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Yang Siyu asked curiously, "Aren't you the Third Young Master of Jun Family? Your family should be living the life of an emperor. Why is it so bitter?"
Jun Zhao said meaningfully, "I am a book. When you flip through it, the content of each page will be different."
Yang Siyu looked at him speechlessly.
"Breakfast is ready. Go wash your face."
Jun Zhao urged her, "When did your coffee shop open?"
"Nine o'clock."
"Why did you set your alarm clock to six o'clock? "
Yang Siyu pursed her lips and said, "I think if I make breakfast myself, I will turn the alarm clock to six o'clock. Otherwise, I will only wake up at 8: 30."
Jun Zhao frowned and said, "Try to eat breakfast between seven o'clock in the morning and eight o'clock in the morning. You sleep until 8: 30 in the morning before you wash up and put on makeup. When you go to the store, it is already nine o'clock. How are you going to eat breakfast?"
"Is your stomach okay?"
Yang Siyu said honestly, "There's gastric inflammation."
"It is caused by the abnormal behavior of the three meals. From today onwards, I will be in charge of your three meals a day."
Her stomach was not good. He had to ask the nutritionist at home what to do for her to eat. It could raise her stomach.
"You're supposed to be responsible for all the housework, so the housework naturally includes the three meals a day."
Jun Zhao smiled. "According to the two rules, I am in charge."
Yang Siyu choked and the three chapters were changed to two chapters by him.
Last night, he said he would only give her one day to rest. Tonight, he would...
Yang Siyu turned around and walked away to wash up. At the same time, she was thinking about how to avoid Jun Zhao's wolf claws tonight.
She had been in love with Rong Zhikuan for three years and had yet to hand her over. She had only known Jun Zhao for two days and he had already asked her to hand her over to Jun Zhao. It was very difficult for Siyu to do so.
Even if she and Jun Zhao were legal husband and wife now.
"Ring, ring, ring..."
Yang Siyu's phone rang.
Jun Zhao, who had filled the bowl with porridge, carried the two bowls of porridge out and placed them on the small table. When he saw that Yang Siyu was still in the bathroom, he went into the room and picked up her phone. He saw that the caller ID was "Zhikuan."
Rong Zhikuan called.
She had not blacklisted the number of the scumbag man.
After a moment of silence, Jun Zhao did not answer the call. Instead, he took out his phone and stood at the door of the room, shouting, "Wife, your predecessor called you."
Yang Siyu poked her head out of the bathroom. "That scumbag? Pick up the phone, scold him, and then help me dark his phone number. There were too many things that happened yesterday, so I forgot about it for a moment."
It was broken, then it was completely broken.
Only after getting her permission did Jun Zhao pick up Rong Zhikuan's call.
"Siyu, have you woken up?"
"Why are you looking for Siyu so early in the morning?"1
Jun Zhao's voice was cold.
Rong Zhikuan was stunned on the other side of the phone. He probably remembered what happened yesterday. He immediately called out, "Are you the poor guy who rode the bicycle yesterday? Why are you at Siyu's place?"
"Didn't Mr. Rong ask Siyu to marry me? Did he forget it so quickly? Speaking of which, I still have to thank Mister Rong. If it wasn't for Mister Rong, I wouldn't have been able to marry such a good wife like Siyu. "
Rong Zhikuan went crazy." You really married? How could Siyu marry you? Are you worthy? Riding a broken bicycle without even a pair of shoes, you have the nerve to marry Siyu? "
The impression Jun Zhao left Rong Zhikuan was that his skin was slightly dark and he was quite handsome, but he looked like a poor man with no money at all.
He was not young anymore. He was in his thirties and did not have a girlfriend. If his body was healthy, he would be poor, too poor. Nowadays, most wives had to have a car and a room. Jun Zhao was so poor. Which girl would marry him?
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