Chapter 241: The Evil King Joe of Hell

"Suit yourself," Qiao Chengxun said in a deep voice, putting down his bowl and chopsticks before turning to go upstairs.

Bu Qingqing looked at his retreating figure, then at the half-eaten bowl of rice on the dining table.

Last night, when the young mistress wasn't home, the young master only ate half a bowl of rice, and tonight it was half a bowl again.

Really, he's just like the young mistress!

After going upstairs, Qiao Chengxun locked himself in the study, clutching his aching stomach.

Damn it!

Ever since Wen Meimei left home, he always felt like something was missing in his life, making it dull and uncomfortable; even his body started to feel unwell.

What magic did this woman possess to torment his body and soul like this?

Reluctantly, he picked up his phone and sent a WeChat message: Wen Meimei.

Outburst Sister: Hubby dear, good evening.

Qiao Chengxun was silent for a moment, unsure of what to say next, so he put the phone down.

After a while, his phone vibrated.