You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 357
Ying Yu took the sobering tea in Zhuyun's hand, and was about to turn around, when Zhuyun handed over something, "Master, this room is never hot on weekdays, we have nothing to do, but the third girl is delicate, and my subordinates give it to the third girl." It’s good to warm your hands after pouring a pot of soup.”

Ying Yu took it, warmed it in his hands, nodded in satisfaction, and joked, "You can do it, boy! You will also be a loving wife in the future!"

Zhuyun scratched his head, and retreated to the door with some embarrassment: "Sir, stop teasing your subordinates, the spring night is short, and your subordinates will not waste your time here!"

Seeing my grandfather's ears were red, he was about to raise his legs to kick over, Zhuyun dodged and jumped far away, closed the door and ran away.

Ying Yu shook his head with a smile, and carefully came to Wen Qing'er with the bowl in his hand, first put the bowl in his hand on the small table before the collapse, and stuffed Pozi Tang in his hand into Wen Qing'er's cold feet.

Carefully tucking the corners of the quilt, only Wen Qing'er's sleeping face was exposed.

Fearing that Wen Qing'er would choke on the sober tea while lying down, Ying Yu deliberately put a few extra pillows on the back of Wen Qing'er's head, and then fed Wen Qing'er spoonful by spoonful.

Perhaps the sobering tea tasted bad, and she hadn't drunk half of it yet, so Wen Qing'er gritted her teeth and refused to take another sip.

Fortunately, Wen Qing'er was very obedient when she was drunk, and she could do whatever she was asked to do, even if she fell asleep right now, she could still listen to her.

Ying Yu coaxed Wen Qing'er softly, and Wen Qing'er obediently used a spoonful to coax Wen Qing'er. A bowl of sober tea would make Ying Yu's head sweat from exhaustion.

Seeing that Wen Qing'er was sleeping soundly, Ying Yu quietly went outside to drink a pot of herbal tea to relieve the heat from her body.

Ying Yu didn't have time to rest, so she tiptoed to the kitchen to fetch a basin of warm water, and carefully cleaned Wen Qing'er's hands and face.

His Qingqing loves cleanliness so much, so she can't make people feel wronged if she enters his yard for the first time today.

Although Ying Yu didn't pay much attention to daily necessities, but after all, he was the Marquis of Yongwei Hou Mansion. He had never served others like this since he was a child, not even his younger sister Ah Si.

But Ying Yu didn't have the slightest reluctance in his heart, and even overflowed with a deep sense of satisfaction in his heart, he was willing to take care of Qingqing for the rest of his life.

Everything was tidied up, Ying Yu didn't feel sleepy at all, sitting on the edge of the couch, looking at Wen Qing'er who was asleep through the snow light outside the window.

Snow light came in through the panes, casting a layer of soft light on Wen Qing'er's side face, her thick eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, and her small face was also glowing red from the heat in the room.

With her mouth slightly open, the intoxicating aroma of wine was faintly exuded. Ying Yu looked down at her beloved on the couch, never knowing that her drinking capacity had become so light.

He only drank a glass of wine, and he was as drunk as Qingqing, everyone was drunk if he was not drunk, and he was talking about the current situation.

Ying Yu lightly touched the wound on his lower lip, the bleeding tooth marks had scabbed long ago, Ying Yu felt a little disappointed in his heart, the wound will heal within four or five days at most.

No matter if it was an injury or what, as long as it was given to him by Qingqing, he would be happy with it, but he didn't know if Qingqing would remember her own bold actions when she woke up.

Aside from other things, the snow scene tonight and the dance tonight are the most memorable for a lifetime.

Ying Yu just leaned against the head of the bed, looking at Wen Qing'er silently smiling through the snow light, the soft corners of Qingqing's mouth, Qingqing's startled dance, Qingqing's blurred drunkenness, he loves all of these in the bone.

(End of this chapter)