Zhao Ying'er also started looking at Ye Meng's rolled-up sleeves, her eyes filled with admiration: "Sister-in-law, how do you... how do you maintain yourself like this?"
Then the journey of washing dishes and cooking turned into a beauty exchange among the three women.
Mr. Fang opened the wine and waited. Once, twice, three times...
Well, finally they're here, and it's already evening when the lights are on.
The four of them harmoniously started raising their glasses.
The whole evening was filled with joy and laughter.
Right until it was about to end, Zhao Ying'er finally said to Ye Meng, "Sister-in-law, such a big house, it's just the two of you living here? It's a bit too spacious."
Ye Meng blinked and smiled, "It is a bit too spacious. I've often thought, if another person moved in, it would be nice. But unfortunately, your Mr. Fang is not very romantic, so this goal might be difficult."
Zhao Ying'er's face turned red.
Red as if it were going to drip blood.
