The dazzling sunlight shone through the curtains on the wide double bed. Xiangzi slowly opened her eyes. When her thoughts slowly returned to her mind, she suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh no, the sun is so high, the store hasn't opened yet!"

As soon as she wanted to get up, she felt her slender waist soft as soon as she got together. She lifted half of her delicate body and fell heavily on the soft bed, making a "thump" sound.

Feeling the constant soreness and numbness from her body and the slight pain in her lower body, Xiangzi then remembered that she no longer lived in the original store, but in this spacious and bright European-style house in Jianli.

Thinking of this, the shameful scenes of last night also returned to her mind. Yang Feng's attack like a flood kept sending herself to the clouds. The feeling now makes her feel a little red when she thinks about it, but where is he now?

Xiangzi slowly supported herself and sat up, but she didn't notice that the quilt slipped off her body, revealing her infinitely beautiful body.

"Mom... Get up quickly..."

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Youjia rushed in quickly and saw Xiangzi, who had just sat upright, her beautiful lines and snow-white skin.

"ah……"

Xiangzi, who couldn't help but exclaim, saw the other party clearly, was ashamed and angry, grabbed the pillow beside her and smashed it towards her daughter.

"Youjia, how many times have you said it? Why are you still so reckless? Did you not even knock back on the door?"

Youjia, who knew that she had caused trouble, stuck out her tongue and lowered her head and whispered: "I'm sorry, mom, but it's already noon now, I'm here to call you for dinner."

Xiangzi gave her annoyed look, "Did you cook for dinner?"

"No, that guy made it." Youjia answered honestly.

"Nani..."

Xiangzi was shocked and quickly got out of bed and was in a hurry to pick up the clothes scattered beside the bed and spread them. She was wearing them and blaming her, "Youjia, you are really, how can you let others cook? You can't make it yourself? This is really rude."

"I also want to make it myself, but he doesn't let it go." Youjia said a little aggrievedly: "He said he wanted us to taste Chinese cuisine, so he made it myself."

More than ten minutes later, when Xiangzi, who had finished washing up quickly, came to the restaurant, he happened to see Yang Feng wearing a scarf bringing the last dish to the dining table. After seeing Xiangzi and Youjia coming, he smiled and said, "You are here just right, sit down and have a meal."

After saying that, Yang Feng walked to Xiangzi, took her little hand and sat down, "Eat it, try my skills, if you are not satisfied, just say it."

Xiangzi couldn't help but pick up the bowls and chopsticks and looked at the dishes on the dining table. Although it was just an ordinary three dishes and one soup, for some reason, she seemed to feel that some soft place in her heart was suddenly touched, and two crystal tears suddenly flowed out of her eyes and dripped onto the ground and shattered into countless petals.

Seeing Xiangzi suddenly crying, Yang Feng couldn't help but be surprised and asked quickly: "Xiangzi, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiangzi suddenly put down her bowls and threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. The whole Haoshou was desperately pushing her arms, as if she was about to get into his body. Soon tears wet the collar on his chest.

Although Yang Feng didn't know what was going on, he still hugged the beauty in his arms and gently patted her back with his right hand.

It is not a big mistake for Yang Feng to not understand. Japan is a very strong machismo society. For a long time, women even called their husbands "masters". Even when they went out on the street, they had to walk behind their husbands, handle housework at home, take care of children, and earn money to support their families to their "masters". Although there have been more independent women in metropolis in recent years, this cannot shake the mainstream pattern of men being superior to women in Japanese society.

In Japan, the custom of men being superior to women is so serious, let alone cooking for his wife. At least in Kako's life, she has never seen a man taking the initiative to cook.

Therefore, it is not difficult to understand that Yang Feng not only bought a villa worth 200 million yen for him, but also was willing to cook for him on his own initiative. With his mind rippling, he couldn't help but jumped into his arms.

Yang Feng let him cry for a while, then whispered in her ear: "Okay, stop crying, Youjia is still watching."

"Um!"

Xiangzi in her arms snorted softly with a strong nasal sound, as gentle as a cat acting coquettishly. Then she slowly sat upright. At this time, You Jia, who was beside her, was already stunned. Looking at her mother who was holding Yang Feng's arm tightly and snuggling beside him, her heart felt like she had a five-flavor bottle overturned.

Yang Feng raised his head and happened to see Youjia looking at him in a daze. He couldn't help but feel a prank in his heart. A wicked smile appeared on his face and said, "Youjia, Xiangzi has become my woman now. Should you change your name to me?"

Youjia, who hadn't recovered for a while, asked involuntarily: "Change your words, what should you call me?"

Yang Feng coughed lightly: "Of course I want to call me dad."

"Nani... called you dad?"

Youjia opened her mouth wide for a moment. Slowly, her pretty face first turned from red to white, and then turned from white to red. Finally, her lips trembled slightly. Finally, she stared at Yang Feng and said word by word and firmly: "You... don't think about it, don't dream, I won't call you dad."

"Bang!"

He slapped the chopsticks in his hand on the table, You Jiahua stood up and rushed out of the restaurant like a gust of wind.

"Ahem..."

Seeing Youjia leaving the restaurant in a panic, Yang Feng touched his nose with a little embarrassed look, and explained embarrassedly to Xiangzi who looked at her with a weird look, "That... I'm just joking with her, don't mind Xiangzi, in fact, it doesn't matter what she calls me."

Xiangzi looked at Yang Feng for a while, then she started chuckling, stretched out her hand and rubbed her chest wet with her tears, and said softly in a soft voice: "You, don't think about how many years older than Xiangzi, she naturally couldn't accept this fact for a while, but I believe that Youjia will naturally figure it out after a while, so you have to be a little patient and give Youjia more time to adapt, okay?"

After a few days in Japan, Yang Feng naturally understood that in Japan, women commonly call their husbands but that.

The name "Danna" is "derived from the Japanese word "New Year's Day", and "Danna" is probably ranked first and is unswerving. Of course, it cannot be separated from the relationship between favoring boys over girls.

However, from this title, we can also see that Xiangzi has officially regarded herself as a man and husband whom she can rely on. It is estimated that there are also the result of her hard work last night. Didn’t Zhang Ailing, a literary and artistic predecessor of China, say that the nearest road to a woman’s heart is a vagina. It seems that it makes sense. Judging from Xiangzi’s current appearance, she has completely regarded herself as her support?

Yang Feng didn't say anything, and reached out to wrap his arms around Xiangzi's slender waist. The two of them started to eat with each other.

When the meal was almost done, Yang Feng said, "Xiangzi, Youjia should start school soon, right?"

"Um……"

Xiangzi nodded, then her brows frowned slightly.

"Youjia will start in another week, but her school is a bit far from where we live now. Even if we take the subway, we have to transfer several stations, which is a bit inconvenient."

"That's how it is."

Yang Feng thought for a while and asked again, "Xiangzi, do you have a driver's license?"

Xiangzi lowered her head embarrassedly and said, "Some of them went to the exam a few years ago, but later she found that the cost of maintaining a car was too high, so she didn't buy it."

Yang Feng didn't care about this: "It's okay. I'll take you to buy a car later, so that you can pick up Youjia to and from school every day."

If it was before yesterday, Xiangzi might have to consider it, but now she has regarded herself as Yang Feng’s woman but doesn’t care about her. But if she wants to buy a car for herself, would she still refuse?

She hugged Yang Feng's arm and nodded obediently: "Okay, I listened to everything but that..."

Not to mention that Yang Feng and Xiangzi were having sex in the restaurant, they were ashamed and angry as Yu Jia, who ran back to her room, was on her bed, picked up the pillow on the bed, smashed it hard, and muttered hatred while smashing it into her mouth.

"You bastard, you actually want to be my dad, you are so beautiful! You don't look in the mirror to see your age. Why do you be my dad?"

After smashing for a while, Yujia, who was a little tired, lay on the big bed with a slump. Looking at the spacious bedroom and the exquisitely arranged furniture around him, he began to feel a little confused.

Just two days ago, I lived on Hachime Street and lived in that small attic with my mother. Every day before dawn, I could hear noisy crowds. Even if I wanted to sleep for a while during the holidays, I couldn't do it.

All of this changed after the man arrived. The mother and daughter not only lived in this beautiful house, but also had a spacious, bright and beautiful bedroom. This scene used to happen only in dreams, but now it has become a reality. It's just why I feel a little angry when I think of that man.

Especially when Youjia remembered that she couldn't sleep last night, she habitually went upstairs to sleep with her mother. When she came to her mother's room, she heard the sounds that made her face turn red from the room.

The mother, who always speaks so gentlely on weekdays, was stripped into a great Aries by that man, and was bullied by the man in various shameful postures. She was so tired that she watched for a long time.

"Bastard, I won't call you dad if I bully me and my mom."
Chapter completed!