Prince charming, your persona has collapsed!

Zheng Yanyan saw these posts, her face showing envy, she asked, "Honey, have you registered this song? How much can you sell it for?"

Zhou Yuwen said it wouldn't sell for much.

"I'm not that famous, at most it'll be thirty to fifty thousand, and I don't need that much."

"Ah, I'm so envious," said Zheng Yanyan.

Zhou Yuwen queried, "What's there to be envious about?"

"I'm envious of Su Qing, you wrote a song for her, when will you write one for me?" Zheng Yanyan pouted her small mouth, drawing circles on Zhou Yuwen's chest.

Zhou Yuwen explained that he only wrote songs after a breakup.

"We're currently in a cooling-off period, right? How about we break up so I can write one for you?"

"Annoying, can't you just write a sweet love song?" Zheng Yanyan asked.

Zhou Yuwen said he couldn't.

Zheng Yanyan thought about it and said that Zhou Yuwen writing this song for Su Qing shows she made you sad.

"But I won't make you sad, my mind is full of you, I wouldn't make you write songs just to upset you, it's okay even if you don't write, because at least you are mine!" Zheng Yanyan gestured with Zhou Yuwen's big hand, placing her slender little hand on top of his, as if talking to herself.

Zhou Yuwen smiled and said that the programs tonight were actually pretty good, the dance you did attracted a lot of attention.

"Right?" When it came to herself, Zheng Yanyan was a bit proud, she said she specifically danced for Zhou Yuwen.

"To show you a different side of me, isn't it pretty! I'll dance it for you again!"

Zheng Yanyan said, getting ready to rise, standing right on the bed.

"Ai, never mind, you haven't put on your pants."

"Hehe, no one else is here," Zheng Yanyan coquettishly gave Zhou Yuwen a glance.

Yet she already stood on the bed.

Without the shorts, Zheng Yanyan's beautiful legs indeed lacked a bit of the allure of a partially veiled beauty, but it gave a completely new feeling.

Especially the bouncing and jumping on the bed, squatting down then standing up, performing a butt twist for Zhou Yuwen.

Making Zhou Yuwen amused yet helpless.

After the dance was done, Zheng Yanyan returned to Zhou Yuwen's arms, proudly asking him, "How was it? Not bad, right?"

Zhou Yuwen nodded, saying, "Hmm, not bad."

"I even specially bought this outfit for the dance!" Zheng Yanyan told Zhou Yuwen.

Those girls in the Cultural Department are actually poor, pretending to be good sisters at first, but when it comes to spending money, they all step back.

Zhou Yuwen said there's no helping it, what student has money.

"Besides, you said the dance was for me, others can't pay for your desire."

"Right, so there's nothing I can do, I paid for them, let's just count it as campaign funds for the department head," grumbled Zheng Yanyan.

Zhou Yuwen asked her where the money came from.

Zheng Yanyan told him that it was the two thousand yuan Zhou Yuwen gave her before.

Zhou Yuwen watched her playing with her fingers guiltily, thinking of the money Zheng Yanyan spent on voting earlier, and this time buying dresses for the students.

"Hey, you didn't get a manicure? Strange," Zhou Yuwen noted Zheng Yanyan's clean fingers, which hadn't been painted, and couldn't help but say with a smile.

"You don't look anyway, why should I do it, I just want to show it to my husband."

Zhou Yuwen commented, "That's quite sensible, it's not because you are out of money, right?"

"Not at all! I'm the little princess of the Capital city, how could I be out of money!" Zheng Yanyan refused to admit it.

Zhou Yuwen didn't expose her, Zheng Yanyan was different from Su Qing and Lu Lin, one was his ex-wife who took it for granted to spend his money, while the other had no source of income and relied directly on Zhou Yuwen.

But no matter what, Zheng Yanyan is still a princess from a decent family, spoiled by her parents since childhood, how could she blatantly ask Zhou Yuwen for money.

Asking for too much money would mean a girl has no dignity in front of a boy.

So Zhou Yuwen took out his mobile phone, Zheng Yanyan didn't look up, still gazing at her own fingers, thinking if she had known earlier she would have spent the money on a manicure, she didn't expect her husband to still care about this.

At that moment Zhou Yuwen said, "I'm transferring eight thousand yuan to you, if you spend it all, you can ask me for more."

"I," Zheng Yanyan was taken aback.

Eight thousand yuan, for another ten years this won't be a small sum, and Zhou Yuwen was giving it directly; even though Zheng Yanyan was dating Zhou Yuwen, she couldn't bring herself to ask for this money and immediately wanted to say something.

But Zhou Yuwen stopped her, saying, "If I give it to you, just take it.

"You belong to me, it's right for me to support you, besides, you should know my income, no need for formalities with me."

Zheng Yanyan's heart warmed: "Husband..."

"Hmm?"

"You're so good." Zheng Yanyan climbed onto Zhou Yuwen, hooking his neck, and said with a giggle.

Zhou Yuwen quipped, "So I'm only good when I give money, and not good when I don't, right?"

"Not at all, husband, you're always good!" Zheng Yanyan immediately retorted.

Then she giggled again, "But this makes me feel like I'm being kept by you."

Zhou Yuwen probed, "Would you like to be kept by me?"

"Hmm!" Zheng Yanyan immediately nodded.

Sweetly nestling in Zhou Yuwen's arms, "Ah! I love my husband so much! I'm becoming more and more dependent on you, what should I do! I'm your little fawning dog!"

Zhou Yuwen just laughed at these words.

Then Zheng Yanyan began to kiss Zhou Yuwen's lips.

And then moved down to kiss Zhou Yuwen's neck.