When Yan Shubei returned home, he was so hungry that he went into the kitchen and saw that there was nothing edible. "You little bastard, do you want to exhaust your husband to death? He works overtime every day to earn money to support you, but he doesn't even cook for me." When he entered the bathroom, he saw a pile of clothes piled in the washing bucket. "The clothes haven't been washed yet. Jiang Shaoqing, please come out." Yan Shubei roared, and after the words fell for a long time, The bedroom door opened a small crack, and a fair-skinned young man smiled very flatteringly, which made Yan Shubei's skin crawl. "Stop laughing, it's so disgusting. Tell me, how do you want to die this time?" "Can I just wait for you in bed for nothing?" The young man looked at him fawningly. "Go away, I'll give you ten minutes." "Yes, I knew it would be fine if you just ate me without eating." Yan Shubei pretended to hit him, which scared him so much that he ran faster than a rabbit and slipped into the bathroom. Yan Shubei picked up the phone and ordered takeout, then threw all the clothes into the laundry bucket and set a time, and then tidied up the messy bedroom to make it look more like a human being. Alas, there is really nothing we can do against him. . .