Yun Jinghua's head rested on Zhuge Wuwei's left shoulder, the cheeks of the two were close at hand, and he could smell the faint aroma of wine and the vague body fragrance from each other's body between breaths.

Zhuge Wuwei tilted his head, touched the veil worn by Yun Jinghua, and a little strange itch on his face slid by, and then the itch spread, spreading all over his body, and directly itching into his heart.

He raised his hand and brushed the veil against his face with some hesitation, and as soon as he brushed it away, he was blown by Yun Jinghua's breath.

The warm breath brushed his fingertips, and his hand shrank as if it had been burned.

His heart trembled, and his hand went around the veil and reached for Yun Jinghua's neck, gently trying to remove the hat for her so that she could lean more comfortably.

His hands trembled when his five fingers were nimble, accidentally touching her warm and delicate skin, and at that moment, a feeling he had never felt before crossed his heart, like a flash of light splitting the unknown territory of his heart.

It's thin, it's slippery, it's soft, is that her?

He stared at his fingertips in a daze, and the fingertips that touched Yun Jinghua's skin involuntarily rubbed it, and there was still a vague touch of her skin on it.

The touch was wonderful, and he missed it, and his hand stretched out towards her cheek as if he had become conscious, and he touched it gently, and his heart was shocked.

He lingered along her cheeks to her chin, rubbing carefully, experiencing the silky touch under his fingertips, a warmth rose in his heart, and his clear eyes gradually became stained with a trace of mist color.

"Hmm......" Suddenly, the person who was sleeping unsteadily seemed to feel the harassment of the outside world, frowned unhappily, and muttered, he was awakened by the sound, and his hand retracted, and his heart was nervous like a deer crash.

He looked at the veil in a panic, lest the man suddenly wake up and catch him for his misdeeds, and sentence him to death and stay further away from him.

Fortunately, the man was silent after a sigh, and his nervous heart slowly calmed down.

His eyes flashed slightly, and his hand stretched out again, but he didn't dare to steal jade and incense again, but his eyes locked on the knotted rope, and he quickly untied the rope and took off the hat and put it on the table.

Yun Jinghua sat on the chair, leaned forward in his arms, the posture was not pleasant, she moved uncomfortably, as if she wanted to change to a more comfortable position, his eyes trembled, and after hesitation, his hands wrapped firmly around her body, gently moved her completely into his arms, sat on his lap and leaned on him.

It seems that he is finally comfortable, Yun Jinghua's slightly twisted eyebrows gradually stretched, he looked at her and looked at her indifference and only a tranquil sleeping face, the corners of her lips rose unconsciously, and something called happiness arose spontaneously in her heart.

"Squeak", the door opened, Aoba came in with a tray, when he saw the situation in the room, he couldn't help but be frightened by the door, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly open, and he gasped.

This, this, this...... Isn't his master too fast? He had already drunk people before the banquet began, and if he had come a little later, would he have heard those deceitful voices that he shouldn't have heard?

Aoba was entangled, and he didn't know whether he should quit Lu now and fulfill the unfinished good deeds of his master, or should he bring the dishes in and interrupt Zhuge Wuwei, lest tomorrow Yun Jinghua wake up and tear down the entire Prime Minister's Mansion in anger, and then kill his master.

He was about to turn around and go out, but Zhuge Wuwei had already discovered him, raised his head and whispered to him: "Prepare the carriage, put Feng Mingqin and the lotus lantern in it, let Lian Sheng send the things to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and then inform the housekeeper to clean up the room where you originally lived, and replace it with the quilt and things used by your daughter's house, as for you, let the housekeeper clean up where you want to live." ”

Aoba was even more shocked, and the hand holding the tray unconsciously exerted force.

Sky! His master is really ...... Mrs. is so admirable! This is like a man, if you like it, you will resolutely shoot!

It's just, can you be reasonable, don't kick him out of his room, Bai Mulan lives in his room, so where can he live?

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Aoba looked at his ruthless master aggrievedly, "Can you discuss, my subordinates don't want to change rooms......"

His gaze swept over the person in Zhuge Wuwei's arms, and the implication in his eyes was strong, which meant that the two of you could just live in a room and sleep in a bed, why do you sleep separately.

Zhuge Wuwei directly ignored his hints, lowered his head and stopped looking at him, and kindly reminded: "Go and make arrangements, if you don't arrange it, you can only sleep on the table in the study tonight." ”

Aoba gritted his teeth, and after scolding in his heart, "It's really ruthless", he turned around with the tray in his hand, and quickly returned to the kitchen downstairs, putting the tray in his hand on the table, and a plate of delicately arranged dishes immediately messed up.

The kitchen was full of people who had been called back to work after a holiday, and a group of people looked at him with curiosity and excitement. "How's it going? Did the master get the white girl drunk and prepare to pounce, and then you disturbed the good things and drove you out? ”

It took a long time for this group of people to have the opportunity to meet their prime minister, who was like a celestial man, and this time there was an extra woman, and their hearts that had been trying to pull all kinds of gossip for a long time were immediately active, like boiling water boiling in a pot.

Aoba swept over with a cold eye, "You guys were just kicked out!" ”

After speaking, he turned to Lian Sheng, who was still urging the guys to be busy, and said in a bad tone: "The master asked you to send Feng Mingqin and Lotus Lantern to the Prime Minister's Mansion together, and then give a message to the housekeeper, and ask him to clean up the room where I live and replace it with a boudoir where a woman lives." ”

Then he swept the people who were chopping, washing, and stir-frying, and threw down a sentence angrily: "Don't be busy, no one wants to eat, you eat what you make." ”

Everyone looked at his back and left coldly, and they all exclaimed "oh".

Gee! The master is the master, and there is no ambiguity in doing things, so quickly the raw rice is cooked and cooked, and he plans to bring people into the house and then slowly train them.

Everyone's eyes made eye contact with each other, and they were all very sympathetic to Aoba, and they were still hard-mouthed when they were kicked out, tsk, what a pitiful, even a place to live......

After an hour had passed, the street was completely silent, and there was not a single pedestrian.

Zhuge Wuwei hugged the person in his arms, took the elevator to the first floor, and let Aoba push him from the lobby and through the ambiguous eyes of everyone.

Because he was holding people, everyone had already moved the table to clear a spacious path for him, so the road was unimpeded.

Feeling that everyone was tiptoeing and stretching their necks to look at the person in his arms, he raised his right hand and covered Yun Jinghua's face with his sleeve, blocking everyone's sight.

"Alas......" everyone sighed, and secretly said in their hearts that they were really stingy and bala's master, and they didn't even let them look at it. If they don't let them see it, how do they know what their future mistress will look like? How should I say hello when I see it in the future?