"Xiao Se, call me husband." The man's voice sounded hoarse and completely mute.
It was also a kind of coaxing, coaxing Yu Se to blink her eyes, but...but she didn't scream.
Mo Jingyao waited and waited. He waited for five seconds, but he didn't hear a word of "husband" from Yu Se. He became anxious and impatient.
"Xiao Se, call..."
Then the next second, Mo Jingyao was directly interrupted by Yu Se, "What do you call me, what do I call you, Jingyao."
The word "Jingyao" was deliberately bitten very hard.
As soon as she spoke like this, Mo Jingyao understood instantly.
"Wife, call me husband."
Yu Se reached out and pinched the back of his hand, "I guess you are wise, husband."
Although this sentence was filled with gritted teeth, and the back of Mo Jingyao's hand was pinched and hurt when he heard it, this moment was a happiness he had never felt before he met Yu Se.
I am very happy and lively.
Even that pinch is beautiful.
The sound of gnashing teeth is also beautiful.
It turns out that the most beautiful thing in the world is not the gentleness and sweetness you think it is, but the fireworks in the world.
He bowed his head and kissed Yu Se's face, "I'll take care of you tonight." After kissing him, Mo Jingyao turned around and left.
The long-legged man left the apartment in a few steps and arrived at the apartment next door.
Although before he went in, he was complaining in his heart that the blessing had affected the morning of the first day of his and Yu Se Wenwen's wedding.
However, as soon as he saw the blessing, Mo Jingyao put away all his colored thoughts and quickly brought the prepared breakfast to the dining table.
After setting out the dishes, Yu Se also tidied up and returned to the apartment.
She didn't wear heavy makeup, just very light makeup, similar to a bare-faced look.
But she used the most authentic bright red lipstick.
Her skin color is fair, so she looks enchanting and picturesque under the lipstick.
It also complements the skirt she is wearing, making it very beautiful.
But in her beauty, there is a paradoxical purity.
When she sat down, Mo Jingyao could no longer take his eyes away from her.
The little wife with makeup and red lips looks like a little fairy.
It made him really want to hide her.
Hide it where no one can see it.
Especially in places where men cannot see you.
She just belongs to him.
He hasn't developed her body yet, but she is already so delicate and beautiful.
If it were really developed, I'm afraid it would be more delicate and more like a fairy.
Yu Se had already started eating breakfast.
As she ate, she realized something was wrong.
Because, she felt two burning eyes looking over her.
Subconsciously, he raised his head and met Mo Jingyao's eyes.
It turned out to be this man looking at her.
The look in her eyes made her feel a little uncomfortable, "Why don't you have breakfast?"
"...Delicious." Mo Jingyao simply omitted the first two words 'beautiful'.
Metaphorical color means beautiful and delicious food.
But in front of the blessing, he thought he should restrain himself and not say those two words.
Unexpectedly, he deliberately didn't say it, but instead aroused Zhu Xu's curiosity and asked directly, "What's good to eat?"
"Puch..." Just when Mo Jingyao was looking embarrassed, Yu Se covered her mouth and burst into laughter.
I can't help but cover it up, I'm eating something.
Fortunately, the lipstick Mo Jingyao bought for her was of very good quality and would never stain everywhere or fade due to eating.