100 Ways to Pamper Your Wife: The Cold CEO Locks Her Waist and Forces Her to Marry

The underground palace was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, and the only sound was the faint sound of Zhao Chuyu writing and drawing on his notebook with a black pen.

And the gentle "click" sound as she took the picture with her camera.

The wavy high ponytail she tied at the back of her head swayed behind her as she walked.

The curvy figure looks even more curvy when wrapped in pure cotton casual clothes.

A pair of feet wearing small white shoes move lightly through the old wardrobes.

Whenever I found something suspicious, I wrote it down in my notebook with a black pen and then took pictures of the details with my camera.

The eight bodyguards and two soldiers who were accompanying them checked that there were no dangerous creatures here, then retreated and stood guard outside the stone gate.

Be vigilant and guard against it strictly.

In this huge basement, only Qi Jinan was with her.

He put one hand in his trouser pocket and stared quietly at her charming profile.

Those eyes seemed to be glued to 502, and were always glued to Zhao Chuyu who was concentrating on his work.

Then, as if he felt being ignored, he walked forward silently, stood beside her, and looked down at the paper filled with beautiful words in her hand.

"Xiao Chuyu, what are you doing?"

Zhao Chuyu didn't even raise his head. He held the pen and notebook in his hands, writing while answering his questions.

"I am recording the styles of these garments. The clothes here are mainly tube tops, with exquisite workmanship and bold styles. Look at the faded colors, with different shades. The colors must be complicated and diverse."

Qi Jinan had no interest in these things before, and now he feels even less about them.

But in order to prevent her from ignoring him, he could only find topics to talk to her, "Why do you have to remember these?"

In his eyes, such dead things are worthless.

Zhao Chuyu wrote down the last word, closed the notebook, picked up the camera hanging around her neck and took a few more photos before replying to him in detail.

“This is one of the important ways to understand that unknown era.

The richness of the burial objects can help us unveil the mystery of ancient society.

In this way, we can infer the status of the tomb owner, as well as the social structure and economic situation of that period."

She looked at the wardrobe which had a long history and asked him:

"Do you know why so many archaeologists are willing to explore deep into the tomb despite the hardships?"

Qi Jinan's eyes were fixed on her face from beginning to end, without shifting a single step, and he continued to ask, "Why?"

Zhao Chuyu blinked gently and told the story slowly.

“The significance of archaeology is to understand the culture, religion, art, and social structure of ancient society.

The imperial tombs have always been the focus and emphasis of archaeological research.

The tombs of emperors contain rich historical and cultural heritage, and can also obtain more empirical data to promote the development of scientific research.

These are all important treasures that will help future generations better understand our culture and history.”

When she was talking, her eyes seemed to be filled with stars, which shows that she really likes this major.

Qi Jinan noticed that her voice was a little dry, and he took out the thermos cup from his backpack elegantly and calmly, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to Zhao Chuyu.

"Drink some water to moisten your throat first."

Since she came in, she has been drinking very little water to avoid going to the bathroom.

After such a long time, her throat must be extremely dry.

Miss Zhao's eyes turned slightly, and after thinking for two seconds, she took off her gloves, took the cup of water he brought specially, took off her mask, took two sips, and handed it back to him.

Seeing that he was about to put the cap on the bottle, the corners of her lips raised, she looked up at him and said softly, "You don't want to drink water? Are you disgusted with me for drinking it?"

He hasn't had a drop of water for three or four hours.

She was really surprised that he, who had a serious obsession with cleanliness, could stay with her in this dusty mausoleum for such a long time.

He seemed to care about her more than she thought.

Qi Jinan raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

As he screwed the bottle cap back on, he stared at her face, which was now covered with a mask. "Xiao Chuyu, do you think I would dislike what you've drunk?"

Zhao Chuyu did not answer but asked, "Isn't it?"

If not, why didn't he drink a drop of water?

Qi put the water cup back into his backpack, walked forward, leaned over to her ear, and said something that only he and she could hear.

"I have eaten less of the 'Ganquan Yulu' that you 'brewed' yourself. How could I dislike the one you have drunk?"

The voice is low and the words are ambiguous.

When Miss Zhao heard the four words "Ganquan Yulu" coming out of his mouth, her eyes, like a pool of autumn water, were suddenly filled with the beauty of spring.

Her cheeks are rosy, just like the peach blossoms blooming in spring, delicate and charming.

She avoided his gaze and didn't dare to look at him again.

Has Qi Jinan been possessed by another spirit?

The words became more and more explicit.

Where has the former Master Qi Wu, who was as cold as the top of a mountain, gone?

She knew he was talking about the times they had sex, when he would always eat her with his mouth…

Too shameful to recall.

Zhao Chuyu hurriedly stopped her memories from running wild, and her body started to feel hot.

She raised her little hand and pushed him away, who was emitting hot steam. "It's a bit hot, don't get so close to me."

After saying that, he stuffed all the pens, notebooks, and cameras into the backpack on his back.

Qi Jinan seemed to have opened up his Ren and Du meridians. Instead of retreating, he moved forward and put his arm around her slender waist. "Xiao Chuyu is shy."

A statement, not a question.

This shy side of her also made him feel itchy and want to do something.

It's just that the location is wrong.

He caught a glimpse of the dusty hole in the ground from the corner of his eye, and his brows furrowed.

If she hadn't been there, how could he have endured the discomfort and stayed here?

In this world, there is only one girl who makes him make exceptions time and time again.

Zhao Chuyu felt even hotter as her waist was hugged. She put her small hand on his casual clothes of the same color as his, "I... didn't."

The last two words are as thin as a gossamer thread.

All because of lack of confidence.

Qi Jinan didn't want to annoy her, so he raised his wrist to check the time, "Xiao Chuyu, we should go out."

It's half past twelve noon, time to go back for lunch.

No matter who is hungry, she must not be hungry.

This mausoleum is not far from the Miao village compound, and it only takes about ten minutes to walk back.

Zhao Chuyu looked around the dimly lit "cloakroom" for funeral objects, suppressed her embarrassment, and nodded gently. "Yeah, okay."

As precious as he is, we can't let him get tired or hungry.

Besides, he was still processing documents until the early morning last night, and he got up so early in the morning to accompany her to have breakfast.

After coming here, I encountered so many emergencies.

Even a body made of iron will feel tired.

After getting her response, Qi Jinan embraced her and walked out of the underground palace, returning along the route marked in advance by the bodyguards.

This is the best way to save time.

All obstacles have been cleared on the way in, and the road ahead is smooth.

When they went out, they saw Qi Zixuan and Bai Lulu who had come out earlier than them.

They both seemed to have run into some big trouble and looked very miserable.

Qi Zixuan's face was covered with dust and faint scars.

Bai Lulu's hair was just a little messy, and there were no wounds on her body.

Zhao Chuyu had excellent eyesight and her expression was slightly tense. She subconsciously tried to break free from Qi Jinan's arms, which were tightly around her, and went forward to ask about Lulu's condition.

However, how could Master Qi Wu, whose eyes quickly turned cold, let her get her wish?

The arms, harder than steel, held her motionlessly against his chest.

"Xiao Chuyu, are you planning to abandon me again?"

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