After wearing the book, I became Shoufu's favorite

Chapter 730
Things are going well.

Song Mianmian didn't go out after chatting with Xie Yuan.

She was sitting on a deck chair under the eaves, looking at the blue sky, doing nothing.

This made Song Mianmian feel peaceful for a long time.

Zhimei and Xiaolu, who were always by her side, were also dismissed, and they stood under the eaves not far away.

Zhimei's lips were pursed into a line, her eyes were full of worry, "Sister Xiaolu, madam..." It's so strange.

For the first time, she felt that there was such a sense of distance from the always approachable wife.

It was clearly not far away, but it made her feel as if she couldn't touch it.

Xiao Lu's expression was equally complicated, and she didn't understand either.

But one thing they know, Madam has many secrets.

Zhimei thought for a while and said, "Sister Xiaolu, why don't I go and bring the little lady here?"

Xiao Lu shook his head, "Let Madam be alone for a while."

Song Mianmian is full of vigor most of the time, her eyes are always bright and energetic, like a torch in the dark, full of love and expectation for everything.

But Xiaolu and Zhimei also know that Madam occasionally looks up at the sky like today.

It takes half a day to sit, most of which are when the adults are not at home.

Zhimei once asked his wife what she was looking at, but Song Mianmian just smiled and shook her head gently.

She's just, a little homesick.

Although there are not many people to miss, but that place is the destination of her soul.

When Xie Yuan came back, Song Mianmian was on the recliner, the sky was full of stars and the moon hung high.

Song Mianmian fell asleep with a thin quilt covering her body, and the lanterns under the eaves shone with candlelight.

There is a curling fragrance beside her, which is mosquito repellent incense.

Xie Yuan's eyes softened, he walked over quickly, squatted beside the recliner, and reached out to hold her hand.

Song Mianmian woke up quickly, opened her eyes and saw it was him, smiled, and stretched out her hand to hug him familiarly, "Husband, you are back."

"En." Xie Yuan hugged her, and she sat up, her eyebrows curved, "What did your majesty say?"

"His Majesty attaches great importance to this matter, and has ordered people to test the formula. Lin Qing will be fully responsible for this matter."

When Lin Qing returned to Beijing this time, not many people knew about it. He has not recovered his identity, so he is just a young man who has resigned from office for more than a year.

Zhou Jing's situation has changed, and he has long been forgotten.

It is indeed appropriate for him to do it.

Song Mianmian hummed, and said: "This thing is powerful, if you want to test it, you need to keep a distance."

"Okay." Xie Yuan responded with a smile.

Neither of them mentioned why Song Mianmian knew such things, Song Mianmian didn't say anything, Xie Yuan didn't ask.

He even takes everything on him.

Xie Yuan carried Song Mianmian into the room, when he heard the low voice of the person in his arms, "Husband, don't you want to ask me something?"

Xie Yuan's hand holding her tightened unconsciously, paused for a moment, and then said: "If Mianmian doesn't say anything, I won't ask. Whenever Mianmian wants to say something, I'll listen."

His voice was gentle and sincere, and he looked at Song Mianmian with strong love in his eyes.

He was afraid, only afraid that Mianmian would leave him as quietly as when he came.

"Mianmian and I are married, we will grow old together, we will live together and die in the same bed, right?"

he asks.

Song Mianmian raised her lips, raised her head and gave him a wanton smile, "Of course, does your husband still want to be with someone else..."

Before she could speak, Xie Yuan leaned over to cover her lips.

This night, Xie Yuan worked extraordinarily hard, almost rubbing Song Mianmian into his flesh and blood.

When the love was strong, he whispered her name in her ear, expressing his love.

The consequence was... Song Mianmian got up late the next day.

Song Mianmian looked at the marks on her neck with a helpless expression, and Zhimei hung her head blushing.

In contrast, Xiaolu looked unrestrained and generous, even with a bit of ridicule in his eyes.

Song Mianmian: "..."

She closed her eyes, turned her gaze away, and landed on Zhimei, "Zhimei, you are going to get married next month, so don't come to serve me anytime soon, just get married with peace of mind."

(End of this chapter)