When she was a melon-eating crowd, Shi Ying logged in to her account when she was on the forum, and replied under Yingliuying's post: "Look at my name." ”

The game forum is bound to the game account, and the name of the forum is the name of the game, Shi Ying closed the forum after replying, and she couldn't help but want to laugh when she thought of the appearance of Yingliu Yingying's feet.

After returning to the game, Shi Ying brought two more waves of copies, and the sky slowly darkened, she held her cheeks and suddenly whispered: "It's so cool to watch the play, I forgot to kick out of the guild alone with my ability." ”

She clicked with her small hand and clicked into the public account management page, and the system prompted: Is it mandatory to kick out and be single by ability?

The warbler chose to be.

The system prompt disappeared, and he stayed in the guild unharmed by being single with his ability.

She pursed her lips and tried again, but she still couldn't kick it out.

"What kind of loophole did he drill, complained to the game twice, and the second complaint didn't even reply, can't he solve his BUG?" Shi Ying muttered, and there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Mistress, the candlelight dinner is ready, please change your clothes and dine." The maid stood outside the door and reminded her softly.

Only then did Shi Ying come back to her senses, and her eyes slowly drew a touch of emptiness.

Saying...... Today is the day when she and Yan Muchen get their certificates, and after receiving the certificates, they are legal husband and wife, what husbands and wives should do...... They can do it all.

A certain girl swallowed her saliva and looked around the room, can she still sleep in the guest room tonight?

As the sun sets, the sky is dyed red, and the night breeze blows, and the petals and leaves of the trees are scented in the wind.

Shi Ying put on the evening dress sent by the servant, walked slowly into the garden, and saw the man among the flowers at a glance.

The man wears a simple white shirt and black suit pants that accentuate his slender legs. His back was straight, and his slightly curly hair fell down his forehead, restraining his domineering arrogance. At this time, Yan Muchen was not like the mysterious head of the Yan family who dominated the Yan family and made the imperial capital fight three times by stomping his feet, but more like a gentle gentleman, who was so charming with every gesture.

Shi Ying swallowed her saliva quietly, after all, she was still an unemployed girl, and she would inevitably feel a little uncomfortable suddenly being in the same place as her husband who had obtained the certificate.

The girl who strolled over gently pulled her long hair, and the white lace dress was held on the ground, and the occasional majestic wind blew, and the light skirt would swing a beautiful arc.

Her eyes drooped slightly, and her long eyelashes fell like a fan, casting large shadows on her small and delicate face.

Yan Muchen retracted his gaze, tidied up his cuffs slightly uncomfortably, and stepped forward to meet Shi Ying.

He thoughtfully helped her pull out the seat, and his usual cold voice carried a hint of softness, "Sit." ”

A faint word, exciting.

Shi Ying sat down, her hands on her sides obediently, a bit as restrained as a primary school student facing a teacher's inspection.

Yan Muchen sat opposite her, there were candles on the table and on the grass, and the candlelight swayed in the night, which was particularly beautiful.

The two of them sat dry, embarrassment overflowing in the air.

After a while, Yan Muchen lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Let's eat, the food is going to be cold." ”

"Okay." Shi Ying picked up the knife and fork, lowered his head and ate very seriously, there was a bottle of red wine that had just been opened on the table, the aroma of wine was wafting, but no one proposed to drink.

Chen Qiangyin, who was hiding in the grass and peeking at everything, retreated silently, scratching his heart and liver anxiously, and wanted to rush over to remind Yan Muchen.

Host, our carefully prepared candlelit dinner is not really for eating, drinking, chatting! Talk about love, talk about love, talk about the wind and snow!