Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Huang Qingwu suppressed the imbalance in his heart, blinked and looked at Han Yichu, and looked at the gentle light in his eyes, his face looked a little dazed.

If she didn't know some facts, she would really think that Han Yichu also loved her.

But no, only gentleness and no love in his eyes.

Huang Qingwu lowered his head and closed his eyes. When he opened it again, he looked at Han Yichu in a dependent manner. "I'm tired, I want you to carry me."

Han Yichu looked at the people around him, and coaxed Huang Qingwu gently, "This is outside, wait until you go home, will you carry it?"

Huang Qingwu skipped a gloomy light.

If it was in the dust, he would spoil her, how could he be willing to refuse her, how could he be disappointed.

But this is not the case now. He can not contact her for a long time, he can leave her in the middle of the night, and he can even think of others in his heart.

Although he was unwilling in his heart, Huang Qingwu still remained silent on his face, and would not let Han Yichu see anything.

Later, Huang Qingwu deliberately dragged Han Yichu to the most expensive store to buy the most expensive skin care products and the most expensive bags.

She bought a lot of things, and Han Yichu tempered her with a card.

For a person with a strong background such as Han Yichu, the problem that money can solve is not a problem. Buying something with money to make Dancing Happy is really nothing.

Huang Qingwu looked at Han Yichu's calm expression, and there was no strangeness at all. She suddenly felt that shopping was meaningless.

Huang Qingwu felt tired, so Han Yichu drove back.

Sometimes, she would also pull Han Yichu to eat out together and go out to play for two or three days.

In addition to the occasional impulse of Huang Qingwu who wanted to make a little temper with Han Yichu, other times, she was trying hard to treat Han Yichu.

She would also stay quietly when he was busy, and sometimes he would cook for him.

Sometimes, she will make some gifts to Han Yichu in person.

As long as Han Yichu smiled gently, she would be very happy and satisfied.

Sometimes when seeing that Han Yichu was tired, Huang Qingwu would also rub Han Yichu's temple and squeeze his shoulder.

Han Yichu distressed Huang Qingwu's hand and said, "Qingwu, I'm fine. You're better for yourself."

During this time, Huang Qingwu paid for him and did for him. He knew and saw that his heart was not immovable or impressed.

He just felt that he couldn't respond to her with the same emotion, and he sighed a bit sadly.

In fact, Huang Qingwu did all this time in order to return to a moment of love, and she did not need Han Yichu to respond in her heart.

She smiled tenderly, "I am your wife."

The words "wife" have too many meanings. Han Yichu sighed and hugged Huang Qingwu. "I think I have lost a lot of weight in this month."

Every time he danced with the emperor, he felt that her waist was much thinner, unlike the waistline like before.

Huang Qingwu was very worried, but he didn't eat well or sleep well. How could he not be thin?

But she said deliberately: "I want to lose weight and become beautiful, so that you will fall in love with me more easily."

Han Yichu's eyes turned apologetic. He was apologetic to his wife after all. He didn't know if he had love, but he understood that his feelings for Huang Qingwu and Huang Qingwu were incomparable to him.

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