Su Yanyun, You Really Deserve To Die

"It must have been tough." Thinking of her husband working so hard just to come back and meet her, Su Yanyun's heart felt warm.

Rong Linyi turned off the hairdryer, picked up a comb, and tidied Su Yanyun's hair gently.

Her hair was as smooth as silk.

Rong Linyi looked at it quietly for a few seconds as if he was admiring a work of art.

Then he answered her question. "It's blissful to have a goal."

"What's the goal?" Su Yanyun asked despite knowing the answer.

It couldn't be helped. Hubby's sweet nothings were too limited. It was rare for them to act like "newlyweds after parting", so it was inevitable that his woman would be greedy.

Rong Linyi saw her bright eyes in the mirror, like a little rabbit looking forward to candy.

The corners of his lips curled up, but his expression turned cold on purpose.

"I don't like others asking about my work."

Oh…

Su Yanyun was disappointed.

So it was a job goal.