Yang Ruxin was still touched by the affection between the old master of Feng's Villa and his wife, and decided to mention it to the old man.
Gu Qingheng laughed. He knew well that in the eyes of those old folks, his wife's charm far exceeded his own. If she spoke, there was a high chance of success, so he stepped forward and hugged Yang Ruxin: "Wife, you're wonderful."
"Would I be bad if I didn't speak?" Yang Ruxin pushed him away disdainfully.
"You're always wonderful." Gu Qingheng quickly said seriously, but the strength of his grip increased.
Yang Ruxin pouted.
"But right now, it would be even better if we went to bed and did some exercise." Gu Qingheng suddenly lowered his head and licked Yang Ruxin's ear.
"You pervert." Yang Ruxin couldn't help but spit.
Gu Qingheng had already bent down to pick her up: "A husband who isn't a pervert with his own wife isn't normal."
