Reincarnation: I Married My Ex’s Brother

Qiao Jiusheng had participated in annual meetings with Fang Mu before, but had never participated in the Lantern Festival Gala, so he did not know this tradition.

Qiao Jiuyin deliberately didn't tell her, why is it intent?

My heart is broken!

Qiao Jiusheng turned to look at Fang Yusheng next to him, and suggested, "Or, I'll go back and refuse?" She could perform the show, but Fang Yusheng was inconvenient and inconvenient. Didn't Qiao Jiuyin make it clear to embarrass them?

"Since I agree, let's go." Fang Yusheng said.

Qiao Jiusheng asked, "Go? You went, what's the show, did the blind touch the elephant?" He didn't know Qiao Jiuyin and Fang Mu were waiting for him to make a fool of himself?

Did her mouth eat shit?

poisonous!

Fang Yusheng took a deep breath and said back to her, "I don't touch the elephant, only you." He tightened Qiao Jiusheng's hand and asked her, "Do you mind being on the stage and being touched by me all the time?"

With a deep smile, Fang Yusheng looked arrogant, and said, "What kind of performance is a blind man touching an elephant? I can still act as a blind man."

Qiao Jiusheng looked horrified.

She had always known how poisonous Fang Yusheng's mouth was. She hadn't been stunned by him for a long time, and she almost forgot the taste.

With a dry laugh, Qiao Jiusheng quickly changed his words, "I said something wrong."

Fang Yusheng snorted coldly.

Tsundere turned her head and went into the room.

Qiao Jiusheng ate some supper downstairs, and when he went upstairs, he heard the long-lost sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures.

She wanted to turn off the phonograph, but she was afraid that Fang Yu would be angry.

She walked to the bed, stretched out her index finger, and pushed Fang Yusheng's body, "Fang Yusheng, why are you playing this song again?" Hasn't it been a long time?

Fang Yu Shengliang said leisurely, "The anger hits the heart, and I need to listen to the Buddhist scriptures to fall asleep, otherwise I'm afraid I can't help it, and I'm **** like it."

"You're still not a man, I'll just say that, you have to worry about one night?"

Fang Yusheng didn't say a word.

He also knows that he is stingy, but he just feels upset.

Qiao Jiusheng ran to turn off the phonograph.

She came over and lay down next to Fang Yusheng.

Fang Yusheng was filled with grievances.

After a while of silence, a voice of turning over suddenly came from beside him, and Fang Yusheng felt a pair of arms around his waist.

Fang Yusheng froze.

This was the first time Qiao Jiusheng took the initiative to hug him.

All the grievances and unhappiness disappeared instantly.

Qiao Jiusheng rubbed Fang Yusheng's head against Fang Yusheng's shoulder, and she apologized sincerely, "Yusheng, I didn't mean to ridicule you."

Listening quietly, Fang Yusheng did not answer.

"I'm just holding the injustice for you. Obviously you can't see and can't perform on stage, but Qiao Jiuyin deliberately informed me to attend the party. But you are also stupid, knowing that you don't know how to avoid your edge, and you want to participate. Qiao Jiuyin has a vicious heart."

After hearing Qiao Jiusheng's words, Fang Yu's heart was blocked, and suddenly it became smooth.

"Are you worried about me?" Fang Yusheng's voice was stained with laughter.

Qiao Jiusheng was silent and nodded.

Fang Yusheng turned around and hugged her back.

Qiao Jiusheng was a little uncomfortable with the closeness of hugging each other, but she forced herself to accept it. They are husband and wife, it is impossible to sleep in the same bed for the rest of their lives and do nothing. One day, they will cross the thunder pond.

Fang Yu's chin rested on Qiao Jiusheng's forehead, and he sighed softly, "Asheng, your worry is very helpful to me."

Qiao Jiusheng gave a hum.

"What to do, you're more cute." I want to do bad things even more.

Qiao Jiusheng immediately pushed him away, "Sleep."

Fang Yusheng leaned over again, just holding her, but not messing around. The next morning, Qiao Jiusheng woke up and unexpectedly found that Fang Yusheng was not bathing. She ran downstairs, but saw an extra piano and a violin in the hall.

Fang Yusheng was wearing a warm sweater, sitting on the piano, holding the violin in his hand and stroking it gently.

The dawn, the man, and the violin constitute a thrilling and beautiful picture.