My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 229

After leaving, Downing looked at Ye Xiong strangely. That expression made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Cousin, what's your relationship with the woman just now?"

"Half a dime doesn't matter."

"But why do I see a little bitterness in her eyes?"

"Like your brother-in-law, who is handsome, rich and has a burst of temperament, which woman will not lose when she hears that I am married?"

"You're in a state of immorality again." Downing said nothing.

After returning home, ye Xiong shut himself in his room and didn't go out for a long time.

He is studying Dr. Zhao's words.

Dr. Zhao said that if a person is in a state of madness, he can use the things that most stimulate the person's hearing and vision to restore the madman's reason.

Whether it worked or not, he decided to try.

In any case, he must succeed in controlling his transformation. Only by doing so can he face the next danger.

"What's the sound that most stimulates my brain... My wife's cry for bed."

"What's the most exciting thing for me... My wife's bed photo."

You have to do both.

But how can we get it?

Ye Xiong is a little difficult.

Alas, I'll tell my wife honestly tonight, analyze the pros and cons with her, and it's very possible to agree to my own requirements and help myself with my wife's profound righteousness!

In the evening, after Yang Xinyi took a bath and lay in bed, ye Xiong sat by the bed.

"Wife, I'll discuss something with you." Ye Xiong said seriously.

"Say."

"Do you remember the last time I turned into a gene warrior? In fact, I always wanted to tell you that I couldn't control my transformation. Every time I changed, I couldn't control my actions, just like a beast out of control. Today, I met a doctor at Jiangnan University. He taught me a way. "

"What method?"

Yang Xinyi is also serious about ye Xiong's safety.

"He said that when I am crazy, I can use the sound and image that can stimulate my brain most to enlighten me, so I want to ask you for help."

Speaking of this, ye Xiong coughed and said without restraint: "I think the voice that most stimulates my brain is your wife's cry for bed, and the scene that most stimulates my vision is his wife's bed photo. So I think, can we both get these two things done by the way?"

Oh, my God!

Let's kill this dirty bastard with two thunders!

Yang Xinyi shot her eyes coldly at Ye Xiong, her chest fluctuated violently, and she was on the edge of explosion at any time.

"When I didn't say it."

Ye Xiong was flustered by her stare. He went to the wardrobe and took out the quilt and spread it skillfully on the ground.

"What you said in the first half is true?" Yang Xinyi held back her anger and asked.

"Really."

"As long as the sound that can stimulate your brain and the picture that can stimulate your vision?" Yang Xinyi continued to ask.

"That's right."

"I'll give it to you tomorrow morning. Now you go to sleep next door." Yang Xinyi orders.

Ye Xiong was overjoyed. He was about to go. Suddenly he thought of something. He turned back and said, "wife, you haven't called a bed. It must be bad. Otherwise, I'll help you so that you can make a real cry without pretending."

"Get out!"

The next morning, when ye Xiong got up, Yang Xinyi had sent Downing to school.

"The good cry for bed and Yuzhao have been trapped again."

Ye Xiong returned to his room and was ready to brush his teeth. Suddenly, he found a rolled up portrait on the table.

He opened it and saw that it was a portrait of Yang Xinyi.

In the photo, Yang Xinyi, wearing a snow-white wedding dress, stood on the beach with blue sea and blue sky, smiling like flowers.

The golden sunset in the evening, sprinkled on her, covered with a layer of classical and elegant taste, makes people look as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Seeing the beautiful woman as beautiful as iceberg snow lotus in the photo, ye Xiong couldn't help feeling proud.

It's worth having such a beautiful woman as a wife in this life.

Although it is not Guozhao, this photo can move his heart more than Guozhao.

"The image is good. Let's listen to the bed call."

Ye Xiong put the painting away, pressed the tape recorder next to him, and was ready to listen to his wife's natural cry.

"Ah Xiong, what you saw just now is the wedding dress photo I put on when I was a bridesmaid to a classmate. I always dreamed that one day I could put on the wedding dress and become someone else's bride. Unexpectedly, when I put on the wedding dress for the first time, I met the scum of he Haodong..."

"I'm glad you showed up at the wedding that day. You not only saved me, but also gradually became the most important man in my life..."

"I never thought that a fake marriage would sink me. In the process of getting along, I found that I gradually liked you, but I also found that you don't belong to me alone..."