Introduction: 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" .........