He blinked lightly, put his hands into his trouser pockets calmly, held his head high, and said, "Keqing and I respect each other. It's not like you, where male chauvinism is rampant and women don't get the respect they deserve. It's like living in a feudal society.
There are no human rights at all.”
Lan Xing's charming eyes slipped away, and he said meaningfully: "In this case, Mr. Chen, do you dare to make a bet with us? If you win, it proves that you still have the majesty of a man... If
If you lose, then just admit that you are a strict henpecker... we won't make fun of you anyway."
Cheng Haochen knew that he was riding a tiger now.
If he didn't agree, these pranksters would definitely make fun of him every day.