0°C lingering: Mr. Leng's new wife at midnight

As soon as Lan Yanshu came out of the bathroom, he saw his newlywed wife frowning in front of the dressing table, and immediately walked over to ask with concern. "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

His sudden approaching face made her heart skip a beat, her cheeks flushed suddenly, and she replied in panic: "No, no, I'm not uncomfortable."

He was silent for a while, and reached out to caress her slightly furrowed brows. He could probably guess why she was in a daze, but he deliberately didn't specify: "I'm sorry...for letting you face so many trivial matters alone."

"No, I'm not really helping."

In fact, the elders were worrying about this wedding, she didn't do anything, all she had to do was wait obediently to put on her wedding dress. [

He smiled, took the bottle from her hand and put it on the dressing table, stroked her flushed cheeks, bent down and kissed her gently on her lips, "You are tired after a day of tossing, rest early .”

"Blue" she suddenly reached out to hold his hand, and called him Mr. habitually, but suddenly remembered his insistence in the hospital that day, and changed her words. "Yan Shu..."

"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows and covered hers with his backhand.

She hesitated for a while before speaking. "Today was originally your wedding with Wenxia..."

He looked directly at her, there was a long silence, and then he asked her, "Do you think Wen Xia and I will get married?"

After finishing speaking, he let go of her hand, threw himself directly on the bed, and pulled the quilt over his head.