Su Anle had just sat down on the edge of the bed when she heard the person behind her hurriedly get up. He didn't come closer, but the two of them were obviously very close, and Su Anle could clearly feel the warmth from the man behind her.
Glancing at her phone to check the time, Su Anle spoke, "It's almost nine, aren't you going to work?"
Sheng Jianan replied without thinking, "No, I'm not."
What work? If I go, my wife might run away.
Su Anle frowned and turned back. Sheng Jianan's voice came through at the same time, "Anle, don't worry. Even if I don't go, I can still take care of you."
Her movement and his voice happened at the same time, so when Su Anle turned back, she met a pair of eyes filled with laughter.
The arrogance in Sheng Jianan's eyes seemed to have revived somewhat, but Su Anle felt a headache coming.
Anle?
He's calling it so naturally, huh.
Also, this isn't right.
