"Your Majesty..." Xiao Mo looked around at the senior officials and ministers hesitantly, and decided to say in Chinese: "Her Majesty the Queen said... said... there are three missing ones in the mahjong game, so you can go over."
The corners of Qiu Shangmo's eyes twitched a few times unconsciously. No wonder, Yan Luo likes to ask this gruff little Mo to do everything. There are benefits to being grumpy. For example, in front of so many ministers, she at least is gruff.
Chirping and saying these words in Chinese
"Cough cough cough..." Joey, who was standing aside and could understand Chinese, pretended to cough a few times.
In fact, this is not the first time. Sometimes when there is a shortage of people for any activity, the queen will ask someone to come and send a message. Basically, the queen will not call the king specially when there is nothing, but only when there is a shortage of people to play games, she will send a message.
Qiu Shangmo also coughed a few times in front of everyone, pretending to be in a hurry and stood up: "That's it for today. The queen has something urgent to do, so excuse me!"
Everyone was very understanding. After all, they all saw that the queen was very important to the king, so they all stood up and watched the king leave.
"Joy, is the queen feeling unwell?" someone asked with concern.
"Cough cough cough... I'm infected with the cold," Joey lied.
"Ah! Then we must tell the queen on our behalf and ask her to take care of herself!"
"Cough cough cough...I will do it"
"Joy, do you have a cold too?"
Joey couldn't stay any longer, because looking at the concerned eyes on the queen, he was really creepy: "You'll be fine soon, excuse me!"
When Qiu Shangmo passed by, Yan Luo was no longer playing mahjong, but was lying on the sofa boredly watching TV. Qiu Shangmo walked over and naturally sat next to her and hugged her: "Why don't you play mahjong anymore?"
"Playing mahjong every day, I almost become a mahjong" Yan Luo was a little angry
"Oh, who is it that makes our little Luoluo angry?"
Yan Luo glared at him sideways: "Of course it's you!"
Qiu Shangmo was wronged: "How could it be me!"
"If not you, who else! Why do you always let me stay here! Mo, I want to go out and see the outside world!"
"There are too many bad people out there. You are the queen, and many people are trying to figure you out."
"You say that every time! Then don't let others know that I am the queen! Mo! I am not a child!"
"But you are different, you don't remember anything."
"So I should go out for a walk! Maybe I will remember! Mo, please let me out!" Yan Luo hooked Qiu Shangmo's neck and acted coquettishly, and put her head in his arms and rubbed her again and again.
In the past, Yan Luo would not act coquettishly, let alone that soft cheek in front of him that would brush his chest unintentionally every time, which made Qiu Shang Mo distraught.
He suddenly held her face and kissed her hard. Yan Luo was startled for a moment, and then quickly kissed her back. As the two of them talked and talked, their clothes were torn to pieces by each other.
Qiu Shangmo grabbed her soft body and rubbed it gently. Yan Luo groaned subconsciously, holding Qiu Shangmo's golden hair tightly with both hands, making his neat hair messy.
His palm slowly moved down, and wherever his fingers touched, Yan Luo felt comfortable and bowed up. But when his hand stayed on her most private place, something suddenly flashed in Yan Luo's mind.
The scene made her freeze all over, and then she pushed Qiu Shangmo away.
Qiu Shangmo was startled, the lust in his eyes had not receded, but when he saw Yan Luo suddenly pushing him away, he had to smile bitterly in his heart. He knew that Yan Luo actually wanted to accept him, but her hand was
I pushed him away disobediently. Even though I didn’t remember anything, I was still resisting subconsciously.
In the past two years, Yan Luo has been trying to convince herself every time, but every time, she can't do it. Even if he forces himself now, Yan Luo will actually accept it, because now she subconsciously regards him as her husband.
It is perfectly reasonable for a husband to ask his wife to do those things
It's just that he can't. Once Yan Luo thinks of something, she will hate him for the rest of her life. Paper can't contain the fire after all. He is so careful not to let the outside world see her appearance or let her have contact with the outside world. He just doesn't want her to think of anything.
Things, such a painful past, what to do when you think about it!
It's enough for him to pamper her and love her alone
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Seeing Qiu Shangmo's hurt expression, Yan Luo apologized guiltily
Qiu Shangmo looked at Yan Luo but said nothing
"I, I don't know why... everything was fine in the beginning... How about I go see a doctor and see if... I'm not good at that?" Yan Luo said weakly.
Qiu Shangmo couldn't help but laugh out loud. Yan Luo was really cute now, and he fell in love with her more and more.
"Our little Luoluo is not sick, we are just not used to it yet." Qiu Shangmo put on her clothes and looked at her fondly: "So if you want to go out to play, where do you want to go?"
Knowing that he could go out, Yan Luo happily said, "Can China do it?"
The hand that was putting on clothes paused: "Why do you want to go there all of a sudden?"
"Xiao Mo said, that's my hometown, and it's very beautiful there. Shouldn't I go and see my hometown? Maybe I can remember the past!"
Qiu Shangmo's heart skipped a beat: "Isn't it good to be with me?"
"Okay! Of course! So let's go back together! Look, there are so many beautiful places in China, and there are so many fun places! Let's go play, okay?" Yan Luo didn't know where to take out a book.
I excitedly turned over this China travel guide to Qiu Shangmo.
This guidebook was obviously very old, and some of the colorful pictures had faded. Qiu Shangmo watched Yan Luo excitedly flipping through the pages for him, as if he knew which attractions were on which pages, and felt a little confused.
Can't bear it
Tucking a strand of hair hanging around her ear back, Qiu Shangmo asked, "How many times have you read this book?"
"I don't know! I watched it a year ago!" Yan Luo replied as he turned around.
Qiu Shangmo was as tender as water: "Really want to see it that much? Why didn't you say it before?"
"You got angry when I said it, so why don't you mention it?" Yan Luo pouted.
Yes, how could he forget? At that time, he was most afraid of her mentioning these things. She would give her anything she wanted, but she did not dare to take her out or to China.
But there are some things they have to face after all. He and Yan Luo can't always be like this. What he needs now is to get Yan Luo's recognition. Even if she thinks about it, she can still miss the time they spent together in the past two years.
But what if she remembers it? What choice will she make? Does she really still miss those two men who almost teamed up to almost kill her?
"You can go, but you have to promise me a few things."