Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 208 Madam, if I only give you 11, will you give me a good review?

Pei Weijin frowned and dodged her hand: "Madam, please have some self-respect."

"I don't know how to respect myself, but I do know how to 'act on my own.' Why don't you teach me what self-respect is?"

Yan Zhuoyu reached out and grabbed Pei Weijin by the collar, pulling him into the hall.

"It's too cold outside, let's come inside and talk slowly."

Yan Zhuoyu placed the wontons on the dining table, pushed Pei Weijin down onto the dining chair, and then sat on his lap.

She naturally wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and lightly touched his ear with her red lips, leaving a few lipstick marks.

Pei Weijin turned his head away symbolically, avoiding eye contact with her.

Yan Zhuoyu chuckled, pinching his chin with her fingertips and forcing the man to turn his head.

"Why aren't you looking at me? How rude of you."

"I've got plenty of money, and I've seen plenty of men like you. Name your price, how much for one night?"

Just as Pei Weijin was about to speak, a cold hand slipped under the hem of his shirt.

"..."

Yan Zhuoyu used Pei Weijin's abs to warm her hands with a perfectly justifiable attitude.

This bathrobe is certainly luxurious, but it's a bit too thin. It's below zero outside, and she almost froze to death after just a short while with the door open.

"Don't move, let me warm your hands. A man's body is naturally warm. Young man, you have a pretty good figure."

Pei Weijin pressed down on her wandering hand through her clothes: "Madam, please don't do this. I will not earn this kind of money. You cannot use money to insult my character."

Yan Zhuoyu sat in his lap, her fox-like eyes gleaming with a watery light, her calves rubbing restlessly against him.

"Oh? You mean you can let me get something for free?"

She deliberately slowed down the last two words, as if she were circling them on the tip of her tongue, her tone exceptionally enchanting and soft, like a seductive sea siren.

Pei Weijin did not answer, but lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, still avoiding looking at her.

But the body's response doesn't lie.

Not to mention, the two had already been intimate many times and knew each other's sensitivities perfectly.

Yan Zhuoyu sat on his lap, through his robe—(omitted)

"Ouch, something's poking me."

She blinked innocently, her slender waist appearing almost too delicate to be touched. [details omitted]

"Hey buddy, you're carrying a gun?"

"But my husband is sleeping upstairs. Even if you take me hostage, no one will come to rescue me anytime soon. I'm so scared!"

Pei Weijin kept a straight face, moved one leg, and said with suppressed anger, "No."

Yan Zhuoyu suddenly laughed and stood up decisively, completely unlike her previous enthusiasm.

She sat on another dining chair, opened the insulated lunchbox containing small wontons, and began eating them without even glancing at Pei Weijin.

You can't keep giving men sweet treats forever.

Pei Weijin still had the faint scent and warmth of the woman in his arms, and the hand that had been forced to support Yan Zhuoyu's waist tightened subconsciously.

He looked at Yan Zhuoyu and called out in a low voice, "Madam."

"Is something wrong?"

Yan Zhuoyu responded coldly, saying that the wontons still tasted the same as before, without any change.

She casually ate them one after another. The meat filling with shepherd's purse wasn't too greasy, and the rice vinegar and chili oil helped her get rid of the chill.

Pei Weijin sat upright, his hands neatly placed on his knees.

He was clearly acting according to the script, so why is his wife suddenly ignoring him?

His eyes held a hint of inquiry, his restrained composure seeking attention: "Madam, if you find the taste good, could you please give me a positive review?"

Yan Zhuoyu then realized that she had neglected the person: "I can give a good review for the takeout, but I will give a bad review for the delivery person."

"Why?" Pei Weijin hesitated. "A bad review will result in a deduction from my salary, which is my daily food allowance, Madam."

"You still don't know why?" Yan Zhuoyu said in a light tone, "The deliveryman had a terrible attitude, and as a customer, I was very unhappy."

The man continued, "Then what can I do now to make Madam feel a little better?"

Yan Zhuoyu beckoned to him with her finger: "It's so late, you must not have eaten yet, right? Come on, let's eat something together."

The small bowl of wontons was almost empty, and it was clear that she had no intention of sharing it with Pei Weijin.

Since the villa had been uninhabited for a long time, the refrigerator was naturally empty.

Pei Weijin stood next to her and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

After finishing the last wonton, Yan Zhuoyu didn't get up. Instead, she lazily raised one leg and stepped on the man's lower abdomen.

The robe had no buttons, and the hem slid down with her movements, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

The man's large hand gripped her ankle, his fingers sinking slightly into her soft, delicate skin.

From his perspective, there was absolutely nothing under that bathrobe.

True, empty, state, condition.

Yan Zhuoyu said softly, "Eat..."

--slightly--

"Madam, you mustn't." Pei Weijin's voice was hoarse as he suppressed the emotions in his eyes.

"Don't refuse so decisively, give it a try."

Yan Zhuoyu lowered her voice, as if afraid that her sleeping husband upstairs would hear: "My boss said it's sweet."

The man's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared intently at her: "Madam, will you give me a good review as long as I finish eating?"

Yan Zhuoyu shrugged, displaying the temperament of a domineering rich woman to the fullest: "That depends on your performance. If I'm not satisfied, I'll still give you a bad review."

As she spoke, she opened the rating page on her phone.

It was edited in advance.