Chu Yu opened his lips and wanted to say something, but there was already a hang-up sound of "beep" in the microphone.

This compartment.

Zhao Qishan hung up the phone, and suddenly a sense of powerlessness hit him.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Murong Yan entered the door and changed into cotton slippers, and the servant shouted.

"Ma'am, sir is back!"

Within a few seconds, Zhao Qishan ran down the stairs with a kick.

The man had just changed into a cotton slipper, and his trench coat had not yet been removed.

"Brother Murong~!" Zhao Qishan shouted softly, threw himself into his arms, and hugged his neck.

The maid blushed and hurried to prepare the meal.

"Shan'er, let go, I have a cold on me."

Murong Yan pushed her body away and scratched her white and tender little nose, "Miss me?" ”

"Hmm!" Zhao Qishan nodded immediately, only to notice that there were still unmelted snowflakes on his shoulders.

"Is it snowing?"

Murong Yan nodded, took off his windbreaker and hung it aside, wanting to hold her little hand, but he was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he hugged her slender waist with one hand.

Zhao Qishan immediately pursed his small mouth, hugged his narrow waist regardless of it, hung on him like a koala, grabbed his big hand at the same time, put it to his lips and sighed, "Why is it so cold?" ”

Murong Yan's heart was suddenly full of emotion, she seemed to have never been so gentle with him after being married for so long.

"Little naughty!" Murong Yan pinched her nose, hugged her upstairs, and put her on the warm bed.

"Why are you so well-behaved today?"

"Because I miss you~" She replied obediently.

"Why do you miss me?" The man broke the casserole and asked to the end, and even learned her soft tone.

Zhao Qishan bit his lip, "Because I like you, that's why I miss you!" ”

Murong Yan was greatly moved in his heart, picked up her little face, looked at the ruddy little mouth, and kissed and kissed.

"Madam, the hot water has been put away." Moments later, the maid reported at the door.

"Husband, go take a shower and get rid of the cold."

"Wife, do you want to come in and wash together?"

"Shameless!" Zhao Zhenshan glanced at him, although he didn't agree, but in the end, under the man's soft grinding and hard bubbles, he still compromised and was taken off.

Washing and washing, it is natural to wipe the gun and go off.

Before Zhao Zhenshan, Murong Yan had never had any women.

Since the age of 23, he has been waiting for Zhao Jishan to guard her like a jade.

The two have only been married for three months, and it is the time of the newlywed Yan'er.

For Murong Yan, a man who has just tasted the taste of love, he knows the taste of marrow, and he has to pester her several times a day.

The fair-skinned body was firmly controlled by him in his big hands, and he posed in various obedient postures.

She is exceptionally well-behaved and supple today, and her delicate appearance is even more coveted by him, and he accused her of coming twice in the bathroom.

Two and a half hours later, Murong Yan hugged the exhausted Zhao Jishan and put him on the big bed.

She was so tormented that she had no strength, so Murong Yan asked the maid to bring the food into the bedroom.

The two of them fed each other bite by bite, and finally finished dinner.

Zhao Qishan wanted to mention the matter of Chu Yu several times, but looking at the man's doting expression, he suddenly lost his confidence.

At such a time, this matter must not be mentioned.

She even regretted that she shouldn't have promised Chu Yu.

After all, the name Chu Yu was Murong Yan's biggest taboo.

The two of them had been in the bedroom and had not gone out all afternoon.