The Seventh Bride of President

Qin Wuyan leaned over and put his forehead against her forehead. He was soaked in the cold in the wind and snow. The tip of his nose rubbed against the tip of her nose: "I know you're not asleep. Open your eyes and look at me."

Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't fit anymore and had to open her eyes.

The man's handsome face is close at hand, and the tip of his nose and forehead are cold. Even the good-looking face seems to be cold.

"I'm sorry." Qin Wuyan didn't know how to explain: "I should have come back earlier. Something happened temporarily. I didn't expect it to be delayed until now."

Zhuang Xiaoyu bit her lip: "then why didn't someone tell me? If I had known you wouldn't come back so soon, I wouldn't have waited for you to arrive at this time."

There was a trace of grievance in her voice. It was clear that you invited me to stay with you. It was clear that you wanted me to stay with you. As a result, it was me who abided by everything, but you disappeared.

Qin Wuyan didn't know how to answer: "I didn't know it would be delayed so late. It's my fault."

"What happened?" Zhuang Xiaoyu asked curiously, "is it very important?"

Qin Wuyan: "... It's important."

Qin Wuyan hesitated and didn't know how to answer.

He straightened up, took off his outer shirt and changed the topic: "the snow outside is getting heavier and heavier. The ground is covered with snow. The horse runs fairly fast, but it's still late.

Why don't I go out with you to set off fireworks now? "

Zhuang Xiaoyu has lost interest: "no, it's past Zishi. I've seen it for a long time. All the fireworks in the house have been released."

Qin Wuyan: "

Qin Wuyan threw his outer shirt on the rattan chair at the head of the bed, opened the quilt, lay on Zhuang Xiaoyu's side and hugged her: "Xiaoyu, if you are angry, lose your temper with me. Don't hold it in your heart."

Hearing this, Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know why. He just felt that the tip of his nose was sour and his eyes, which were dry and painful, were suddenly wet.

She wanted to turn around, "it's late. Go to bed. Tomorrow's new year's day, get up early and welcome guests."

Although it was expected that the priest's house would not be as lively as in the past, Qin Wuyan now lives in the priest's house, and there will be aristocratic families to visit him.

Qin Wuyan took her waist and wouldn't let her turn around, facing her back to herself. His fingers pinched her chin and forced her to look at herself: "there is a housekeeper in the house. You just have a good rest tomorrow. I'll deal with the things in the front yard. You don't have to show up."

In the past, Zhuang Xiaoyu never cared about similar things, and Zhuang huaisen never asked his daughter to do these things to face those ill intentioned people.

Qin Wuyan knew that Zhuang Xiaoyu was not good at dealing with those scheming people, so he couldn't bear to let her lie with those people and accompany them with a smiling face.

If Zhuang huaisen can give it to her, he can give it to her. If Zhuang huaisen can't give it to her, he can give it to her.

Qin Wuyan tightly hugged the person in his arms: "Xiaoyu, what did you look like in the past and what you can look like now? You don't have to worry about what you have or don't have. Just follow your own heart."

Zhuang Xiaoyu closed his eyes, "ah Yan, I'm tired. Go to bed early."

During this time, she was exhausted. No matter where she went, she couldn't conform to her heart.

Everything that used to be can't go back long ago.

Qin Wuyan listened to her sigh like tone, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in the bottom of his heart. He was once a bright and arrogant young lady. Overnight, he was worried. He no longer smiled brightly and happily, and he didn't take it for granted