Zhang Yang adapted to the darkness and found that it was in their wedding room. Occasionally, wind would come in. The red duck swayed. Under the faint light, Zhang Yang saw a man lying on the floor and recognizing a man from the blue cloud sleeves by the lake. In the faint light, he saw a man lying on the floor and recognizing him from the blue cloud sleeves in his lake. It was Chen Zixin.

It looks like. He still makes wise compromises.

Zhang Yang looked at himself with his clothes and shirt intact. He lies secretly on the bed from his belly. It turns out that he is not completely small, nor does he take advantage of the danger of human beings...

Zhang Yang moved slightly, and Chen Zixin woke up and saw that he had sat up. Chen Zixin reached out from the sandalwood box and picked up a pearl and placed it on the table. The pearl at night was slightly wrapped in a layer of white yarn, and the light emitted by the white yarn illuminated the room, but it was soft. This was not dazzling.

Chen Zixin glanced at Zhang Yang in a vague way, without saying a word. He went out to get a bowl of iced lotus mint soup. He sat beside the bed, scooped a spoon, tried the temperature on his lips, and then delivered it to Zhang Yang's mouth.

Be kind and courteous?

Do you want to send a spoon or do the wrong thing?

Zhang Yang looked at Chen Zixin with no expression, not talking or opening his mouth to eat, his eyes full of vigilance.

"My lady is not satisfied I feed it with a spoon? I don't mind changing it."

Zhang Yang saw Chen Zixin smirking, afraid that he would talk nonsense, so he barely stuttered. However, he didn't expect that the lotus seeds were melted in the mouth, sweet but not greasy, frozen and very refreshing.

"Did you do it?" Zhang Yang kept glanced at Chen Zixin while admiring her spoonful of sweet soup.

Your maid has been driven back by me according to the second law of the three chapters.

Chen Zixin detoured and told Zhang Yang that there was no one else in this unintentional Madame Curie, but he naturally and sleekly told her that he was willing to abide by the three chapters of the covenant.

Zhang Yang naturally understood Chen Zixin's meaning and slightly moved his heart.

In fact, not only Ding Yi has changed, but she has also changed, right?

He likes the cold and dignified ostentatiousness of the past, but he is also willing to tolerate the proud and strong Prince Li Hong now. So she likes the elegant and implicit Ding Yi before. Why can't we tolerate the impact of the arrogance and darkness of the present on it?

Zhang Yang's anger dissipated, his face relaxed slightly, teasing, "You can't just roast rabbits."

"Do you know what else I can eat in the future?" Chen Zixin was calm and did not take her time, but he read a few ambiguous words, as if making fun of it, and it was more like a black dot.

Zhang Yang's face turned slightly red, and after taking a few more bites, the room was silent.

An unexpected guest suddenly flew into the window. The snow feathers fell down, their feet stood beside the bowl, their heads reached into the white jade bowl, and the bird's head pecked.

Chen Zixin was about to wave his hand, but Zhang Yang grabbed his hand and shook his head. A warm heat came out of his palm, and his hand that was flushed and wanted to shrink back was tightly held.

"rogue!"

"You are the wife of my matchmaker."

As soon as I heard the Ming media say four words from Chen Zixin, Zhang Yang immediately got angry, and his heart unexpectedly turned into... a little complacent.

That feeling is so considerate.

Much sweeter than this cold lotus mint.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile, not daring to be seen by Chen Zixin, not daring to see him with his eyes, pretending to be interested to see the little skylark buried in the bowl.
Chapter completed!