Finally, Yu Qingying sat on the couch and waited for Zhang Dingtian to come over.
Sitting and sitting, he has fallen down.
Anyway, Zhang Dingtian hasn't come yet, so she might as well take a nap first, and when he comes, she will get up.
Getting married is a physical job. I basically stayed up all night last night and worked hard all night, and now I still have to sit like this.
If she were somewhere else, she could still hold on.
But after all, we are in **, and the bed is the place to sleep.
Unknowingly, Yu Qingqing had fallen asleep.
Zhang Dingtian walked in smelling of alcohol and looked at Yu Qingqing, who was sleeping in the bed and swaying around.
A smile couldn't help but curl up at the corner of his mouth.
Originally, he wanted Yu Qingming to just sleep like this, but in a blink of an eye, he saw a glass of wine on the table, neither of them had drunk it yet.
He walked up to Yu Qingming again, stretched out his hand and patted her face.
"You brat, what are you doing!!"
Yu Qingqing opened his hazy eyes, and what he saw immediately was Zhang Dingtian's arrogant face.
Why do you say that.
Although some people are very handsome and have long legs, their temperament just reveals a kind of silent arrogance.
"What did you call me?"
As soon as Zhang Dingtian heard what she said, he immediately reached out his hand and pulled hard on her cheek.
Yu Qingqing's face immediately deformed, and she made it look unsightly.
"It hurts."
Yu Qingqing reached out and slapped away his disruptive hand, and rubbed his cheek again.
Being pinched like this by him really hurt.
"What did you call me?"
Zhang Dingtian knelt on one knee beside her. She was still lying down. His posture was completely condescending.
His narrow eyes were as bright as stars, but there was an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Young Marshal!"
Yu Qingming couldn't help but say these two words because of the aura on his body.
"good!"
The smile at the corner of Zhang Dingtian's mouth became deeper, even extending into his eyes.
"Come on, sit up."
He stepped aside, stretched out his hand, and pulled Yu Qingqing up.
Zhang Dingtian walked to the table with his long legs, holding two glasses of wine in his hand, and walked back to the bed.
"Here!"
Zhang Dingtian handed her the wine.
Yu Qingqing raised the cup, raised his head and drank it.
Then you gave Zhang Dingtian a casual look.
“Good drinker!”
Zhang Dingtian praised expressionlessly.
"It's just madam, this is a drink."
Zhang Dingtian walked back and brought the wine bottle over.
Hand over a glass of wine…
Hearing what Zhang Dingtian said, Yu Qingqing felt that his head had been pinched by the door.
"Cough cough cough—"
She coughed dryly to cover up her embarrassment, and then put the wine glass in front of Zhang Dingtian.
"Pour the wine!"
Zhang Dingtian raised his eyebrows. As a young marshal, he had never served anyone else.
But looking at her like this... She just drank a glass of wine, and her face was already red again.
It looks extremely gorgeous, like peonies shrouded in smoke.
He poured her another glass of wine and their arms intertwined.
The look in his eyes, which was obviously the most ordinary one, became lingering at this moment.
After finishing the wine, Zhang Dingtian took the wine glass and flask and placed them on the table aside.
Yu Qingying got out of the bed and walked to the dressing table. He took off all the things he was wearing on his head and let his hair down again.
(End of chapter)