My Wife Why is She So Cute

The snowflakes all over the sky blended with the children's smiles, and the whole world seemed to be wrapped in sweetness.

It was Song Nianying's favorite taste.

She was strangled "cruelly" by Yan Chuyu, from head to toe, no one was spared.

I was almost **** off.

Obviously Yan Chuyu was just standing there, but she couldn't hit the snowball no matter what.

Hua Bairou and Zuo Die, who were silently watching from a distance: …

It seems that the holy king's world-engaging course has just begun, and the teaching road is long and long.

After a snowball fight, romance is another matter, and the fiancée almost bid farewell.

"oops."

Song Nianying was anxious to hit Yan Chuyu, so she lowered her head and rolled the snowball. She stepped on a piece of ice and didn't notice, so she fell down.

Yan Chuyu, who had been maintaining the best projection distance, hurried forward to help her, just as he grabbed Song Nianying's cold fingertips, he called out snow.

Song Nianying was extremely excited, "We've hit it!"

Yan Chuyu: ...

She was cheated for the first time.

Snowflakes fell on her body profusely, Yan Chuyu's already fair cheeks became more crystal clear, the snowflakes seemed to be unable to bear to be stained, Yan Chuyu looked at Song Nianying quietly, his eyes in this vast snowy day were like splashing hot water Into Song Nianying's heart.

damn it.

For a moment, Song Nianying actually had the urge to kiss her. She coughed and diverted her attention: "Are you a child? Will you still be deceived?"

Yan Chuyu looked at her with black and white eyes, and slowly stretched out his hand: "How long are you going to sit in the snow before you get up?"

Onlookers Zuo Die: Ahhhh, the Holy King is so gentle, I hit it.

Hua Bairou: Yes, not only does she not hold grudges, but she is also so considerate.

After the two vampires "boasted", they saw the Holy King's hand loosen. Song Nianying, who had just put his hand on her palm, was caught off guard and fell into a squatting position.

They are gentle and the adults don't remember the villain's faults, the holy king smiled: "Are you a child? Will you still be deceived?"

Hua Bairou: ...

Zuo Die: ...

Laughter and laughter rippling in the vast expanse of white snow, Song Nianying shook the remnant snow on her body, the peach blossoms in her eyes were infiltrated by the mist, and she was so delicate and charming.

It's been a long time since she played so much and had so much fun!

Yan Chuyu walked to her side with the last snow ball, and asked calmly, "Can we go to eat?"

Song Nianying: ...

This heartless bad woman.

She has been hammered like this, and she still remembers rice? What are you doing with the snowball, threatening her?

Seeing the teacher's distressed appearance, the children were amused one by one, and looked at Yan Chuyu with admiration and fear in their eyes.

"Don't you shake the snow for me?"

Song Nianying gave Yan Chuyu an angry look, the broken hair on her forehead was also soaked in snow water, her eyes were dark and deep, rippling with water.

Yan Chuyu crushed the snow ball in her hand, took a deep breath, raised her hand restrained and forbearing, and gently brushed the snow off her neck.

I still... want to... really want to bite down...

Song Nianying was shivered by Yan Chuyu's hands that were colder than snow, because she just finished the snowball fight, she didn't think much, "You are frozen like this, what do you want to eat, hot pot? I know there is a hot pot restaurant that is very cold. good."

Yan Chuyu withdrew her hand and looked at her: "Don't go out to eat."

Song Nianying was stunned for a moment, then looked at her in surprise: "If you don't go out to eat, where should you go?"

Yan Chuyu stopped talking. She put her hands behind her back and looked at the wind and snow in the distance.

Song Nianying knew that she had been in a car accident and her brain is not working well, so she might not be able to express herself, so she asked hesitantly, "Do you want to go home for dinner? But I don't know how to cook."

Yan Chuyu didn't speak, but turned her head to stare into her eyes, there was mist floating in those eyes, she asked in that wronged tone of being betrayed and deceived by a wicked person: "Then why did you lie to me before?"

Song Nianying: ...

Zuo Die: ...

Hua Bairou: ...

The Holy King successfully entered Song Nianying's home.

After entering the house, she was stuffed with a cup of hot tea in her hand, and handed a new towel, "You wipe it yourself."

Song Nianying unbuttoned the jacket directly, and threw the clothes on the sofa. The snow on her head melted, the skirt was close to the skin, and the beautiful outline was vaguely outlined.

Yan Chuyu turned her head away, not daring to take another look.

Song Nianying answered her mother's call, she frowned, asked Yan Chuyu to wait a while, and then went into the bedroom with her mobile phone.

Her lowered voice was full of impatience.

"Yes, she came to my house. Why, Mom, are your tentacles far enough? Do you know such little things?"

"Dating what? Just happened to meet."

"Heh, it's up to you to say whether it fits or not?"

"Why, how about the nobleness of the Yan family? Do I have to hold stinky feet like you? I may not be satisfied yet! If you keep writing, the marriage contract will be forgotten! I will drive her away now!"

…

Her voice was very low, thinking that people outside could not hear it, but it reached Yan Chuyu's ears word for word. She held a mug in her hand, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she pursed her lips slightly.

"The house is a little messy."

After leaving the person outside for a long time, Song Nianying was a little embarrassed to come out, Yan Chuyu nodded, "Yes."

Song Nianying: ...

The small room was filled with all kinds of clothes, one here and one there, the whole room was in a mess.

On the wall, there was an abstract painting she drew casually, half of which was yellow and half red, and it was impossible to tell what it was.

The dressing table is full of various brand-name cosmetics and skin care products. On the coffee table, there are still unfinished takeaway bags. On the far right is the vampire book that Song Ruxi came to browse last time.

Outside the window, Hua Bairou, who turned into a flower and rode on the fluttering moth, was not happy, "The holy king is so clean, and she will be unhappy if she wants to live here in the future."

Zuo Die: "Then what should we do? Shall we go in and help clean it up?"

The pink flower stepped on the head of the moth, "Who dares to go in without the instructions of the Holy King?"

Zuo Die said depressedly: "Yes, unfortunately we don't know what the Holy King thinks now."

You must be disgusted, right?

…

Normally, Song Nianying wouldn't have thought about it too much, but she had just answered Song Ma's call, and she was already in a bad mood. Hearing what Yan Chuyu said, she couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean?"

She knew that the Yan family was a big family, and it must be different from a small family like hers. She was noble and reserved, but she was reckless, why did she not know the seriousness after a snowball fight with them?

Yan Chuyu looked at her, his eyes seemed to be shimmering, "I'll clean it up, you go take a shower."

It was obviously a very gentle and considerate sentence, but Song Nianying was stunned because she heard the unstoppable domineering arrogance of the king in the world. She, who has always been strong, nodded her head inexplicably. When she entered the bathroom and turned on the water, she was still a little dazed.

Why did she listen to Yan Chuyu?

Hua Bairou and Zuo Die were taken aback when the Holy King stood up. They looked at each other and wanted to rush in to help clean up the housework.

How could the Holy King be allowed to do such rough work?

Yan Chuyu didn't speak, she raised her head and gave the two death stares directly.

Just like that, in the vast snowy day, because of the fear of Yu Dong's turning around, a fluttering moth flew away sadly with a petal on its back.

The blue shadow moved in the room, and everything in the space seemed to be fast-forwarded. One second, the laundry was still being folded, and the next second, the table was wiped clean.

When Song Nianying came out wiping her hair, her jaw dropped in shock when she saw the living room.

The neatly folded clothes were sorted by texture and color, the sundries on the table were gone, everything was neatly sorted and tidied up, and the floor was wiped so shiny it was almost reflective.

"This...you—"

As the mixed aroma of shampoo, body wash and mint hit her face, Yan Chuyu held her breath, and she looked up.

The delicate color of rose is very suitable for Song Nianying, the bathrobe belt around her waist looks more and more slender and weak, the wet hair drips down, along the neck, across the collarbone, falling into the temptation , her lips were stained red and moist by the water vapor, she sat down on the sofa opposite Yan Chuyu, with Yubai's calves crossed.

"You packed all this?"

Isn't this too fast? !

Yan Chuyu felt that something was burning "hotly", it was the desire for blood, but not all of it, it came from the bottom of her heart, making her at a loss what to do.

--why is that?

She stared blankly at the window, wanting to ask Hua Bairou for help.

But the teacher has long been scared away by her.

Song Nianying saw Yan Chuyu staring blankly at her without speaking, she was silent for a moment, put the towel aside, pointed to the sofa beside her, "Come and sit."

Yan Chuyu obediently walked over and sat down.

Song Nianying kept looking at her, with emotions that Yan Chuyu couldn't understand in her eyes.

The room was clean and tidy, and there was also the unique fragrance of Yan Chuyu. It was a very pure and cold fragrance. Ever since meeting her, Song Nianying had always felt that this smell lingered on the tip of her nose. She went to the mall to look for it for a long time, and smelled it. There are many perfumes, but I can't find the same or similar smell.

"The day after tomorrow, we will start a trial marriage."

Song Nianying's voice was calm, Taohua's eyes no longer had the smile of the past, Yan Chuyu nodded, her body tensed up, the two of them were getting closer, and she wanted to restrain her thirst for blood.

Song Nianying looked at her: "You should know, my parents desperately wanted to climb up the high branch of your Yan family, just to save his broken pharmaceutical factory with your help."

Straight to the point, simple and direct.

Song Nianying kept her eyes fixed on Yan Chuyu, taking in all her expressions.

"Um."

Hua Bairou told her all this.

Just a "Huh?"

Song Nianying frowned, "Aren't you angry?"

She said it bluntly, is this how Yan Chuyu reacted?

Yan Chuyu looked at her face, "You're so pretty, I'm not angry."

Song Nianying: ...

With a punch on the cotton, the rhythm was directly disrupted.

"So, you deigned to help me tidy up the room because I look good?"

Song Nianying had her usual charming smile on her face, but her eyes were full of doubt and disbelief.

Yan Chuyu pursed her lips.

"Since we are going to have a trial marriage and become a family, you can tell me anything directly without hiding anything."

The experience of being deceived and used all the time made Song Nianying not trust anyone.

She knew that Yan Chuyu had been in a car accident and hadn't fully recovered. Although they didn't meet many times, Song Nianying also confirmed this from her behavior that was different from ordinary people. Although such coaxing was not good, doubts prompted her to ask.

As long as Song Nianying looked at her with gentle eyes, Yan Chuyu couldn't resist, gently rubbed the cup with her slender fingers, and said slowly: "I just heard you and your mother on the phone."

Song Nianying's eyelids twitched, "And then?"

What did she say?

Yan Chuyu was silent.

Song Nianying felt like a bad aunt who deceived innocent children. She lied without changing her face: "Although I don't have too many demands on my fiancee, I always put sincerity first."

Obviously put face first.

After hearing this, Yan Chuyu was silent for a moment, as if she was in a psychological struggle. After a long time, she raised her head, looked at Song Nianying with those shining eyes, parted her red lips, and said slowly and seriously: "I think you are satisfied with me."

Her voice is so soft.

Her lips are so red.

Her eyes are so pure.

Song Nianying looked at her, closed his eyes, and a voice came out from the bottom of his heart.

——It's over, this is an encounter with a master.