My name is Su Mo, and my wife is a bit weird.
She can stab a person with true artistic conception to death with one finger, but she is addicted to bloody dramas at eight o'clock.
The "energy exhaust gas" she throws casually can change me, but she only cares about the taste of today's potato chips.
Scene one:
The head of the Guwu family came to the door, arrogant and rude: "Boy, hand over your secret!"
I was about to withstand the pressure when my wife came out of the room and said, "Su Mo, the TV is broken and there are snowflakes."
Patriarch:? ? ? (Have you not seen the coercion of my true artistic conception?!)
Scene two:
The boss of the Spirit Management Bureau came to woo us, promising S-level resources: "Little friend Su, as long as you join us..."
My wife stuck her head out and said, "Su Mo, the ice cream is gone."
Boss: ...(Is this the point?!)
Scene three:
I was blocked by my enemies and my life was hanging by a thread.
I shouted in despair: "Wife, save me!"
She walked out with the remote control and frowned: "Shut up, you're blocking my signal."
Then... She just waved her hand impatiently.
The next second, all enemies, including their magic weapons and martial arts, turned into spots of light all over the sky.
Everyone: "... Fuck!"
Me (wiping sweat): "I told you not to mess with my wife, she is angry about getting out of bed, no, she is angry about watching dramas!"
Yes, my wife is the eldest princess of the fairyland and can conquer everything, but she just wants to be a happy homegirl in my rental house.
And I am her only exclusive "logistics director" and "human pillow".
