Chapter 0021 – Wife’s Singing Voice (1 / 2)

Mako thought to herself, does the obligation in bed count as a conjugal obligation?

Wait for you to fulfill your conjugal duties properly in the future!

Mako took a pen and filled in half a year’s time at the deadline, then signed his big name with a big flourish.

It’s bigger than the characters written by Tong Ka Chong!

Out of the room, Tang Jia Chong had already gone out and the master bedroom door was open.

Mako thought about it and walked in to take a look, and sure enough the dirty clothes basket was full out.

All men are probably the same. When my parents were still married, my father took off his socks and threw them on the living room floor as soon as he got home, naturally believing that housework should be a woman’s job.

The man was the same way, only a little better than his father in that he didn’t throw his dirty socks in the living room and knew to throw them in the dirty clothes basket.

But Mako was still the same, she wasn’t going to spoil him.

She’s not a slob, but …… that’s another price.

Who didn’t agree in advance that the 20,000 living expenses included doing his dirty laundry.

Mako angled her head and turned to take the master bedroom door with her.

The floor of the house was down to mopping, and Mako turned on the Bluetooth stereo, cranked up the volume, and picked up the handheld mopping machine.

In the past, at home, Muxiao resented doing housework because she did all the chores, and Liu Hongying even bossed her around and resented her.

Mopping the floor in particular is a very tiring job, and you have to wring the mop back and forth at least two or three times to mop a room.

Not anymore, she’s the matriarch of the house, and with a high-end mopping machine, housework instantly becomes a fun thing to do.

Mako’s legs were spread apart, straddling the front, with the handle of the handheld mopping machine acting as a microphone:

“A long, long time ago.”

“The disaster came out of nowhere.”

……

The audio is of excellent quality and creates a stunning sound in the house.

Without the scruples about Liu Hongying, Mu Xiao let go of his voice and roared.

Moppers fly to the sound of booming music.

Tang Jiachong is out for a swim.

I used to live in a neighborhood that had a private pool at home. This neighborhood has nothing, when I bought the house I forgot to talk to ah Ming, now the only way to swim is to drive out to your own hotel.

The master laborer from Makoyo came to the house at 10:00 a.m. to install the awning.

After swimming, Tang Jia Chong drove to the underground garage of Mission Hills Flower Garden at 9:40 and the elevator arrived three minutes later.

The door opens.

For a moment, Tang Jia Chong thought he had walked into the wrong house; after all, he was not familiar with this home in the first place.

When he fixed his eyes on the self-absorbed, devil-may-care woman in the room.

The first time I heard my new wife’s singing voice:

“The priest said to either call,”

“Miyuki Jiuyide Fifi Wing Prayer Zelatita Spike~”

“Again!”

“Phantom Snow Jiuyide Fifi Wing Prayer Zelatta Spike!”

“Isn’t it?”

“Wake up without sleep special courage disaster all beat back!”

The tempo is not too fast, feel the bite is also clear, but also a moment to raise the soprano, a moment to whine girl voice, self-rendering immense intoxication.

But Tang Jia Chong froze and didn’t hear what the hell she was singing.

The crescendo fell, and Mako twisted around while holding the mopping machine as the tone spun in her mouth.

But swallowed back raw as the next word came to his lips.