Hui Tian

Chapter 76

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The next morning.

Supervisory Office.

At the innermost corner of the inspector's office, there is a password door. Through this door, you can walk through a private corridor, which leads to Shen Zhuo's personal living room.

The room was dim, the bed was messy, and the quilt only covered a corner of Shen Zhuo's waist. There were bite marks on his smooth and bare shoulders, and the outside of his white ankle was covered with deep red kiss marks.

"... Get up," Shen Zhuo closed his eyes, forcefully pushed away the arm that was around his body, and yawned slightly: "It's time to go to work, get up..."

Bai Sheng grumbled in dissatisfaction while half asleep and half awake, but hugged Shen Zhuo even harder, still thinking about the thing he had worked so hard on but never succeeded before falling asleep last night, and uttered three words in a sleepy state:

"Call me husband."

Shen Zhuo asked lazily: "What's your name?"

Bai Sheng: "Husband."

"Hey." Shen Zhuo responded without hesitation. He pushed Bai Sheng away with force, got out of bed and went to take a shower.

"… "

There was a loud noise behind him, and Bai Sheng suddenly woke up in a second. He blinked his eyes and realized what was going on. Then he took a deep breath, scratched his chin and pondered for a moment, and suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

"Hubby!" Bai Sheng turned over and sat up, and shouted to the bathroom: "I want to eat your Supervision Office's tea eggs and meat buns for breakfast today!"

Amid the sound of rushing water came Shen Zhuo's calm voice: "Sure! Put it on my account as a reward for your hard work last night!"

Last night, when the two men had fled from their home in a tumbling manner and were running away in terror with their heads in their hands, Shen Zhuo, who was a great inspector with a strong will and a clear mind, decisively chose the office over the choice of getting a hotel room or going to the office to sleep.

Bai Sheng was already blushing and in a state of panic, so he just believed whatever Shen Zhuo said without thinking about it. As a result, after driving all the way to the Supervisory Office, he suddenly realized Shen Zhuo's intentions - he could turn into a wolf when he booked a room in a hotel, but he absolutely could not do that in the Supervisory Office.

The Supervisory Office is such an important place. If he dares to start a tyranny here, that adult habit will spread throughout the entire International Supervisory Office and the entire United Nations by tomorrow morning. Shen Zhuo will beat him so badly that he will doubt his life.

Bai Sheng lost his right to become a wolf, and felt wronged. He wanted to hear his wife call him "husband" as compensation, but Shen Zhuo gritted his teeth and refused to give in after tormenting him for most of the night. The next morning, Bai Sheng figured it out. It's just a "husband". There's no difference between the couple. Isn't it the same if he calls her that

"Honey, what do you want to eat?" Bai Sheng finished washing up and felt refreshed. He was ready to go to the cafeteria to get breakfast. "How about poached eggs and oatmeal porridge?"

Shen Zhuo was already tall and handsome in a suit and tie, sitting behind his desk ready to start working. Hearing this, he remained calm and just made an OK gesture.

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The welfare benefits of the Supervisory Office are actually quite good. Although Bai Sheng is not on the civil service staff, she is a civil servant's wife who holds her head high. Everyone in the Shenhai City Supervisory Office unanimously agrees that this lady can enjoy special treatment—including but not limited to self-service meals in the cafeteria, unlimited refills of soy milk, ordering food a day in advance, etc.

Bai Sheng filled his stomach casually, carried Shen Zhuo's hot breakfast and walked out humming a song. Suddenly, he saw Shui Ronghua, who had just returned from a business trip, sitting by the window, drinking soy milk and chatting with the witch Itardo with her chin in her hand. The latter reached out her hand affectionately to wipe the soy milk foam on Shui Ronghua's lips, although because she had no entity, her sharp, blood-red fingertips could only pass through the void.