Love Marriage First: Young Master Li, your wife ran away again

But in just a few months, when she sat in this car for the second time, they were already holding hands and they were a couple.
It's a pity that in this world, there are chances and chances, and the fate between people is mysterious and unspeakable. A difference in a choice, or miss it from now on, or get acquainted with each other.
In the car, Su Yihuan asked: "Didn't you talk about holding a seminar? Why did you go to Anji again?"
Shi Mosheng held her hand: "The seminar is tomorrow, let's revisit the old place today."
Su Yihuan didn't get enough sleep in the first place, and she was so sleepy after taking the plane and car, so she fell asleep leaning on Shi Mosheng's shoulder.
Although he was on the road, he slept very peacefully. When he woke up in a daze, it was already dark, and he took off his shoes at some point, and he was lying on Shi Mosheng's lap, no wonder he slept like this stable.
Feeling that his hand was caressing her hair, once and for all, the movement was gentle, Su Yi moved happily, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.
Feeling that the person in her arms woke up, Shi Mosheng poked her cheek with the back of her hand, and reached out to take the coat that was put on the co-pilot: "Is it hot from sleep?"
The air conditioner in the car was turned on warmly, Su Yihuan's sleeping cheeks were puffy, as if she had smeared blush on her face, and there was still a trace of confusion in her eyes that had just woken up. When she smiled, there was an inadvertent charm.
When I got out of the car, I was looking for shoes, but was picked up by Shi Mosheng who got out of the car first: "Let's go."
She was suddenly exposed to the spring evening wind from the warm car, and she couldn't help shrinking into his arms. Feeling the steady and strong heartbeat in his chest, she felt extremely at ease, so she stretched her arms around his neck, After adjusting a comfortable posture, she closed her eyes again, and Shi Mosheng carried her up the steps to open the door.
This time, he fell asleep for another half an hour, and woke up leisurely again, awakened by the moist tea fragrance on the tip of his nose.
Opening his eyes, he saw Shi Mo Sheng opening a takeaway box.
"are you hungry?"
Seeing her wake up like a kitten, Shi Mosheng handed her a pair of chopsticks.
A few light dishes, the two of them had dinner, Shi Mo Sheng started to make tea, he did not pay attention to the rigorous steps of making tea like Gu Changning, he just brewed it simply.
The clear yellow tea soup was poured into the justice cup, and a cup was given to Su Yihuan.
Su Yihuan held the cup with her fingertips, looked around carefully,
The last time I stepped into this house, it hadn't been renovated yet, and it was empty, but now, it has completely changed. The decoration is Chinese style, simple and elegant, similar to her tutor's house.
When decorating and designing the villa, the designer tried his best to simplify the complexity and absorbed the essence of Chinese gardens. Every angle looks like a scene of its own.
The short steps they were sitting on were facing one side of the window, and through the gaps in the carvings, one could vaguely see a few peach blossoms blooming comfortably in the garden outside the window.
Su Yihuan didn't drink any water this afternoon, and she just had a meal, she was thirsty at the moment, she drank one cup of tea, and then another cup, two cups were not enough, she just wanted to drink enough with a sea bowl.
She put down the teacup and laughed to herself: "Who said that? This way of drinking tea is like drinking cows and horses?"
Shi Mosheng handed her another cup: "That's hypocritical, you really have to pay so much attention to it. In the Tang Dynasty, it was a true scholar who used wonton soup to make tea. Who would follow suit now?"
Su Yihuan felt that the cup was unusually thin, so she stepped on a floor lamp and looked at it carefully.
A fine brushwork peach blossom is painted on the wall of the cup, which is full of spring, which is in line with this season.
After being a student with Gu Changning for four years, Su Yihuan knew a little bit about it. Su Yihuan recognized that it was Jingdezhen eggshell porcelain.
She held the empty cup around the light source of the lamp, and sure enough, a faint light came through, as if it was translucent, showing its thinness.
With hands like onion roots, she fiddled with the cup against the light, and Su Yihuan quietly admired it.
This situation, in the eyes of Mo Sheng when Luo arrived, it was a different scene.
After watching for a while, Su Yihuan put down the cup and said:
"Let's eat fruit."
In addition to meals, the restaurant also sent some fruits, which would oxidize when made into fruit plates, so I picked a few and put them in a basket. The top layer of the small basket was two bright yellow oranges.
Shi Mosheng picked up one, and remembered the refrigerator full of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness that Su Yihuan had prepared for him, and smiled.
Su Yihuan took the orange and cut it open. The silver fruit knife was very sharp, and it broke the outer skin with a light drop, cutting it in half.
With a sword like water, Wu Yan beats snow, and a slender hand breaks a new orange.
After eating the two oranges, her mouth was sweet and sour. After resting for a while, Su Yihuan got up to pack her luggage, and took a shower and changed clothes.
Taking a set of pajamas and changing into them, Su Yihuan went downstairs.
Shi Mosheng also just took a shower, but the man's hair dries quickly, it is fluffy and dry now, wearing loose white pajamas, leaning lazily on the sofa, comfortable and comfortable.
He turned on the TV, but didn't watch it. Instead, he leaned on the back of the sofa chair and raised his head.
The arc of the side face, from the forehead to the chin, and then to the protruding Adam's apple on the neck, the whole line is undulating and smooth, beautiful beyond words, with a relaxed and leisurely appearance, he is really an elegant and handsome nobleman.
Su Yihuan walked over, her soft slippers were stepping on the carpet, there was no sound, but Shi Mosheng still felt her coming, opened her eyes, followed her figure to see her sitting beside her.
He didn't move, just looked at her quietly.
Su Yihuan also looked back at him, and smiled slightly. She was wearing a white cotton nightdress, with a faint fragrance on her body, which made people want to hug her hard. It must be soft and warm.
Originally, after taking a shower, he passed Su Yihuan's room and heard the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom inside. He was distracted, and the reason why he didn't go in was because he felt her restraint before.
They haven't been in love for a long time, and the progress is too fast for fear that she will think that she is not serious, so they stop at the door of the room, go downstairs to the living room and turn on the TV to struggle with themselves.
He has been in Canada for many years, and he has long adapted to the rhythm of dating abroad, but now everything must follow Su Yihuan's rhythm. Who made him fall in love with a rabbit that trembles at every turn, not some other passionate person.
But at this moment, the rabbit didn't sleep well in the room, so it ran to shake in front of him, and was still leaning against it, soft and fragrant.
Shi Mosheng closed her eyes again and leaned against the sofa.
For the temptation to shake people's concentration, it's better to see it out of sight.
Because there was still a seminar the next day, and she needed to get up early to go back to Hangzhou, Su Yihuan decided to get up early to make breakfast for Shi Mosheng to comfort him.
It was just five o'clock, and birds were singing and chirping outside the window. Su Yihuan got up in the quiet morning light, washed up, and went downstairs while combing her hair.