Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

Han Xingliang got used to someone taking care of his food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, but suddenly, the free babysitter quit, and he knew how inconvenient it was.

No one cooked for him last night, so Han Xingliang reluctantly ate some fruit and fell asleep.

As a result, as soon as he woke up in the morning, Han Xingliang found that there was no one at home.

Usually when he woke up and went downstairs, he could see the neatly arranged breakfast on the table, but now, he only saw the empty table.

Where did that woman go? !

Han Xingliang frowned tightly, an anger welled up in his heart.

She doesn't even have a job. She stays at home every day, but now she doesn't even cook for him?

Just when Han Xingliang thought about it, the door was opened.

Ye Chuijin was wearing a sportswear, and while wiping his sweat, put the bun soy milk in his hand on the table, and then greeted Han Xingliang naturally: "Wake up?"

Han Xingliang was startled first.

When Han Xingliang saw his wife every morning, he always felt impatient and didn't want to look at it.

At the beginning, Wang Rou had withered hair and her complexion didn't look good. She was a serious yellow-faced woman.

But now the person standing in front of him is wearing a white sportswear, with long burgundy hair tied into a ponytail, swinging with her movements, with a completely different vitality from last night.

She...when was she so pretty?

Han Xingliang thought about it this way, but he was so angry that the fire disappeared a lot.

His accusation reached his lips and became calm: "Are you out for a run?"

"Um."

Ye Chuijin didn't bother to care about him, and walked upstairs while answering.

She had already eaten breakfast in the breakfast shop, and the one that was brought back specially was bought for Han Xingliang.

Han Xingliang watched her walking upstairs, seeing her disappear in front of his eyes before finally regaining his senses.

"Hey! Where's breakfast?"

Ye Chuijin turned his head and motioned to him with his chin: "It's on the table."

Hearing Ye Chuijin's words, Han Xingliang was taken aback, then frowned, "Are you kidding me?!"

He is not accustomed to eating outside. The original owner always gets up early to cook, and the breakfast is very delicate.

But today, she dropped a bag of steamed buns and a cup of soy milk on the dining table.

How could Han Xingliang accept this huge gap?

And when he heard Han Xingliang’s questioning in surprise, Ye Chuijin also looked at him in surprise: "What? You don’t like to eat steamed buns? That would be easy. Walk five hundred meters east from the gate of our community, and there is a congee shop. It has everything in it, go eat it."

After that, Ye Chuijin walked slowly back to her room and closed the door "bang".

Han Xingliang looked at her in a dazed mouth, and it took a long time before he recovered.

"You!" He pointed to the empty staircase, filled with inconceivability and anger.

What the **** is this woman doing? She dared to ask him to eat buns bought outside?

She didn't know that she was in this home, and her only value was to serve him?

The result is good now, she doesn't even have the only value.

She doesn't even know how many people outside are waiting to be his wife, she even does this...

Han Xingliang's face was pale.

He picked up the buns and slammed to the ground.

Okay, very good, just fool him.

Obviously, all he eats is the money taken from him, but I don’t know how to be diligent and serve him well.

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