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

Han Yichu wanted to see what Huang Qingwu thought, but Huang Qingwu's eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of cloud, and the expression on his face was also faint. Han Yichu couldn't see her thoughts at all.

Huang Qingwu nodded, Han Yichu was kind to her, but she was warm and moved.

But Huang Qingwu didn't plan to forgive Han Yichu just for a meal.

She needs to adjust her emotions slowly.

Han Yichu really regarded Huang Qingwu as a fragile doll, opened the stool for her and let her sit down.

"Qingwu, what do you want to eat first? There are two other dishes in the kitchen."

Huang Qingwu watched that Han Yichu was going to be busy, and reached out and gently grabbed his sleeve.

This is almost a conditioned reflex movement of the imperial dance.

Han Yichu felt that his sleeves had been seized and turned to look at the Emperor Qingwu. The gloomy light of his eyes lit up at once, so shining and scorching.

Huang Qingwu felt stabbed by such bright eyes.

She recovered and quickly shrank her hand, but Han Yichu held it tightly.

Han Yichu's voice was not stable, "Qingwu, you... what are you going to tell me?"

Han Yichu grabbed Huang Qingwu's hand very hard.

Huang Qingwu was looked at Han Yichu's burning eyes at this time, and his face was involuntarily hot.

She tilted her head a little, and dared not look at Han Yichu like this. She was afraid to reveal her inner feelings and emotions.

"I mean there are a lot of meals, and I really can't eat them. Don't make them."

"Dancing, I want you to eat more."

"You can eat a bad tummy, and it will hurt like a bad tummy."

Han Yichu listened to this sentence, then washed his hands, and sat down to eat with Huang Qingwu.

During the meal time, both of them were relatively silent. Most of the time, Han Yichu cooked dishes for the Emperor.

Han Yichu's movements were gentle and meticulous, and he wished he could feed the food directly to Huang Qingwu's mouth.

After having a full meal, Huang Qingwu said, "I'm full and I will go back to the house to rest."

All day long, except for the meal time, Han Yichu hardly saw Huang Qingwu.

So at dinner, Han Yichu almost watched Huang Qingwu greedily.

This is the woman he loves, and she can’t help holding her and getting close.

After eating, Huang Qingwu returned to the bedroom as usual.

Han Yichu was busy in the study, but the documents could not be read.

All he thought of was Huang Qingwu, her voice and smile, and the bits and pieces he and Huang Qingwu had been together in the past.

It was not until midnight that Han Yichu returned to the bedroom.

He went to bed after taking a shower, and really couldn't help holding Huang Qingwu in his arms.

Holding her loved one and smelling her breath, Han Yichu's heart is complete.

But he overestimated his own self-control, holding the Emperor Qing Qing, and having love, he always couldn't help thinking of those haunting scenes in his mind.

Han Yichu's arms tightened involuntarily, and he bowed his head and gently kissed the lips of the Emperor's dancing.

But a kiss can't satisfy anything at all, Han Yichu wanted a lot.

But he had to endure, he was afraid to stimulate Huang Qingwu to wake her up.

So one night, Han Yichu really took a few cold showers.

But after washing, he was still reluctant to leave Huang Qingwu, still holding her overnight.

In fact, Huang Qingwu is also a light sleeper, but she is the daughter of the Black Dragon Party, so she pretends to sleep and no one else can see it.

She also knew all the movements of Han Yichu overnight.

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