Mr. Lin is crazy about his cute wife

"Ah? Pursuer, stop it. Long Yang is only twenty-one or twenty-two years old, and I am ten years older than him. There is no such thing as pursuit between him and me. He just has a childish temper." Zhang Zhixuan leaned back in the dining chair and looked at Li Yishan.

"Child? Childish temper? Junior high school and high school students all know how to date. You never had a relationship in high school? Westerners mature more precociously." Li Yishan leaned his arms on the table and stared at Zhang Zhixuan.

Zhang Zhixuan also lost her patience. Li Yishan's low mood throughout the night made her feel very nervous, so she took the initiative to explain that Long Yang came suddenly. As a result, Li Yishan became even more aggressive, "Li Yishan, what do you want to say? I was in love with you in high school, so what? You have been sour-faced all night, what does it mean?"

"Zhang Zhixuan, so you still remember that it was me who you dated in high school? Judging from your behavior, you probably look down on your high school romance." Li Yishan spoke without thinking and in a bad tone.

"What does it matter whether I like you or not? I don't regret the past, but the past is the past." Zhang Zhixuan has always been quick-tempered and straightforward in her words.

Li Yishan suppressed the nameless anger in his heart and said nothing, and the two of them fell into silence.

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Lin Yitong parked the car and went back inside.

Li Xier stood at the elevator door to greet him.

"Brother, Aunt Cheng has prepared some midnight snacks, let's go and have some." Li Xier took Lin Yitong's arm.

"No, I'm going back to my room." Lin Yitong looked a little unhappy and his voice was low.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Li Xier stood on tiptoe and touched Lin Yitang's forehead. "You don't have a fever. Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Lin Yitang grabbed Li Xier's hand that was touching his forehead and said, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable. Xier, I'm going upstairs to take a shower and will come back later. You go eat first. Don't keep them waiting. Go ahead."

No matter how thick-skinned Li Xier was, she could tell that Lin Yitang was unhappy. "Brother, what's wrong with you?" Li Xier followed Lin Yitang upstairs.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Lin Yitong forced a faint smile.

Li Xier followed Lin Yitong into the room and closed the door.

Li Xier leaned against the door and hugged Lin Yitong from behind.

"Lin Yitong, tell me, you look so aggrieved and unhappy, what's the matter?" Li Xier coaxed Lin Yitong softly.

"Xier, how did you know? Is it so obvious that I'm unhappy?" Lin Yitong turned around and hugged Li Xier back, with his chin resting on the top of Li Xier's head.

"Isn't it obvious to you? Your lips are pouting so high that you could hang an oil bottle on them!" Li Xier distanced herself from Lin Yitong and stared at his face.

Lin Yitong lowered his head, walked into the house and sat on the sofa. "I thought you didn't care whether I was happy or not." He muttered softly.

Li Xier frowned, sat next to Lin Yitang, and looked at Lin Yitang, "Who said I don't care whether you are happy or not? What did I do not do well enough to make you think that I don't care about you?"

"No, I just feel that after we started dating again, you're not as nice to me as before." Lin Yitong didn't want to say it, but since they've come to this point, he might as well just say it.

Li Xier laughed angrily, "Why do you feel this way? Because I always listened to you obediently before, but now you have your own ideas?"

"Well, it's not that I have my own ideas. I just want you to pamper me, just like before." Lin Yitong lowered his head, looking a little helpless and pitiful, and his voice was small.

Li Xier had never seen this side of Lin Yitong before. What a little cutie.