My wife is stupid, she always wants to slap me

Standing at the door of the house, Wen Biehe took a deep breath, changed the worried expression on his face, and then took out the key to open the door.

When he changed his shoes and walked to the living room, Jiang Zhaohe was leaning on the sofa under the air-conditioning blanket and looking at his mobile phone.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head and met Wen Biehe's pretendingly indifferent face.

Wen Biehe squinted at Jiang Zhaohe, walked past him, and went straight to the kitchen.

The housekeeper in the kitchen was making tea, Wen Biehe went in and closed the door back, glanced at his wife in the living room through the crack of the door, turned around and asked the housekeeper: "Is there anything wrong when Ah He came back?"

The butler put down the tea in his hand.

"Jiang Shao didn't look very good when he came back. After answering the phone, he locked himself in the bedroom and didn't open the door no matter how he called. He just came out of the bedroom."

Wen Biehe became even more worried after hearing this.

Zhao Zhao is not an emotional person, what happened to make him lock himself in the bedroom?

He was really worried, and sent a message to Yellow Crane Tower, asking him to check the information about Jiang Zhaohe's phone call just now.

The butler went out with the brewed black tea, and Wen Biehe stood in front of the cooking table, holding the sink with both hands, brewing emotions, thinking about how to talk to Jiang Zhaohe for a while.

"What are you doing standing here?"

With a cup in his hand, Jiang Zhaohe leaned against the kitchen door frame, tilting his head to look at Mr. Wen who turned back in shock.

Wen Biehe thought to himself, it's over, the script hasn't been settled yet.

He clenched his right hand into a fist, put it to his mouth and gave a 'cough', walked to Jiang Zhaohe's side, raised his hand to support his head, raised one corner of his mouth, and showed a wicked smile.

"What's wrong, miss me?"

Jiang Zhaohe took a sip of black tea calmly: "Stop laughing, it's so greasy."

Wen Biehe's smile froze, and his hand on the door frame slid down, gently pressing on the back of Jiang Zhaohe's head.

He lowered his head and leaned closer, breathing on Jiang Zhaohe's face. Seeing that Jiang Zhaohe didn't resist, tears filled his heart. He hadn't been so close to his wife for several days.

"Don't try to annoy me, remember what I said, you just have to be obedient."

Jiang Zhaohe watched him say domineering words with a straight face, and carefully touched the place where he fell before with his broad palm on the back of his head, as if to confirm the recovery.

He felt amused and touched in his heart, remembering the previous chat records between the two on his phone just now, he knew in his heart that Wen Biehe pretended to be like this because of his own memory problem.

It's just that he still can't think clearly about everything in the past, and he can't make a decision in this situation.

He glanced at Wen Biehe, broke away from his hand, turned and went back to the living room, picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Dr. Xu, making an appointment with him tomorrow, and specially added a sentence at the end, telling him not to tell Wen Biehe.

Jiang Zhaohe was afraid that his treatment results would not be satisfactory, so he made Wen Biehe happy.

Although his memory is a little fuzzy, he can feel the love from his mobile phone across time through the care and love words that have been incessantly for four years.

Wen Biehe leaned on the door frame and looked at Jiang Zhaohe's figure sitting on the sofa.

If it was normal, I would have hugged it long ago.

The two of them can nestle on the sofa together to check Weibo or watch TV.

If by chance, he came across Jiang Zhaohe's scandal or the CP photos in the TV series, he could still make use of the topic and directly hug him back to the room to get closer.

Nowhere is it like now, if you want to ask for a kiss, you will be beaten.

Wen Biehe sighed, and secretly decided in his heart that after his wife recovered, he must get back both the principal and the interest.