The next morning, when Si Fei got up, she found that there were already milk, toast slices and fried eggs on the table, no longer the fried dough sticks and soy milk and small buns of yesterday.

Just as he was lost, he creaked, the bathroom door opened, Wang Chao came out of it, he ran ten kilometers, made breakfast, and just took a shower.

"Well, you don't have to prepare breakfast for me in the future." Si Fei said.

Wang Chao smiled: "You are my wife, it is natural to prepare breakfast for you, no one can care about it, eat it quickly."

After saying that, Wang Chao did not bother him anymore but walked into the room to change his clothes.

"He is really losing weight." Looking at Wang Chao's back, Si Fei thought to herself in her heart.

"If he really had to lose fifty kilograms, would he accept him?"

"Fortunately, he was smart at that time. He probably couldn't pay the IOU worth 100,000 yuan, right?"

After a little recession, Si Fei was a little embarrassed after finishing breakfast, so she spoke to Wang Chao who was about to clean up the dishes and said, "I'll come back to wash it in the evening."

"No, my husband will do the cooking, washing dishes and cleaning the room in the future. By the way, my husband will also be responsible for making money. You are only responsible for being as beautiful as a flower." Wang Chao said with a shameless face. This was a passage he learned online last night.

"The dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory." Si Fei cursed, rolled her eyes and turned to work.

"Wife, you roll your eyes and are charming." Wang Chao's voice came from behind, and Si Fei almost flashed his waist: "This bastard."

Half an hour later, Wang Chao packed up the house, left the house, and then got into a van downstairs.

"Brother, this bitch Zhou Yan..."

Before Zhang Xiaojun finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Chao: "Talk about the money-cart truck in the casino."
Chapter completed!