Ji Nan knew, he saw it.

It was the wedding photo of Mo Shu and Yu Shao.

Although I don't know where the princess got it, it doesn't look like it's any different from the previous life, and besides that, there's a whole photo album in a drawer.

Although Ji Nan didn't know how she did it, she ...... Mo Shu brought it from the modern era.

The man in front of him was obviously shocked by the man in the frame, and he was stunned for a while.

This small frame is cleverly designed, with a boxy wooden shelf and a small pillar behind the frame to hold the frame.

The men and women in it embrace each other, not like the portraits that circulate today, but a kind of magic that almost seals a real person in it.

In the painting, there is a man and a woman, the man is handsome and the woman is beautiful, and the woman must be Mo Shu.

Dressed in a bright red robe, loosely exposing the snow-white and delicate shoulders, the delicate collarbone seems to refract a strange light, and the long white legs hook the body of the man next to him, which is simply a profligate wreckage!

Yu Siqiao was angry and shocked when he saw it.

Because, the man she shamelessly hooked up with, wearing a white moire robe, turned out to be exactly the same as him!

Yes, exactly the same.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to take the picture frame over and take a closer look, but the little thing in his arms was still asleep, and Yu Siqiao just stretched out his hand and paused.

Standing up, Yu Siqiao finally decided to put down the little thing in his arms before looking at it.

It was fine to carefully put the little honeypot on the cot without waking him up.

Yu Siqiao hugged the small sugar jar that was babbling and didn't know what he was talking about, met his big round eyes, paused, still hugged him, and turned back to the dresser.

However, before his hand touched the frame, he was snatched away first.

Yu Siqiao was startled, raised her eyes, and met Mo Shu's annoyed pretty face, she yelled angrily: "What are you doing!" ”

Yu Siqiao's heart suddenly became empty.

The first time I did such a rude thing, I was caught.

Yu Siqiao was a little embarrassed, his face was a little hot, but after a moment, he calmed down and said, "I just happened to see it." ”

Mo sneered angrily, "Coincidentally? Who allowed you in? ”

Yu Siqiao hugged the small sugar jar in his arms, and said politely: "The child is asleep, so he naturally wants to go back to the room, what if he leaves my arms and cries?" ”

Mo Shu gritted his teeth in anger, only felt that his internal organs were about to burn, and stepped forward to snatch the child back, "You get out of me!" ”

The little sugar pot was still in a daze, and when her mother yelled at her like this, her eyes turned red, and then she opened her little mouth and cried.

Yu Siqiao's eyelids jumped, facing Mo Shu's anger, but he inexplicably felt a little familiar.

Such a sense of familiarity was ethereal, like an illusion, and it made his heart ache faintly.

Yu Siqiao's throat rolled and asked, "The man in the portrait is your husband?" ”

"What do you have to do with it!" Mo Shu used his internal strength, pulled out the sword, and held the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, the sharp and slender blade aimed at his throat, as long as she exerted force, he could die in an instant.

Mo Shu stared at him coldly, and said word by word without warmth: "If you don't get out, die." ”

Yu Siqiao's heart suddenly felt like he had been stabbed by something, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't bear it anymore.

The little sugar pot seemed to be frightened, and the cry suddenly became louder.

The little honeypot that had just fallen asleep was also woken up, moved a few times, and also began to cry.

Mo Shu's eyes were hot, and he stabbed with his sword.