Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Uncle Wang was afraid that she would be scared if she knew it, so he hurriedly said: "It's nothing, it's just a little prank. We were planning to take it out and throw it away."

"Madam, are you going to find your husband now? Your husband is waiting for you in the study."

"..." The man holding the rose bouquet gave him a strange look but said nothing.

They didn't want to say anything, and she stopped asking.

Nod and go upstairs.

Holding the roses she finally planted, she placed them in vases everywhere on the second floor.

Decorate every part of the house beautifully.

When she was about to enter the study, she didn't forget to touch her face.

Make sure your face is warm and your hands are warm.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and knocked on the door.

After knocking twice, the door was pushed open.

"Afu?"

The man who had taken off his cotton-padded clothes was wearing an off-white turtleneck sweater, with his head tilted up.

Qingwan's voice was very abrupt in the quiet study.

The gentle white man sitting on the office chair with his eyes closed and concentrating did not open his eyes.

He slowly stretched out his hand and kept it suspended in the air, his voice a bit magnetic and hoarse.

"come over."

She just came in and closed the door.

Outside the window, light snow had begun to fall.

Snowflakes fluttered down, little by little, just blowing on the window with the wind.

It was cold outside the window and the temperature had dropped below freezing.

In the room, the air conditioner was still blowing, and the warm wind blew on the glass windows, gradually forming a layer of fog.

It was misty, blocking the dark snowy scene outside.

Yun Si placed the last rose on the vase on the table.

After looking at it with satisfaction, he put his hand on Mr. Qiao's hand.

Leaning over, he skillfully climbed onto his lap and sat down.

Mr. Qiao looked calm and hugged her tightly.

I touched her face and hands out of habit, and felt warm, so I didn't say anything.

He leaned closer and kissed her.

He kissed both cheeks and then put his lips on each other.

Extraordinarily touching.

It's like you'll never get tired of it.

Yun Si sat on his lap and blinked.

As if feeling something, she asked: "What's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?"

He held her waist and paused.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his voice was deep.

"It's indeed a bit bad, what should I do?"

He rubbed her face as if it would make him feel better.

Yun Si didn't say anything, thinking of the gift box that Uncle Wang and the others took down just now.

The gift box oozed a strong smell of blood, and it smelled like human blood.

If she guessed correctly...

It may contain some parts of the human body.

I just don’t know what it is anymore.

She considered it for a moment and asked, "Did... someone scare you with something? Did you get scared?"

Mr. Qiao, who was kissing her from time to time, the curvature of his lips deepened.

He pinched her ears and said in a soft voice, "So smart?"

He can turn a serious discussion into an ambiguous atmosphere every time.

There is always a feeling of being a fool who is not interested in business and indulges in beauty.

Naked fool.

"..." She pushed him, trying to be serious.

"I'm not kidding you, please be serious."

Mr. Qiao, who has become more gentle after marriage, smiled and said nothing.

He grabbed her hand and still kissed her gently.

It was as if he had to leave his own breath on her face to be satisfied.

He is completely a foolish king who is obsessed with beauty and has no seriousness at all.

"Well, you speak and I listen."

He looked carelessly, with a high nose and a casual smile.

The old and dishonest person is becoming less and less like the mature and steady person he used to be.

The movements are always extremely light.

"..." Yun Si blushed from the kiss and stared at him angrily.

"I'm serious with you."