"about there."

Song Meiyue plugged in her cell phone, slid into the bed, and then leaned against her.

"Little rascal..."

Song Meiyue buried her head deeply in his chest, raised a slight arc at the corner of her mouth, kept rubbing against him with her proud figure, and murmured: "I advise you to give up those unrealistic ideas, and your family will always be the best."

Only I can make the decision."

"Do not worry."

"Your husband is the most self-aware."

"I will definitely not shake your identity and status as the head of the family." Jiang Qi smiled, but suddenly became serious the next second, and said meaningfully: "But is there a saying that mutual respect is happiness?

The root of?”

Song Meiyue was stunned for a moment, raised her head and looked at the little villain in front of her, and asked confusedly: "What do you mean?"

"that is..."

"Mutual accommodation is the longest-lasting, and it makes sense to go in both directions." Jiang Qi said softly: "Love can only make happiness blossom and bear fruit with joint efforts and management. Do you think it makes sense?"

Song Meiyue looked at him seriously, smelling something bad in his words, pursed her lips... and whispered: "Well... it makes sense."

"So."

"The husband's status must be raised to the same level as the wife's, just like a scale..." Jiang Qi paused for a moment and continued: "Pretty auntie wife, good sister wife, my vice president's darling,

My husband has said so much...have you had any epiphany?"

at this moment,

Song Meiyue finally understood what medicine he was selling in the gourd, and it turned out that he had changed his routine...using tenderness to fight for family status.

Well...

It seems like someone is teaching him here!

If nothing else... the person who teaches him should be his uncle.

"Uncle taught you this, right?" Song Meiyue showed a sneer and said nonchalantly: "Use emotions to trick me..."

"..."

"ah?"

"No, no." Jiang Qi hurriedly shook his head and said seriously: "Don't think wrongly, this is true love."

"Yeah?"

Song Meiyue stretched out her hand, pinched his cheek gently, and said charmingly: "Let me guess, my wife... did my uncle tell you four words, which are called - step by step?"

Jiang Qi:???

What the hell...

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