"Then do you have any activities on the weekend?" An Zhisu held the bowls and chopsticks and ran into the kitchen with Ye Lancheng holding the plate.

Ye Lancheng put the plate into the automatic dishwasher and signaled An Zhisu to put the bowl in: "Nothing this week." After pausing, he added: "My friend saved up a party in the evening."

An Zhisu said oh, but thought in his heart that Ye Lancheng would go with three scratches on his neck... The picture was so beautiful that he could not imagine it.

An Zhisu covered her face, she was really sorry for Ye Lancheng. It’s not good to scratch her neck.

"Go together." The dishwasher stopped, and Ye Lancheng took a clean bowl and wiped the dishes.

"Ah?" An Zhisu pointed at himself: "I'll go too, is it appropriate?"

"No woman is more suitable than your Mrs. Ye. She is my good friend. They know that we are married and have been clamoring to see you." Ye Lancheng said in a plain voice.

An Zhisu said again, and felt even more depressed. Ye Lancheng went with the scratches on his own, and the only one who was embarrassed was himself. When he brought her with him, the two of them were the ones who were embarrassed. She doubted whether Ye Lancheng took her there with the mentality of "It is better to be embarrassed than embarrassing to others".

Oh...

An Zhisu roared in her heart. Is it still too late to pretend to be a headache, fever and uncomfortable now?

"Big Young Master."

When An Zhisu was screaming, Lao Jiu's voice came from the door.

Ye Lancheng finished wiping the bowls and plates at this moment. He responded and put them into the cabinet.

An Zhisu realized that she had done her own dishes? Why did Ye Lancheng wash again?

"Young Master, Doctor Li is here." Lao Jiu's voice came again.

An Zhisu asked conditioned reflex when he heard this: "Why are you hiring a doctor? Are you sick?"

"No, I'll ask you for it."

An Zhisu's face turned pale in an instant, his spine stiffened, and his pupils suddenly shrank. A string seemed to be broken in his mind, and a buzzing sound came out.

He hired a doctor for himself? He still regarded her as a mental illness. He didn't believe her, he didn't believe her.

"Doctor Li is very good at medical skills and is a descendant of the famous doctor Li Shizhen. Let's go and let him show you." Ye Lancheng reached out and wanted to lead her out.

Bang!

An Zhisu stubbornly opened his hand and paused word by word: "I, no, sick!"

After the three words that were loud and loud, An Zhisu walked out of the kitchen directly.

"Mrs. Young Madam, you are just about to get up. Let Dr. Li help you..."

"I'm not sick, I don't need a doctor!" An Zhisu interrupted Lao Jiu's words in an unhappy tone, and walked upstairs.

"An Zhisu, stop!"

Ye Lancheng's voice came from behind indifferent and coldness. An Zhisu didn't want to listen, but his legs stopped without hesitation.

"Down." Ye Lancheng came out of the kitchen and walked a few steps closer to the stairs.

An Zhisu stiffened his spine, like a hedgehog with barbed bars on her body. She slowly turned around, her eyes firmly: "I don't!"

Ye Lancheng frowned and said softly: "Aspect."

Lao Jiu:...

God, what did he hear? The oldest young man, who was always cold in their family, was actually coaxing their young wife. This is the rhythm of the sun coming out from the west.

"I don't!" An Zhisu refused without fear of death.

Lao Jiu:...
Chapter completed!