Bo Yan touched his nose, wrapped his arms around the person in his embrace and headed upstairs, "Alright, we'll do it your way."
Yuran glanced at him sideways, "Or should we do it your way?"
Bo Yan: "..."
He knew well what his status was at home, and this jab was quite harsh.
He almost felt like kneeling to his wife.
Bo Nian walked out the door, driving her little Mini, leisurely hitting the road, moving at a snail's pace.
Causing those overtaking her to keep glancing sideways.
She was driving in the slow lane, under forty miles per hour.
She looked like an elderly person driving, while Bo Nian was deep in thought, with no sleepiness at all;
The key issue was, she didn't know where she was supposed to go at this moment, which was quite embarrassing.
...
Yan Yi had an advertisement shoot in California, and he took some time to return home. Yan Yan had already slowed down her work pace at home;
