Beware the Appearing Cute Wife!-Chapter 40 - 41
40: 41.
Why am I always the one getting hurt……
40: 41.
Why am I always the one getting hurt……
Shen Yufeng completely ignored An Xiaoyu’s indignant expression.
“You’ve just recovered from a fever, you should eat something light, it’s conducive to your recovery!”
“The boss is right!”
Mo Jinyu quickly raised his thumb in approval, as if Shen Yufeng was the doctor and his words were the gospel truth.
An Xiaoyu gave Mo Jinyu a glare.
Hmph, this stinky goldfish, he’s clearly in cahoots with Shen Yufeng!
The two of them are ganging up and deliberately making things difficult for her!
If everyone were eating veggies together, she wouldn’t complain.
But now, they’re eating meat…
and she doesn’t even get to have the soup!
But, she was really starving…
An Xiaoyu ate her veggies with infinite resentment, vowing silently: Shen Yufeng, just you wait!
You better hope you never fall into my hands, or I’ll make sure you won’t even get veggies!
Soon, the meal was over, leaving behind only empty plates and bowls.
The three people glanced at each other, their eyes falling on the dining table.
Well… someone has to clean up the dishes!
Seeing Mo Jinyu’s gaze fall on her, An Xiaoyu shrugged her shoulders: “I’m still a patient!
My body is still very weak!”
They bullied her during the meal, and now, they want her to clean up the dishes?
No way!
Mo Jinyu then timidly looked at Shen Yufeng, only to meet his cold, blade-like gaze.
“What are you looking at me for?
You want me to wash the dishes?”
Mo Jinyu shivered, how could he dare to trouble Shen Yufeng?
That would be a death wish!
Having no choice, he scuttled off to wash the dishes.
Alas, the heavens are unjust!
He has to treat people, order takeout, and also wash dishes…
tsk, he’s practically become a housemaid!
His hands, meant for holding surgical tools, are so precious, but now…
they’re wasted on washing dishes, how can he bear this indignity!
Soon, from the kitchen came a mournful, slightly off-key singing—
“Why am I always the one who gets hurt, what did I ever do wrong…”
An Xiaoyu burst into laughter.
Suddenly, she discovered that life had become much more enjoyable.
But the next second, she felt a cold draft hit her face and looked up to see Shen Yufeng staring at her.
“So happy?”
“Yes!” An Xiaoyu blinked her eyes, “Mo Jinyu is so hilarious!
With him around, I’m sure to laugh non-stop every day, guaranteed to develop abs!”
Shen Yufeng’s complexion turned visibly darker.
“You like him?”
“Ah?
Like… frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
or don’t like?”
An Xiaoyu felt awkward, looking at that gate god-like face, unsure of how to respond.
At this moment, Mo Jinyu, having finished washing the dishes, walked out of the kitchen.
He only heard the latter half of the conversation and asked nosily, “Don’t like what?”
An Xiaoyu sighed, “Your boss here was asking me if I liked you!”
Mo Jinyu was instantly stunned, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.
He hastily waved his hands.
“Please don’t like me, An Xiaoyu, madam!
Otherwise, I’ll die a miserable death!
Please, please!”
After speaking, Mo Jinyu even put his hands together and made a praying gesture.
This time it was An Xiaoyu’s turn to be surprised.
She turned her head to look at Shen Yufeng, this idiot…
He’s that scared of him?
Before An Xiaoyu could respond, the doorbell rang.
Mo Jinyu, as if granted a reprieve, dashed off with a howl.
“I’ll go check, see who it is!”
