The Seventh Bride of President

Zhuang Xiaoyu is noncommittal. She just messed up the chessboard and started over again. She holds the sunspot and Qin Wuyan holds the white son. They come and go.

Qin Wuyan's chess skills are equal to min Rui's. although he makes Zhuang Xiaoyu, Zhuang Xiaoyu can still feel a cold killing intention when he drops chess.

Life is like chess, no regrets.

Zhuang Xiaoyu accidentally committed suicide in a large area.

Qin Wuyan smiled gently, picked up the sunspot and handed it to Zhuang Xiaoyu: "this step doesn't count. Start again."

Zhuang Xiaoyu shook his head, "I lost."

He said again, "your clothes are wet, so as not to catch a cold. Go and freshen up. I'll let the nurse bring some food."

Qin Wuyan saw that she not only said a lot to herself, but also cared about herself. She was very happy in her heart: "you wait for me, I'll be fine soon."

The man strode to the ear chamber, but Zhuang Xiaoyu grabbed black and white and looked at the half closed door of the ear chamber in a daze.

The murmuring sound of running water came from the inside, and the nurse's voice interrupted her thoughts: "eldest lady, my uncle has come back, and you haven't had dinner. When is more suitable for dinner?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu thought back: "now."

After washing, Qin Wuyan came out of his ear room and happened to meet the nanny who put the meals on the table one by one.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two people was different from that in the past, the nursing mother wanted to ease the feelings between the two people and told Qin Wuyan: "this pigeon soup was cooked by the eldest lady specially for my uncle. The eldest lady said that my uncle was working hard every day.

And this venison, which the eldest lady specially asked the slave to make for my uncle. "

Qin Wuyan sat down opposite Zhuang Xiaoyu and looked up at her: "Xiaoyu knows that I will come back to have dinner with you today?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu hung her eyes and said nothing.

The nurse hurriedly said, "of course I don't know, but the eldest lady asks the slave to warm it on the stove every day, waiting for my uncle to come back and eat hot food. It's also good to eat it at night."

Qin Wuyan nodded at the nurse, "I know."

The suckling mother smiled and whispered "Hey", holding the tray out of the bedroom. Before closing the bedroom door, the suckling mother didn't forget to wink at Zhuang Xiaoyu.

Zhuang Xiaoyu felt inexplicably bad. She looked up at the person opposite. Although a charcoal basin was burned in the bedroom, the room was still warm, but at least it was late winter and early spring.

Qin Wuyan seemed not afraid of the cold. He always wore very thin clothes. He had just finished grooming. He didn't even wear his coat. His ink hair was half dry, and even the collar of Chinese clothes was half open.

Crystal drops of water trickled down his neck and wet the edge of his collar.

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at the man's rolling Adam's apple for a while until Qin Wuyan put the scooped pigeon soup in front of her.

Qin Wuyan put on a light smile on his juejun face, stroked his fingertips along his chin to the Adam's apple, and quietly said, "eat quickly and rest early after eating. You've worked hard these days."

Zhuang Xiaoyu did not move.

Qin Wuyan picked up his chopsticks and said, "shall I feed you?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu had no appetite: "I'm not hungry."

"If you're not hungry, you can eat with me." Qin Wuyan's fingers stretched out from the table, held Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers, and his fingertips drilled into her cuffs: "I don't mind feeding you mouth by mouth. When you didn't want to eat, I often coaxed you to eat."