My wife is a sword fairy

After the plane arrived at Yangcheng Airport, a car took Nalan Mancao away first, and she waved to Zhao Qingzheng with a smile.

After leaving the airport, she put her hand in her pocket, but suddenly found a note, unfolded it, and saw the strong handwriting: "I believe in love at first sight and fate described by Gu Long, do you believe it? , is fate."

Both of them forgot to leave their contact information after they got off the plane, maybe Zhao Qingzheng did it more on purpose.

After seeing this note, Nalan Mancao couldn't help but smile, took out a notebook from her backpack, and pasted the note on it.

"Miss, why are you so happy?" the driver couldn't help asking.

"Hehe, I'm happy because I'm happy." Nalan Mancao smiled.

Looking at the land he was familiar with, Zhao Qing felt much more at ease in his heart.

Walking out of the airport, a simple girl in white clothes and jeans stood there. Although she was dressed plainly and did not look flirtatious, her face was enough to describe it as a world-beating, peerless calamity... She didn't have a trace of fireworks Standing there, as if isolated from the world, independent, looking at Zhao Qingzheng who was ecstatically running towards her at this moment.

She opened her arms for the first time.

Zhao Qingzheng threw away his luggage, and immediately hugged her, with a familiar smell and feeling.

"I'm back." Zhao Qingzheng kissed her hair, tears streaming down his face.

A man does not flick his tears lightly, but Zhao Qingzheng couldn't help but want to cry at this moment.

Ming Xiyue patted his head and said with a smile, "How old are you, and you're still crying?"

Zhao Qingzheng wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "I miss you."

Ming Xiyue's face turned slightly red, and she said softly: "Let's talk about the rest when we go home. There are many people watching here."

Zhao Qing was letting go of Ming Xiyue. After two years, she still hadn't changed at all, she was still so beautiful, so classic, and so gentle.

It's just that I don't know if I take advantage of her now, will I be slapped and hung on the wall by her slap?

A Rolls-Royce Phantom parked at the gate of the airport, attracting countless eyes.

Ming Xiyue said indifferently: "This car was given to us by your Uncle Longhu. He said it was a gift and he even gave us a villa. However, I still like the place where we live together."

Zhao Qingzheng smiled and said, "Then we will stay in the original place!"

Pulling Ming Xiyue into the car, he drove this extremely eye-catching car all the way to the place where the two of them used to live together.

After stopping the car, the two went upstairs regardless of the envious eyes of everyone.

Nothing here has changed, Ming Xiyue keeps it the same as it was two years ago, as if Zhao Qingzheng only left for a day or two, not two years.

"It's still exactly the same as it was two years ago." Zhao Qingzheng couldn't help but sigh.

"I am a nostalgic person." Ming Xiyue said.

Zhao Qingzheng sat down holding Ming Xiyue's little hand, and said, "How have you been these two years?"

Ming Xiyue shook her head, and said lightly: "Haven't I lived like this for the past two years? You are leisurely and leisurely, but you are not doing well."

Zhao Qingzheng chuckled and said, "Now I have enough ability to protect Xiyue!"

Ming Xiyue said: "No one can hurt me."

Zhao Qingzheng hugged Ming Xiyue's waist, lowered his head but kissed her lips, and blocked all her remaining words.

Gently tapping Ming Xiyue's jaws, the teeth felt a little cold to the touch, after unremitting efforts, finally opened Ming Xiyue's jaws, touched the soft and slippery piece, fragrant and waxy.He sucked Ming Xiyue's tongue into his mouth and tasted it to his heart's content. At this moment, Ming Xiyue's winking eyes were hazy, so beautiful that it was indescribable. Even if Cao Zhi came back to life, he might not be able to write it down.

Naturally, he pushed Lord Sword Immortal down on the sofa, and slid his hand along the skirt of her shirt.

The ball of warm and fragrant nephrite had just been held in his hand, when Zhao Qingzheng felt a strong force coming from his chest, and it flew out instantly...

"Snapped!"

Someone Zhao hung on the wall like a painting, and it didn't come down slowly until a few seconds later, but Ming Xiyue's strikes were measured, it just made him feel pain, and didn't hurt him.

Zhao Qingzheng wailed: "Xiyue, you haven't changed at all from two years ago! You are still so violent!"

Ming Xiyue was a little proud, and hummed softly like a little girl.

Zhao Qingzheng couldn't move, until Ming Xiyue cast a spell on herself again, and said in a mournful voice: "Quickly let me get up, I won't mess around anymore."

Ming Xiyue stared at the ceiling, with her hands behind her back, hopped into the kitchen.

Seeing the innocent side of Lord Sword Immortal, Zhao Qingzheng felt that it was worth the beating.

After a while, Ming Xiyue came out with a bowl of dumplings made by herself, smelled it, and said with a smile, "Do you want to eat it?"

Zhao Qingzheng got off the plane and hadn't eaten yet, his stomach was croaking with hunger, he nodded and said, "I think so, even in my dreams I want to eat the dumplings Xiyue made for me!"

Ming Xiyue took a spoon and put a dumpling into her small mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it before saying, "Mmm...it's really delicious, but unfortunately some people just can't eat it!"

Zhao Qing was about to cry when he smelled the fragrance.

Ming Xiyue squatted down and shook the spoon in front of him, the white and tender dumpling was in the spoon, but she couldn't eat it, so she could only swallow her saliva.

Ming Xiyue smiled faintly, and stuffed it directly into his mouth, it was so hot that he wanted to spit it out, but Ming Xiyue said: "If you spit it out, you just lie like this for a day, and then I won't feed you."

Therefore, Zhao Qingzheng had no choice but to swallow in pain.

Ming Xiyue put down the bowl, patted him lightly, and he stood up immediately.

Taking the dumplings that Ming Xiyue made for herself, I devoured them. Thinking that Ming Xiyue ate the dumplings with this spoon just now, I couldn't help but eat them more deliciously. Hurrah, twenty dumplings were eaten by him in a few minutes clean.Ming Xiyue, on the other hand, watched him finish eating with a smile on her face, then rubbed her stomach before she went forward to take away the empty bowl and went to the kitchen to wash it up.

Zhao Qingzheng patted the horse and said: "The food Xiyue cooks is still so delicious!"

Ming Xiyue said lightly: "You don't need to praise me, I understand my own level."

"Uh...cough!" Zhao Qingzheng coughed, "Although it's common, it's not unpalatable."

"Ah? Is it really so ordinary?" Ming Xiyue asked in surprise.

Zhao Qingzheng immediately understood that Ming Xiyue's previous words were just deceiving him, and sure enough, Lord Sword Immortal turned his face in the next second.

"I made it for you with good intentions, but you still say such sarcastic words! Lie down for me!" As he said, he flicked his sleeves, Zhao Qingzheng felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing against his face, and he didn't even think about dodging. Unexpectedly, Master Jianxian turned his face so quickly, so he immediately lay down on the ground again.

Ming Xiyue snorted and said, "Lie down for an afternoon!"

As he said that, he kicked off his slippers, sat on the sofa with his knees hugged and watched TV.

And Zhao Qingzheng was looking at Lord Sword Immortal's cute little feet, while thinking that Lord Sword Immortal is really violent!

"Although I was cleaned up just after I got home, why do I feel so comfortable in my heart? Do I have s/m tendencies?" Think about Mr. Jianxian wearing high heels and leather clothes, holding a whip, and tying himself up. Looking at the bedside, Zhao Qingzheng shuddered and shook the thought out of his head. He hadn't forgotten that Master Sword Immortal can read minds. If he let her know what he cares about, he might have to suffer again.

Lord Jianxian showed kindness after watching TV all afternoon and got Zhao Qingzheng to get up from the ground.

The two went to buy vegetables and made a big dinner.

When it was time to go to bed, Zhao Qing was sleeping with Lord Sword Immortal's tender body in his arms. He didn't have any charming thoughts in his heart, but just enjoyed it quietly. This was the quietness and sweetness he had bid farewell to for two years.