Zhuxuan touched Yucheng's face frivolously. In the endless haze, she seemed to keenly catch the traces of Yucheng's nervousness, so she immediately raised her head from the pillow, guarding Yucheng's ears with bright eyes and blew softly. The fragrant wind stirred, and Yucheng's face accidentally showed a little flaw. The desire it revealed was immediately noticed by Zhuxuan. This time Zhuxuan turned over and stroked Yucheng's nose and chin with interest. Seeing that Yucheng was still indifferent, she pulled Yucheng's arm and shook it like a child.
"Joohyun."
Yucheng fluttered his eyelids slightly, and Zhuxuan immediately wrapped his arms around Yucheng's neck with great tenderness, and breathed like a blue.
"Joohyun, I'm really tired today and I don't want to move at all."
Zhuxuan, who tried her best, was undoubtedly ugly in Yucheng's eyes. In anger, she directly picked up the paintbrush and painted big holes and small eyes on Yucheng's face, then took out the pillow and slapped him over hard. on the ground.
"Zhuxuan, what's wrong with you?!" Yucheng blinked his sleepy eyes and staggered back to Zhuxuan, his voice full of sleepiness.
"You still have the nerve to ask me what's wrong? Zheng Yucheng, why have you always ignored my existence recently! I was very unhappy last night, and you dared to play mysterious under the guise of throwing away garbage. My dear! Are you going too far?"
Just when Zhuxuan frowned in disgust, Yucheng directly locked Zhuxuan's throat with a passionate kiss. Zhuxuan suddenly didn't know how to continue the fuss, so he had to seal his mouth tightly and tilted his head with a righteous face. Looking at the dark wall.
"Honey, didn't you say that women are most afraid of being angry, and their skin will wrinkle when they open their eyes. It was my fault yesterday, but I also had a reason that I couldn't tell you, so I sneaked out."
If he had been in front of Li Chengmei, Yucheng would have stared wide-eyed and fired randomly like a machine gun. But looking at Zhuxuan's angry yet shy face, Yucheng became paler and more undignified than ever.
"Then tell me what reason makes you forget me!"
Zhuxuan pouted passionately at Yucheng, completely ignoring that any expression she made would cause him to be extremely confused.
"Well, how about we go to Mingtan Cave this weekend? Mom misses us so much, and her voice sounds bad." Yucheng said something interesting, with a small twinkle in his eyes. move.
"It depends on the situation." Zhuxuan reluctantly replied, and there was no sign of the same feeling on her face.
"Zhuxuan, my mother will only call me when she is most vulnerable. I guess she may be sick. Please, come with me, okay?" Yucheng was afraid that his hope would be extinguished. , he immediately grabbed Zhuxuan's hand without any explanation and struggled to hold her in his palm.
Zhuxuan glanced at Yucheng indifferently, and Yucheng let go of her knowingly. Zhuxuan immediately stood up and brushed the silk pajamas he was wearing with a look of disgust.
"It's not that I don't want to be accommodating, it's just that your home in Cheongdam-dong is too crowded and too dirty. Whether it's bathing or eating, it makes me feel very uncomfortable. If I remember correctly, your home should only have one bathroom. , do you know that I have mysophobia. Growing up, I have never shared the same bathroom with my biological parents! If any servant dares to use my bathroom without authorization, my father will immediately call the decoration company to smash it. I dropped it! Also, just for the engagement dinner, I have really sacrificed too much for you."
The already tense bedroom now looks even more murderous, and the air has also transitioned to a white-hot stage.
"Moreover, I made an appointment with my mother on the phone yesterday to have dinner at our house this weekend. I also emphasized that you would thank your father in person. Husband, even if it is for your friend Zhou Mingyao, you should not do this. Forget it, do you want to be stigmatized in dad’s mind by burning bridges?!”
Time flows silently. It seemed that there were only two people, Zhuxuan and Yucheng, in the empty Song family villa. Yucheng stared at Zhuxuan's back extremely lonely, while Zhuxuan Jinlian moved slightly to the window, looking at the barren and thin buildings one after another. She looked down at the lonely vehicle speeding past in front of her, leaving not even a trace of her peripheral vision for her husband Yucheng.
"Since, since we are not free this weekend, can we think about next weekend? Zhuxuan, just give me three hours." The two-meter distance is steeper than the sloping uphill road, Yucheng Looking sideways at her, she quietly took a deep breath, and finally carefully broke the awkward silence.
"You've been really forgetful lately. Next weekend happens to be the day when classes start. Are you going to your in-laws' house? I definitely can't do it."
Zhuhyun's face was so cold that it could turn a person into an ice cube.
"Classes are starting. What classes are they starting? I seem to have never heard you mention it."
Zhuxuan swallowed, waiting for Yucheng to give some earth-shattering reasons again.
"Zhuxuan!" Yucheng continued to whisper, even begging feebly.
"It's a fitness class. I'm going to the gym. I've been here like this for so many years. Yucheng, why do you have to pretend not to know with me today?"
Yucheng bulged his mouth and made a gurgling sound in his throat. Zhu Hyun looked at him with a fierce expression and said nothing.
"I understand, let's decide later."
The relationship between family members that had always puzzled Yucheng finally surfaced. After all, even if he couldn't regard his mother-in-law as his mother, Zhu Hyun wouldn't hate her so much.
The bathroom door opened, and Zhuhyun appeared at the door wearing another smooth and beautiful silk pajamas. Yucheng, who was lying on the bed, quickly turned over and let out a long sigh of melancholy facing the dark wall, but when he thought about what was going to happen in the near future, his heart felt heavy again.
"Although the winter sun is lazy, it still has a scene at eight-thirty. How could this unsatisfactory moonlight be swallowed up by a mansion that looks like a haunted house..."
The sky was turning white, and Yu Cheng was already standing in front of the mirror, neatly dressed, staring blankly at his face after staying up all night, especially his eyes that were now swollen to the size of fish bubbles.
