Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife Chapter 138 Who Dares Touch My Wife is Seeking Death (6)

Su Yixia said, "When will you be ho? I’ll contact you then."

The other person’s intention was clear, they wanted to take a look at her place through video.

Gu Nuan obviously wouldn’t agree and said, "If you have sothing to say, say it now."

Su Yixia pulled a long face, "What’s with you? Why so secretive, not even letting know where you live? Could it be that you’re keeping a man?"

Gu Nuan’s gaze couldn’t help but sweep over the man next to her who was flipping through a comic book.

Xiao Yebai noticed her glance and looked up, asking, "Do you need my help?"

The food was already cooked and then he asked if she needed help, just like her father, always closing the barn door after the horse has bolted.

Gu Nuan threw a sentence at him directly, "You can do the dishes later."

A certain youngster looked shocked and said, "I bought a dishwasher, haven’t you used it?"

"Don’t you know that foreign dishwashers, when they co to our China, can never clean the dishes of Chinese aunties properly?"

This was the difference between those who had never done housework and those who were actually doing it.

The youngster with the surna Xiao jumped up from the sofa and exclaid, "Can’t they be developed?"

"No matter how much you develop a dishwasher, it could never replace Chinese aunties washing dishes. You have to pre-scrub them first. Chinese cooking is greasy, and rice sticks to the bowls."

For a man who had never washed dishes, and moreover, a man who had bought a dishwasher, this seed unreasonable.

He paced around the living room in front of her, his hands alternating between folded across his chest and on his hips, indignantly saying, "If that’s the case, what did I buy a dishwasher for!"

"You don’t want to wash dishes?" Gu Nuan’s gaze shot onto his face.

Xiao Yebai was hit by her sharp bullet, her look clearly read: If you don’t want to wash dishes, don’t eat, little boy.

"I, I of course know how to wash dishes—"

That’s right, good, little boy.

Chef Gu reclaid her previous tone.

She turned back to look at Su Yixia on the other side, who was so anxious that she had sent many ssages in a row asking after her.

Su Yixia said: Why aren’t you answering ? Could it be what I said is true? Weren’t you dumped by Wa Zicong? Have you moved on so quickly?

When people get anxious, they start to speak incoherently, revealing things that were previously well-concealed.

Gu Nuan typed slowly, the rice wasn’t cooked yet, and said: That’s not true, who have you been listening to blabbering nonsense?

Su Yixia clutched her chest, "You scared to death, I thought it was true."

Then, perhaps realizing she had let sothing slip, she added: I’m just afraid you’re not thinking straight and randomly picked a man, which would be quite a loss. If you’re going to choose, you must find soone better than Wa Zicong.

Gu Nuan’s lips slightly curled: Of course, I’d have to find at least a billionaire and crush him with money.

On the other end, Su Yixia suddenly fell silent.

A certain youngster leaned over Gu Nuan’s shoulder to see, noticing the phrase crush him with money, he said, "You used my line."

Gu Nuan turned around, tapping his forehead with her phone, "You don’t like it?"

"No. I like it, feel free to use it. My words are your words," the youngster with the surna Xiao said proudly, "Isn’t that line good? I have thought about exactly how much money it would take to crush him."

Gu Nuan couldn’t be bothered to argue with a youngster who was suddenly on a sugar high, turning back to check the stead fish and that the rice was almost done, before starting to fry the golden drumsticks.

He stood in front of the long dining table of the open kitchen, watching her with a smile for a while, then, hearing the ring of the phone, picked it up and walked to the living room to talk.

"Old Fourth, what’s your take?"