The cheongsam beauty is in her arms, and the ascetic warlord loses control over her

Gu Shiyao's pupils suddenly shrank, she took two steps back, and then changed the subject: "Where is Mu Yichen now?"

"Of course he's going to do what he should do. You are getting married tonight. During this time, you can't see each other, so Yaoyao, you can be your bride with peace of mind here."

Gu Shiyao let out a long sigh: "It feels so dreamy. I just found my grandmother last night and we got married today."

"It's so fast. My ancestor has been looking for you for so many years. She misses people when she sees things and embroiders a lot of clothes."

"Every worthy person in the Ming family will have a piece of clothing embroidered by their ancestors. Some people shamelessly ask for clothes from their grandmother in order to gain her favor."

Gu Shiyao smiled lightly. It can be said that the best embroiderer in the world must be her grandmother.

"Grandma works too hard."

"The hard work has come to an end, and I finally see you get married."

Gu Shiyao pursed her lips. She didn't know how her grandmother had survived all these years. Thinking about it, she felt a little sad. In a big family like the Ming family, there must be a lot of intrigues, and her grandmother must have experienced a lot.

It's just that all of this is buried in my heart without words.

Gu Shiyao lowered her complex gaze and smiled slightly: "Ming Qinghan, my grandmother will be happy if you get married."

Ming Qinghan tapped Gu Shiyao's forehead and smiled evilly: "No matter how big or small, call me Brother Ming."

"You asked me to call you Brother Ming. Do you want to bribe me a little bit?"

Gu Shiyao twirled his fingers slightly and spoke to him.

Ming Qinghan slightly curved the corners of his lips and said thoughtfully, "You and Mu Yichen are truly a match made in heaven. Both want to get benefits from me."

"In that case, will Brother Ming give it or not?"

Ming Qinghan lazily placed his hands on the railing. His facial features were exquisite, and his handsomeness was different from Mu Yichen. He was the kind of man who looked more and more dangerous, but couldn't help but want to look at him.

Gu Shiyao stood beside him, and for the first time, she was attracted by a man other than Mu Yichen.

Ming Qing said coldly: "You call me Brother Ming, I will definitely prepare a dowry for you."

"But Yaoyao, you have to remember one thing. Never look at me like this when you are next to Mu Yichen. When we fight, will you help your man or my brother?"

"Then have you considered the third option? I will stand aside and watch the show, watching you fight without anyone helping."

Ming Qinghan lazily raised his wrist and glanced at his watch: "Remember what you said today and stand neutral in the future."

Gu Shiyao pulled Ming Qinghan's arm and said with shocked eyes: "So, you are planning to start a fight?"

There was no expression on Ming Qinghan's face. He said enigmatically: "No one can predict what will happen in the future."

**

As night falls, the Ming family is still dimly lit and bustling with activity.

Gu Shiyao was sitting on the bed. She was wearing a red embroidered cheongsam.

That day, Ming Qinghan showed her a photo, and she was wondering which woman could wear that unparalleled cheongsam.

She meditated hard for a long time, but she never thought that the person wearing that red cheongsam would be herself.

Gu Shiyao's long black hair was pulled up by a hairpin, revealing a snow-white neck.

She has an exquisite face and is mesmerizing no matter how you look at her.

Mu Yichen came slowly, and he slowly approached Gu Shiyao. When he saw her appearance, his heart skipped a beat and he almost fell in love.

Gu Shiyao stretched out a hand, and Mu Yichen took her hand and held her in his arms. "Yaoyao, I finally married you home."

Ming Qinghan stood behind Mrs. Ming. He lowered his eyes and saw that Gu Shiyao was definitely the most beautiful bride he had ever seen.

Everyone had bright smiles on their faces. Ming Qinghan reminded from the side: "Mu Yichen, it's not that you married Yaoyao back home, but that you married into the Ming family."

Mrs. Ming glared at Ming Qinghan fiercely. On the wedding day, he had better pay attention to what he said.

Mu Yichen is not angry. Today is the happiest day in his life. He can not care about anything.

He turned to look at him with a smile in his eyes: "Brother Ming, if you can marry Yuanyuan, even if I join the Ming family, I will be happy."

Gu Shiyao smiled slowly, and a word suddenly appeared in her mind: "Little sweetheart."

When Ming Qinghan heard Gu Shiyao say these three words, he laughed. The warlord was a little sweetheart, and I am afraid that only Gu Shiyao could say these three words.

As Ming Qing Han smiled, everyone present burst into laughter.

Mu Yichen held her hand and his eyes were extremely gentle: "The little sweetheart is also the little sweetheart of Yaoyao, so Yaoyao, I'm waiting for you to raise me."

Mu Yichen became shameless. She dared to say that there was absolutely no one in the world who could compare with him.

Gu Shiyao raised his eyes, she finally married Mu Yichen, she finally became the wife of the military governor.

Mu Yichen hugged Gu Shiyao with one force, and said with doting eyes: "Yaoyao, I love you."

At this moment, the room was so quiet that Gu Shiyao put his arms around his neck and flirted with him.

When Mrs. Ming saw it, she shouted loudly: "Come, let's have a banquet and have some wine."

……

Gu Shiyao sat on the bed. She waited for a long time and found that Mu Yichen had not returned yet.

She raised her wrist and saw a gold bracelet hanging on it. She smiled helplessly. Her watch had already been taken off and placed in a wooden box.

She walked to the dressing table, took out a watch from the box, and returned to the bed.

She looked down at her watch. Did time fly by so fast?

It's already 10:30 in the evening. Have Mu Yichen and the others not finished their drinks yet?

Gu Shiyao frowned. She would wait for Mu Yichen for another ten minutes. If Mu Yichen didn't come back, she wouldn't sit here stupidly waiting for him. She wanted to sleep.

Soon, ten minutes passed, and Gu Shiyao let out a long sigh: "Mu Yichen, why don't I drink you to death."

She kicked off her shoes and lay down on the bed.

Gu Shiyuan looked at the snow-white ceiling. She had waited too long for this day, so long that she thought it would be another three to five years before they could get married.

After arriving at Ming's house last night, she married Mu Yichen after just one night.

The corners of her mouth curled up inadvertently, and then she closed her eyes, imagining some pictures in her mind.

Suddenly, a cool kiss kissed her red lips.

Gu Shiyao opened his eyes suddenly. Mu Yichen's face turned red and he smelled of alcohol.

He leaned on the bed and said with a smile: "Yaoyao, they all bully me. One or two of them want to get me drunk. If I don't drink, they will have a wedding."

Gu Shiyao didn't believe that Mu Yichen could be drunk so easily. She asked carefully: "Aren't you the warlord? Why don't you threaten them with your identity."