Synopsis
I am very helpless to my wife.
She is obviously the queen of singing, but she only likes to buy vegetables and cook for me.
She is obviously a national goddess, but she just wants to be a good wife and mother.
Her fans send me blades every day, saying that I have delayed her, but I don't want to!
It turns out that being too virtuous is a burden?
All in all, this happiness troubles stem from that night, I sat on the roof sang the "roof" ......
(no hostility, dog food full control)