Gong Yueyue said, picking up the spoon and stirring it gently, as if she really planned to feed him. Zhao Changyuan's face darkened, he reached out and took the tea bowl and put it aside, and said in a cold voice: "Second Miss came here today, what is the reason?"
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"What do you mean?" Gong Yueyue looked at him and smiled, as if there was light in her eyes, "Your Highness, you promised Yueyue earlier that you would accompany Yueyue in front of flowers and under the moon, drinking wine and composing poems, but now even though some time has passed
, but you have to admit it!"
Zhao Changyuan's eyebrows skipped a beat, knowing that this woman was telling lies again, but he had no choice but to speak: "When did I promise you? Why don't I remember?"
"That must be your Highness's fault. It's not the first time." Gong Yueyue turned her head, with some resentment between her brows.
"Isn't this the first time?" Zhao Changyuan frowned and looked at Gong Yueyue.
Gong Yueyue flattened her mouth: "At that time in the bamboo forest in the western suburbs, Yueyue promised that I would always be by your side, but you, after receiving Yueyue's promise, now you have to let go and leave."
"We businessmen value profits as well as our promises. Since Yue Yue has promised you, he will never break his promise. If you haven't forgotten, His Highness deliberately asked Yue Yue to make that promise? Your Highness, you are so cruel, you actually asked Yue to make that promise.
Yue will waste my whole life on you!"
Recalling the situation in the bamboo forest in the western suburbs, Zhao Changyuan felt a little sad. At that time, he was very proud because his long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, and he also did some things that were too impatient. Now he is restrained by his frivolous behavior.
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Recalling the situation that day, Gong Yueyue was secretly annoyed in her heart. At that time, she was really dazzled by love and lost her mind. She only said some love words to him, but forgot that she should also ask him to say some words to her.
Commitment is.
Even though I know that these verbal promises are innumerable, and many words are only said by people in the heat of the moment, however, as long as this happens, I will have more confidence to settle old accounts in the future, and not be like myself.
Now we have to push and push to find out the reason!
Gong Yueyue's eyes were always chasing Zhao Changyuan's eyes, not allowing him to dodge in the slightest. Zhao Changyuan was a little annoyed in his heart. At this time, he didn't admit it, and he didn't admit it. He was really in a dilemma.
Gong Yueyue smiled and pushed the jade bowl towards him: "Your Highness, I'd better fill my stomach first. It's not yet the best time for the moonlight, so I'm not in a hurry. What do you think?"
Zhao Changyuan was speechless by her words, so he had no choice but to pick up the jade bowl under her burning gaze.
"How is it? But...is it still palatable?" Gong Yueyue bit her lip and asked cautiously.
Zhao Changyuan originally wanted to say it was okay, but as soon as the words came to his lips, he changed his words: "No progress at all."
Her cooking skills are actually good, but they are still the same as before, and they haven't improved for a long time. Come to think of it, people like Gong Yueyue can't cook a few times a year, so she's lucky that her cooking skills haven't deteriorated.
Can't ask for anything more.
After watching Zhao Changyuan finish eating, Gong Yueyue finally showed a smile and happily put the jade bowl and spoon back into the dining room. Then she sat aside and watched Zhao Changyuan continue to deal with things until the faint sound of insects could be heard outside.
Gong Yueyue slowly walked to the opposite side of Zhao Changyuan.
When Zhao Changyuan looked up, he saw a furry little head lying on the opposite side of the table, blinking at him with a pair of big eyes and smiling: "Junfeng, the moonlight outside is so beautiful, how about you and I go for a walk?"
Gong Yueyue walked around the desk and walked to Zhao Changyuan: "You just promised me, a man, you can't keep your word without keeping your promise!"
As Gong Yueyue spoke, she stretched out her hand to grab Zhao Changyuan's sleeve. Zhao Changyuan frowned and took the sleeve out of her hand: "Although you have not learned the rules of the Central Plains since you were a child, you should know the difference between men and women, and talk about it when you have something to say.
, don’t always use your hands and feet.”
Gong Yueyue secretly curled her lips, disapproving of it. She cursed the hypocrite in her heart, but still responded with a smile on her face: "Your Highness, what you said is that Yueyue must pay attention to it in the future, but now, whether Your Highness
Should you fulfill your promise first? After all, keeping your promise is something that the Central Plains people highly respect."
Zhao Changyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but did not refute after all. Gong Yueyue, this woman, should never quarrel with her, because there is no way to fight.
Zhao Changyuan glanced at her helplessly, but he didn't know how much doting was contained in his look. Gong Yueyue's face felt a little hot when he looked at her. However, at this time, Zhao Changyuan happened to turn around and was about to get his robe.
Didn't notice all this.
Zhao Changyuan put on his robe by himself, turned around, and happened to see Gong Yueyue who was less than one step away from him. Seeing that her clothes were thin, he frowned and took the cloak off the shelf next to him, and reached out to give it to her.
She tied it, but suddenly thought of something again, and her hands froze in place.
Zhao Changyuan realized it and wanted to take his hand back. However, Gong Yueyue couldn't do what he wanted. He grabbed the cloak in his hand and looked at Zhao Changyuan with a smile: "Thank you, Your Highness."
Zhao Changyuan frowned and said nothing. He just turned his head to the side, feeling a little embarrassed.
Gong Yueyue put the hooded cloak on her shoulders, but she couldn't fasten the buckle in front of it anyway. She couldn't help but turn to Zhao Changyuan for help: "Your Highness, this buckle..."
At this time, Zhao Changyuan's brows were squeezed together tightly, with a helpless look on his brows. For the first time, he felt that this woman Gong Yueyue was really stupid.
Still frowning, Zhao Changyuan reached out and took the cloak from Gong Yueyue's hand. He naturally arranged it for her and then tied the belt. Zhao Changyuan lowered his head and did not notice the conspiratorial smile on Gong Yueyue's lips.
When fastening the buttons, Zhao Changyuan's slightly cold hands inevitably scratched Gong Yueyue's neck and cheeks, which made Zhao Changyuan slightly embarrassed and made him feel even more unnatural.
Gong Yueyue turned her face slightly, raising her head slightly to make it easier for him to fasten the belt, and her red lips lingered in front of his eyes. There was a big height difference between the two of them. Her posture was as if she was looking at someone she had admired for a long time, piously.
Rumu's expression moved people's hearts.
After finally fastening the belt, Zhao Changyuan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, but he was laughing at himself in his heart. Gong Yueyue was just a delicate and weak daughter, not a savage beast, but she had frightened him, who was usually calm, into this.
Just as he was about to raise his head, a soft body fell into his arms. Then, the familiar but unfamiliar lips kissed his lips, and they boldly left him slightly, and then kissed him again.
The warm and fragrant nephrite was in his arms, and the soft and sweet lips were still close to his lips one moment, but they had left her the next moment. Zhao Changyuan subconsciously moved forward, trying to stop the sweet departure, and at the same time he hooked his hand on hers.
Waist, lips chasing forward, and fitting with the lips that came up again.
Zhao Changyuan was suddenly startled, and suddenly realized what he was doing, and quickly pushed Gong Yueyue away.
"You..." Gong Yueyue bit her lip. She finally took the initiative, but was rejected in this way. Naturally, there was a bit of grievance in her tone, as if she had been bullied, but her voice was a little sweet and sticky.
It’s almost boring: “Your Highness, my feet are sore and I don’t want to leave.” (To be continued)