Warm Marriage Addiction: My Wife Is So Sweet

Chapter 100: Not as good as you

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Song Qiyue's sleep wasn't too short this time, so she slept until the sunset.

Suddenly a breeze blew, and the tip of the nose got itchy from the tips of the fallen hair. Song Qiyue was awakened by the itching.

Song Qiyue woke up in a daze, she woke up dimly, and her consciousness was unclear. Opening her eyes lazily, the sight was dim and dim for a moment, and the light came again, making her only half-squinted, she was not yet awake.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a person sitting beside me.

He was right by her side, and that profiled face was very calm and calm.

The black shadow cast a faint, trance, Song Qiyue only thought it was Zhou Suhe.

She moved her lips lightly and shouted, "Suh."

But who knows, the voice that came in the next second was not Zhou Suhe's, but another male voice that was even more profound and Qingyuan.

"Wake up." That was Mo Zhengyan's voice.

Rao was confused when Song Qiyue woke up, and the sleepy bug was instantly dissipated to invisible.

Song Qiyue was completely awake!

She stood up instinctively, and saw the person next to her clearly.

The person sitting next to her was not Zhou Suhe at all, it turned out to be Mo Zhengyan!

He held an umbrella in one hand and a fishing rod in the other, and the rod fell in the pond and was fishing.

At this time, the sun sets, and the evening comes, the blue sky has been dazzled by the sunset into a brilliant red.

Looking around, Zhou Suhe, Song Xiangwan, and Chu Xiaoxin didn't know where they were going. Just now the chair fishing tools are gone.

Song Qiyue could only give an "famous" and said with a smile, "Ha, uncle, it's you."

"Otherwise, who do you think I am?" Mo Zhengyan asked back, his expression was warm and indifferent, but there was no strangeness.

"I thought it was some handsome man in the dream, so handsome, he turned out to be my brother." Song Qiyue joked.

Mo Zhengyan looked sideways, his gaze was straight and somewhat bitter.

He smiled and said, "Wake up, then go and gather."

Song Qiyue was actually frightened by his eyes, she could only smile and say, "Okay."

Mo Zhengyan took the umbrella without a rush. Without the umbrella, the evening breeze blew in, making Song Qiyue who had just woke up feel a slight cold.

Only then did she discover that she had an extra blanket on her body.

"Where are they Xiangwan?" Song Qiyue asked when she got up.

Mo Zhengyan began to collect tools, he replied, "They went to the bamboo house."

"Oh." Song Qiyue answered.

When Mo Zhengyan was cleaned up, the two left together and went to the bamboo house to meet them.

On the way, Song Qiyue asked, "I'm asleep, did you hold the umbrella for me?"

"It just so happens that I also want to hold an umbrella." He answered concisely.

"That blanket was also covered by you?"

"The blanket belongs to Sangsangai." He pushed this gentle gesture to others.

"Then I have to thank her." Song Qiyue responded, and she said again, "Thank you too, uncle."

The thanks are sincere, but it's a pity that someone doesn't appreciate it.

Mo Zhengyan replied, "Just by the way."

Touching a cold nail, Song Qiyue looked at the beautiful flowers and plants along the road, and smiled casually, "The environment here is really good, ha!"

Mo Zhengyan condensed a side face and did not return to her.

His reaction surprised Song Qiyue, as if she was displeased. The usual Mr. Mo is not so difficult to get along with, he is always gentle and kind, and now it seems like someone provokes him.

This makes her feel incredible.

Song Qiyue is not a person who is obsessed with inquiring about everything.

Just ignore it, and she won't kick the cold bench anymore.

After tossing around, I came to the bamboo house.

At the bamboo house, the three of them had already arrived.

Chu Xiaoxin was grilling fish alone, while Zhou Suhe and Song Xiangwan were standing in front of a grill.

When Chu Xiaoxin saw the two people walking outside the bamboo house, he raised his eyes and smiled, "Manager Song, you are awake."

Song Qiyue replied, "Ah, yeah, I slept, really comfortable."

"Recently, you must have been too tired, so you fell asleep while fishing, and socializing a lot, right?" Chu Xiaoxin said with a smile.

There is nothing wrong with this, but no matter how you hear it, I feel a bit uncomfortable.

I'm afraid, Song Qiyue knew in her heart long ago that Chu Xiaoxin was not pleasing to her.

Song Qiyue walked in and said, "I think it's probably the reason why it's so sleepy here. I think this clubhouse shouldn't build a fish pond at all, and it should be converted into a sleeping place. Boss Chu, you can consider it."

Sleeping place?

Chu Xiaoxin raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Xiang Wan, Su He, you are too uninterested, you came to the bamboo house first, don't call me, and leave me there alone." Song Qiyue walked towards them.

"You sleep so soundly, don't want to wake you up." Song Xiangwan said.

Zhou Suhe didn't say much, just replied, "With Uncle Mo with you, you are not alone."

At this moment, Mo Zhengyan slowly entered behind, and he also entered the bamboo house.

Mo Zhengyan also heard Zhou Suhe's words. The two men met each other and laughed at each other.

Song Qiyue only felt that their laughter was a little weird, and she quickly brought the topic, "Well, it's all my fault, who made me fall asleep."

"Ah, it smells so good, when can I eat?" Song Qiyue smelled the scent of grilled fish.

"Here you want to have enough food and clothing." Chu laughed.

"Okay, okay, then I'll bake it too." Song Qiyue rolled up the sleeves of her clothes, and she went to the table to fetch food and planned to join the battle.

There are three grills here. Chu Xiaoxin occupied a single one by himself. Zhou Suhe and Song Xiangwan had a contract for a double, leaving only another double. There was no way, Song Qiyue could only share one with Mo Zhengyan.

"Mushrooms, vegetables, beans..." Song Qiyue glanced at the food Mo Zhengyan was roasting, she was startled, "Why are they all vegetarian?"

"Do you think everyone is you and love to eat meat?" He replied.

Song Qiyue took a bunch of grilled sausages, fish and shrimps. In short, they were all meat products. She smiled, "Hey, you are the one who eats vegetarian food!"

Mo Zhengyan's eyes suddenly tightened, and he whispered, "I don't like eating these meats."

What he said was very serious, but it felt so ambiguous.

Song Qiyue glanced at him, "If you don't eat it, you won't eat it."

"If you bake it for me, then I can eat it." He joked again, looking coldly.

Song Qiyue felt that this person was simply a two-faced person, and she couldn't figure it out one by one, "You have your own hands, why should I help you bake?"

"Didn't you just want to thank me?" He even mentioned the old things again!

"Didn't you just mean by the way?" He was really embarrassed!

"I said by the way, you really believe it." He seemed to be true, but it was really indistinguishable.

Song Qiyue was a little dizzy when she heard it, and she didn't want to continue to stalemate with him over this issue, "Yes, uncle, in order to repay you for holding me an umbrella just now, so I will grill it for you."

"Manager Song, you, Uncle Mo, are really kind to you. I have known him for so many years and I haven't seen who he holds an umbrella for." Chu Xiaoxin heard it from the side, and he added.

This sentence is like making up a knife and portraying their relationship more obscurely.

Song Qiyue said with a smile, "Mr. Chu, what's the matter, you envy it. Come on, I'll change positions with you, let my uncle give you an umbrella, and you can give him a barbecue."

Chu Xiaoxin was ridiculed in public by her again. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I have a barbecue, and he may not know how to eat it. How can your niece roast so well."

"Oh, what I said, I think you are jealous, just tell it."

"Who is jealous?" That relationship was taken by her on the road of unhealthy, and Chu Xiao in the market couldn't help refuting it too calmly and sternly.

On the side, the three people were chatting in full swing, and Zhou Suhe was grilling fish seriously.

While listening to Song Xiangwan, she suddenly smelled a burning smell. She looked down and hurriedly shouted, "Su He, your fish is scorched."

"Sukh, Sukh?"

"It's burnt." Zhou Suhe picked up the burnt fish and put it on the plate.

The self-service barbecue in the bamboo house is delicious. You can grill the fish you caught yourself, and you can enjoy the scenery while drinking and chatting under the starlight, which is very leisurely.

"I am so happy today." After a full meal, Song Qiyue stretched.

Chu Xiao believed, "You are the most lazy. If you don't catch a fish, you just sit and enjoy the blessing of the people."

"Isn't it, God will take care of my lazy bones the most." Song Qiyue is even more proud of accepting his reputation.

"Su He, what constellation does this star belong to?" Song Xiangwan's figure floated in the wind.

She and Zhou Suhe were sitting on the front lawn, Song Xiangwan's head lightly leaned against Zhou Suhe, and the two looked up at the stars in the night sky.

Zhou Suhe replied, "Little Bear constellation."

Ursa Minor.

The northern constellation closest to the northern celestial pole, the Ptolemy constellation and the modern eighty-eight constellation include Ursa Minor.

Ursa Minor marks the location of the North Celestial Pole, and the brightest star in the constellation Ursa Minor is the current North Star.

Connecting the seven bright stars in Ursa Minor can form a bucket shape similar to the Big Dipper in Ursa Major, so these seven stars are also called Little Big Dipper.

Naturally, but also suddenly, the words Zhou Suhe said by her side back then jumped out abruptly.

Zhou Suhe likes astronomy and has a lot of research on stargazing.

As young, they also watched the stars all night together.

He pointed to the star and said: July, this is the Little Bear constellation.

Song Qiyue didn't have much interest in stargazing, but still felt that the stars were very beautiful, and no girl could resist the charm of the stars.

Song Qiyue is no exception.

Zhou Suhe's voice, young and present, were mixed together and slowly dispersed, crocheting her into the past and the present, making her unclear.

"Does it look good." Suddenly, another male voice rushed in.

Mo Zhengyan asked beside her.

Song Qiyue seemed to recognize that the moment was reality, "good-looking."

"Well, it looks good." He responded, but said again, "However, it's not as good as you."

Is he complimenting her, or is he flirting?

Song Qiyue was startled suddenly, she turned her head to look, Mo Zhengyan was sitting beside him, he was smoking. Under the stars in the night sky, his handsome face was hidden in the dark night. The sparks at the fingertips were burning, and the sparks were extinguished, and the light in his eyes was also extinguished.

She suddenly smiled, "Hey, uncle, how many women have you said this to?"

"..."

"Do you always use this trick to seduce good women?"

"..."