Zhaozhu was startled, "So you are pretending to be drunk!"

"Shh..." Yu Siqiao stood up and walked towards the bed where Mo Shu was, "You go and make a basin of cold water and let the kitchen cook some sober soup."

"Ah?" Zhaozhu felt a little strange, looking at his mental look, "But aren't you drunk?"

"Do the whole show," Mo Shu said: "Go."

"Yes." Zhaozhu went out immediately.

When Yu Siqiao heard Mo Shu's words, his heart felt hot and warm.

The voice is soft, completely different from the coldness and sternness you usually have.

Yu Siqiao looked at her, but she didn't dare to get too close.

He just came back at the table and the smell was very big.

Looking at the little wife who was half-covering her face, his eyes were bright, and his eyes fell from the delicate and beautiful fan to her snow-white forehead, which was exposed by a small piece.

There was a tinswept cinnabar in the middle, and the above were black hair and exquisite and luxurious hair accessories.

Her fiery red robe looks like a fire, wrapping her already slender body even more charming.

Knock

Zhaozhu walked in with water.

Yu Siqiao said: "You go out."

Takao nodded, "Yes."

Yu Siqiao wrung the towel, wiped his face, untied his belt, and took off his coat.

Mo Shu just watched his movements quietly, unconsciously immersed his ordinary face into his husband in the real world.

As she looked at her, suddenly, the man in front of her paused and looked at her.

Mo Shu was slightly stunned and met his gaze.

Four eyes are opposite.

Both of them felt like they had been touched.

Yu Siqiao put down the towel and walked towards her step by step.

Mo Shu was a little nervous.

It was obviously just a formal wedding in her heart, why did her heart beat so fast when he came over?

Yu Siqiao stopped in front of her and suddenly said, "You hold the fan, aren't you tired of your hands?"

The ink is slightly suspended.

Then, the hand was held.

His palms were wide, thick and warm, slightly thick.

After holding her hand, she tightened a little without saying a word.

Mo Shu looked up at him.

He was also looking down at her.

Candlelight jumped in his eyes, dark but extremely bright.

Mo Shu wanted to stop, but the man had no intention of letting go.

Looking at her, suddenly, she held her hand holding the round fan and held it in front of her.

Mo Shu subconsciously held a little breath and finally said, "What do you want to do?"

Yu Siqiao looked at her, got closer and said, "We're married today."

Mo Shu's eyebrows raised slightly, "Then?"

Seeing the deliberate coldness in her eyes, Yu Siqiao finally felt a little relaxed.

He took a bold step forward a few times, and suddenly, he held her hands with both hands and pressed her down on the joy bed.

Mo Shu looked straight at him.

A smile flashed through Yu Siqiao's eyes, "I am a normal man."

Mo Shu suddenly chuckled, "So...what do you want to do?"

"What I want to do, can't you guess?" Yu Siqiao put one knee on the couch and slowly bent down, "Is that OK?"

Mo Shu's heartbeat was also increasing and aggravating.

She looked at him and said slowly: "Your face."

Yu Si Qiao felt relieved and whispered: "Tear it off for me."
Chapter completed!