Reborn peasant spicy daughter-in-law

Chapter 1198 Extra Story: Commemoration ⑥

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mo Zhanhao pinched her chin, slightly hooked his lips, "So unconfident in yourself?"

"But you seem to be avoiding me these days." Because of her illness, her pride, talent, beauty, self-confidence... all disappeared in one piece, and Song Wanyu was afraid that one day, her only remaining love would leave her and go.

I didn't worry about it before, but now I feel a sense of crisis.

"Then you want me to be more enthusiastic?" His pretty peach eyes were stained with a smile, and his whole face looked even more handsome.

"..." After hearing this sentence, Song Wanyu's face was as red as a boiled crab, she looked at his melting gaze, turned around and was about to hide her body under the blanket.

"Stop talking." The fluff around her ears seemed to stand on end because of his words, Song Wanyu covered her face, not daring to look directly at the other party.

Mo Zhanhao gently leaned his head in front of her, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't dare to touch you, is it because I like you so much?"

Song Wanyu murmured, her heart became entangled, and it took a long time before she whispered, "Maybe, we can try."

Hearing this, Mo Zhanhao's heart also raised, and he said after a while, "I have to be responsible for your body, it's not as easy as you think."

"..."

"Go to sleep." After the light in the room dimmed again, Mo Zhanhao grabbed her hand and pecked, "You don't have to worry about anything, I promise, I will always be yours."

"Ah."

She said she was the one to believe at the beginning, so she shouldn't question her now.

It might be because of something on her mind. Song Wanyu didn't sleep very soundly. Before dawn, she felt something was bothering her. Before she could figure out what was going on, the thing rubbed against her twice again, and she was so frightened. Shrunk for a while, then realized that it might be Mo Zhanhao's claw...

Hearing the even breathing of the people around her, her face slowly burned, and she lost any sleepiness at once.

Song Wanyu backed away a little, turned around and looked at the other person's sleeping face, her thin eyebrows frowned slightly, it was not disgusting, but she felt sorry for him, could she only satisfy herself a little in her dreams?
She stretched out her hand to caress the broken hair of the other party, feeling a dull pain in her heart.

When Mo Zhanhao was sent back, his legs were already unsteady.

The male assistant who helped him back saw the place where his boss lived for the first time, and was shocked by the atmosphere inside. After a long time, he stumbled and said, today, a group of customers have to drag our boss to drink, and they will not let us leave unless they are drunk. , Our clubhouse has collapsed several times.

It was the first time Song Wanyu saw Mo Zhanhao drunk like this, but his wine quality was not bad, he didn't make a lot of noise, Song Jiande and the others were not there, after putting him on the bed, Song Wanyu wiped his face with a towel , Let him lie down and have a good rest.

Before going to bed, Song Huizhen specially told Wanyu that the two of them should sleep in separate rooms at night.

Song Wanyu verbally agreed, but she was not at ease, and the two slept together every day, she lay on the bed and squinted her eyes for a while, feeling sleepy, and went back to Mo Zhanhao's room.

"Wan Yu."

"Wanyu..."

Song Wanyu pursed her lips and ran her fingers through his hair, "This is a dream."

"Wanyu, Wanyu..."

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When she opened her eyes again, it was already bright outside, and she murmured softly.

"Wan Yu." Mo Zhanhao felt like he was having a dream, and then he realized that he didn't seem to be dreaming——

"You?" Mo Zhanhao sat up abruptly, supported his head that was about to explode, and then looked at the cute person on the bed, his pupils constricted—tell him this is a dream!

"Don't look at me like that..." Song Wanyu turned sideways to block the scenery in front of her, and uttered a word in a slightly hoarse voice.

——She should have gone to tidy up, but he kept holding her, and there was no chance to leave.

"Am I..." Mo Zhanhao felt that he didn't need to ask any further, so he slapped himself directly on the face with a terrifyingly loud voice.

(End of this chapter)