The Seventh Bride of President

When the carriage was about to arrive at the young commander's mansion, Mo Lingyuan suddenly thought of something and warned in a low voice: "don't do that again in the future. What kind of system is it?"

Chu Yunyao: "it was an emergency. I was just trying to save people."

"I'm here. You don't have to help me." Mo Lingyuan didn't reply well.

Chu Yunyao didn't bother to pay attention to him, so she adjusted a comfortable posture and sat down, leaning against the car wall.

The wheels of the carriage suddenly fell into a deep pit. Chu Yunyao was unprepared and weightless. She rushed straight to the opposite side.

Mo Lingyuan instinctively reaches out his hand and catches her...

the guard rings out of the curtain with an apologetic voice: "young commander, madam, the wheel is stuck in the pit and can't get out. I'll go down and have a look."

There was no answer in the car.

"All right." The guard pushed the carriage out of the pit and drove on again.

Chu Yunyao quickly pushed away Mo Lingyuan, quickly returned to his position, light mouth: "sorry, I didn't mean to."

Under the shade of night, the light on the street occasionally penetrated through the blowing curtain.

Chu Yunyao tied up her loose handkerchief again, turned her face to one side and closed her eyes.

His rigid body was still a little tight, coughing a few times to cover the hoarseness in his voice, "it doesn't matter."

After all, he's not another man. He's her husband.

The woman in front of her seemed as if nothing had happened, with her elbow on the window, her chin in her palm and her eyes closed.

He thought, maybe she is too shy to look at him.

Ink Ling Yuan eye color flickers, slightly hook the lips.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the young commander's mansion. The guard lifted the curtain and reached out to help Chu Yunyao get off.

Mo Lingyuan pulls people behind him and gets out of the carriage first.

Turning around, he wanted to extend his hand to Chu Yunyao, but Chu Yunyao jumped down from the carriage and walked past him calmly.

Clear eyes, no wave expression, where a little shy look.

Mo Lingyuan's joy suddenly disappeared, and he could not help catching up with her and holding her wrist.

"Anything else?" Chu Yunyao raised her head and looked at him with clear and pure eyes. She was puzzled.

Mo Lingyuan first tasted what it was like to hold back.

He licked his thin lip with the tip of his tongue and reminded, "if you have any thoughts in your mind, just say them..."

"no thoughts." Chu Yunyao's voice was smooth and calm: "I won't take it to heart. It's no big deal."

Chu Yunyao shook off his hand and swaggered to Wangyue Pavilion.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw that my wooden box of gold ingots had been thrown to my feet