Chapter 2

The tall nose bridge added a lot of points to the host. Gong Yueyue prefers boys with deep and three-dimensional facial features. Zhao Changyuan's appearance meets the requirements of her object. If the situation is not too incredible at this time, if she can meet Zhao Changyuan in the 21st century, she may take the initiative to make friends with Zhao Changyuan, but on second thought, the enemy and I are unknown, You have to be careful.

However, Gong Yueyue has doubts in her heart. How did she get through it? You can't really sleep as soon as you sleep, can you? What about yourself in the 21st century? Dead? Or is this the so-called parallel space? Here's the same me?

No matter how much Gong Yueyue thought, she still didn't think of what was going on at this time. Vaguely, she only remembered that she saw a passing dog blood drama before going to bed. Before going to bed, she still had the emerald bracelet given to her by her deceased mother. Is it related to that bracelet?

Gong Yueyue groped on his body, but he didn't find the emerald bracelet he should carry. He searched inside and outside carefully, but he didn't find it.

Did you fall on the bed?

Gong Yueyue's eyes moved to the bed, but the big wooden bed was stunned. Zhao Changyuan's body occupied most of the position, and he couldn't see whether it was pressed down below.

What should I do? Get people up? Seeing that he is so weak that he can't kill a chicken, he knows that he can't throw people up with his hands holding a big man's collar like himself in the 21st century.

Then call people up? At this moment, it seems that this is not a reliable suggestion

Is that bracelet left in the 21st century?

Gong Yue thought.

Maybe that bracelet still follows his own in the 21st century... Well, the body?

Although it's a pity that she didn't protect the things her dead mother gave her as a souvenir, Gong Yueyue is also an open-minded person. She knows the truth that life doesn't bring death. At this time, she is here. The self of the 21st century should be... Dead

I wonder if my sister will cry twice because of her death? The little rabbit is usually angry with himself.

Cough, my mind is running away. Gong Yueyue forced himself to pay attention to the current situation. No matter how, he settled down first and talk about everything later! Well, the best thing to do now seems to be... Sleep.

His eyes turned to the comfortable hero sleeping in bed. Gong Yueyue looked around and found that there was no place to sleep, and the man was still lying on the bed, as if he didn't mean to give up half of his position. Oh, by the way. Gong Yueyue suddenly remembered what someone said just before going to bed?

"Tonight... You are not allowed to come up tonight! Hear... Hear? "

Hum, good. Don't let me come up?

Let's see who's going to suffer tonight!

The next day, the sun had climbed to a high place and hung high to bring unlimited light to people. The market was slowly lively, and many small vendors began to come out to discuss business.

As the maidservants of the rich family, they all have to get up early. No, there are three maidservants waiting outside the young master's room early. Oh, no, since last night, they should be called the room of the young master and the young grandmother. I think the two married last night must be dry firewood and passionate. No, they haven't woken up yet.

"Xiao Cui, can the young master and grandma get up?" In the courtyard, a big servant girl came slowly. The visitor was wearing dark pink clothes representing the big servant girl, which was the close servant girl next to the old lady.

"Spring sister, young master and young grandmother haven't got up yet." The servant girl replied in a low voice respectfully that a little girl seemed to think of something embarrassing, and her cheeks were slightly red.

The big servant girl spring also covered her mouth and smiled secretly. After a while, she told several little servant girls, "the old lady told me. The big young master and the big young grandmother got married yesterday. You can get up late today and have morning tea in the afternoon. Don't disturb the big young master and the big young grandmother here."

"Yes!" The servant girls retreated out of the hospital one after another.

The two big red candles in the room had already been burned out, leaving only a pile of red pimples condensed together. The sun shone through the thin window paper on the barrier.

Zhao Changyuan frowned, muttered and turned around. He wanted to hold the big velvet quilt that had been sleeping with him for more than ten years. Unexpectedly, he exerted too much force and hit his forehead on the ground. Zhao Changyuan's drunkenness was knocked away. He sat up and rubbed his forehead with his hands. His eyes inadvertently swept. It seemed that something was wrong?

Um... Where is it? Ah... The bed seems very hard today!

Bed?!

Zhao Changyuan couldn't believe it. He reached out and patted the floor and then patted his head. This is really sober. The drunkenness completely dissipated, and his sharp eyes immediately turned into a hundred and thousands of swords, and he searched and shot at the bed. Rao was bathed in such frightening eyes. Gong Yueyue still slept comfortably and breathed shallow. He didn't know that the danger was coming slowly

Zhao Changyuan, who has never had patience with women except his mother's adult, exploded after seeing his new wife throw herself on the ground for a bleak night, but he lay comfortably in his treasure bed from childhood.

Suddenly rushed over, the strong palm just grabbed the wrist of the person on the bed, and the person on the bed "just woke up".

They looked at each other face to face, speechless

Hum! A slut should stare at a man so, so openly! Even your husband, no matter how much he likes or infatuates him, can't directly stare at others without concealing it. It's really shameless!

Zhao Changyuan didn't know what to say in his first sentence. The man on the bed is as delicate as a painter. He has an undisguised infatuation for his eyes. Even his adult Zhao Changyuan will feel blushing!

After a while, Gong Yueyue had to speak first, "er... Did you sleep well?"

Zhao Changyuan glared. Don't say it. This serious eye came and poked Gong Yueyue's inner sprouting point.

"You woman, really, really don't know etiquette, righteousness and shame. Who allowed you to climb into my bed?"

"Oh, if you don't lie here, where does my mother sleep?"

"I don't care where you sleep. Don't sleep in my bed anyway!"

"But there's only one bed here. Who told you to sleep so dead last night and wouldn't move out a little place to sleep for me? I don't care to lie in the same bed with you, a big man. Well, you dare to dislike me. You're unkind. I have to be unjust. I'll let you lie on the floor!"

"You woman, do you have any etiquette? It's my mother's to open and close your mouth. You think you're a country woman!"