"Are we taking the pumpkin carriage back to the Dragon King Temple..." Luo Yuyao leaned on her assistant and asked in a small voice the man in front of her who was leaving in big strides.

　　Pumpkin Carriage was the nickname she gave to Fuse Desire's privately customized Rolls Royce, and Dragon King Temple was naturally his home.

　　A great flood has destroyed the Dragon King's temple.

　　Fusi desire to lazily ignore her, rough maneuver to people thrown in the back seat, and he himself sat in the passenger side.

　　"Drive."

　　"Okay, Mr. Fu."

　　The contestant who serves as the temporary driver today is the personal assistant who handles official business with his ingrate boss until the wee hours of the morning, Song Lian, and the only employee in the company who knows that his boss has taken a daughter-in-law.

　　Relationships can be average.

　　Luo Yuyao knew him, she had the skill to get on the other side in less than a day, "Where are we going...?"

　　Song Lian respectfully said, "Madam, of course it's back to Chief Fu's house."

　　The password was entered incorrectly.

　　"How many times have I said, Mr. Fu's home is not nice, from now on it will be called the Dragon King's Temple!!!"

　　Song Lian carefully peered at Lord Dragon King, whose face was darkened to the extreme, through the car mirror, swallowed, and stiffly kept those four words stuck in his throat without daring to say, "Ah... Yes."

　　He sighed worriedly, worrying about the future of his own leader, having married back such a little ancestor, he was afraid that there would be days of tossing and turning in the future.

　　After a bumpy ride, several people, each with their own thoughts, could be considered to have tossed back to the Dragon King Temple.

　　Fusi desire to enter the door of the house in the front foot, the back foot is like throwing garbage to throw Luo Lanxiao to the family nanny Aunt Liu, disgusted:

　　"You take care of it, it's okay to throw this drunk out."

　　"Ah?" Aunt Liu fiercely received a pang, the whole person is confused, she is not good to make a decision on her own, and looked at the man on the side for help.

　　Songlian: What are you looking at me for? Why are you looking at me? I don't have a plan, do I have to...

　　Aunt Liu nodded as she hastily burdened the woman on top of her.

　　Songlian understood.

　　Solving your boss's life and emotional troubles is an obligation that should be fulfilled as an assistant extraordinaire.

　　He stepped forward, saw the man's resolute back, suddenly unconsciously shrunk his neck to test: "Fu General Manager you if you see Mrs. annoyed, then, or else, I will first temporarily bring Mrs. to my home?"

　　It's better to live in a house than a bridge hole.

　　He is really a good assistant who can share the worries of the leaders.

　　Aunt Liu's eyes widened in shock: ?

　　The man on the stairs imprisoned himself violently.

　　He turned around and said in a cold voice without the slightest change in his demeanor:

　　"Get out."

　　Song Lian gradually realized that there was a problem with his understanding, he suddenly understood what was going on, in order to stay alive his flew away from the scene saying, "Yes!!!"

　　"You have a good rest, Mr. Fu!!!"

　　"..."

　　Fuse wanted to withdraw his eyes and rubbed his brow wearily.

　　He cast a sidelong glance at the woman who reeked of booze, said nothing, and turned to zip into the den.

　　The hands of the clock had just gone to three o'clock when I got out again to finish my shower.

　　"Whew..."

　　If I keep doing this, I'll die suddenly.

　　Just the exhaustion from work wasn't enough to break down the stress-resistant Lord Dragon King, and it was when he returned to his bedroom to find an extra woman sleeping peacefully on his bed that he really felt what it meant to have stress crashing down on his head like the sky was falling.

　　?

　　Fuse Desire's naked upper body was still stained with undried droplets of water, and he raised an eyebrow as he gazed at Luo Yanyou:

　　She's addicted to climbing into her bed?

　　What's scarier isn't just the fact that there's a woman lying in her own bed.

　　Rather, when he himself had just reached the bed, the woman's eyes opened in a daze, and she was, surprisingly, awake.

　　Luo Lanxiao previously in Aunt Liu's help to take a bath, she changed into a wide bathrobe peacefully wrapped in Fu Si desire quilt sleep well, who knows a strong anger and resentment towards their own attack, hard to destroy her a good dream.

　　"Well, who is it!"

　　Half-asleep, Luo Xiaoyao yanked over the pillow under her head and threw it quickly and viciously outside.

　　Coincidentally, the duck down pillow hit Fuse Desire squarely on top of him.

　　After a busy day, the Dark Emperor had no extravagant requests, he just wanted to lie peacefully in his own bed and sleep to ensure the quality of tomorrow's work, what had he done wrong?

　　The man clenched his fists, his pupils refracted an overcast stream of light: "Get back to your room." The extremely low voice implied anger, and hostility filled the entire bedroom.

　　"This is my house!" The woman said with a straight face.

　　Luo Yuyao sat up with confused eyes, looking up at the tall man in front of her.

　　Seeming to have dispersed a lot of her wakefulness, she sleepily patted the empty seat next to her in kind invitation, "Come over here, I'll buy you a nap."

　　After saying that, she moved forward and grabbed the man's bathrobe and tugged it towards the bed, smoothly enjoying touching the other party's beautiful six-pack abs: "It's too late, we have to rest early, tomorrow mom will still call us both home for dinner..."

　　"You know that too." Feeling the sudden addition of a restless hand on his body, Fuse Desire grunted coldly and mercilessly drew out the bathrobe.

　　Who the hell does he owe it to that he can't get any rest right now?

　　The man tightened his eyebrows and pushed Luo Yanyou, who was still about to drag herself away, back onto the bed with all her might, only to see the other party fall back into the bedding as a whole when she didn't sit still.

　　The fall didn't matter, it didn't look broken, but the intense, drunken spinning of the sky made her head swell and hurt like hell.

　　Fuse Desire said in a cold and deep voice, "You sleep in the bedroom." He went to sleep in the guest room.

　　What a debt to their Luo family.

　　The Dark Emperor lost to the night after all, he could have thrown the woman back into the guest room, but he didn't for fear of the woman telling her mother about him.

　　Just as he was about to leave, a small wailing sound came from behind him:

　　"Ouch... My head hurts ...."

　　Luo Yuyao knelt down on the bed, covering her head in death, her entire body looking pitifully curled up into a ball.

　　"......" Fuse Desire's face was ugly as hell, "Drinking that much wine, how come it doesn't hurt you to death."

　　From the time he pulled the marriage license this morning until now, everything has been tripping him up, and he hasn't had a good day since he walked into the civil office with this woman.

　　Fuse Desire frowned and looked at the woman without a word, then simply turned around and left the house.

　　"Well..."

　　After a while, Luo Yanyao, who was tortured to the point of losing her concentration by the severe pain, was pleasantly surprised to feel an icy cold thing being pasted on her forehead, and the person proceeded to rub and press her temples in circles back and forth, and even though the technique was a bit clumsy, the strength was very good, and it quickly blunted the pain by quite a bit.

　　She closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed her partner's service, unconsciously falling asleep after the pain was gone.

　　Hearing the woman's deep sleepy snort, Fuse wanted to stiffen his neck and withdraw his hand.

　　Familiarly just ready to leave the bed, the whole person was embraced by a soft fragrant body, the other party seems to be taking himself as the extra pillow on the bed on weekdays, and even wanted to take a leg across his body.

　　"......"

　　You're not honest when you're awake, but you're still so dishonest when you're asleep?