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Who said that if they did that, they would definitely have children?

"What is it? Do you not believe what I said about your husband, or do you want children? " Mu Yi Yang said as he slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled at the little white rabbit who was in a daze.

"Hubby, did you bring a napkin?" Song Yao Yao was suddenly moved, but she spat out an unimaginable question.

"Eh!" Mu Yi Yang slightly paused, as if he couldn't keep up with Song Yao Yao's logic at all. What was going on?

"A napkin!" Song Yao Yao could not help but gesture a little. Could she possibly shed two tears of gratitude?

"This..." Mu Yi Yang was a bit slow down. It seemed that he didn't have any of these in his bag!

"Come, let me take a look!" After Song Yao Yao finished speaking, she was about to look through Mu Yi Yang's bag.

Other than a notebook, there was only a pink envelope inside Mu Yi Yang's bag.

Song Yao Yao curiously took out the pink colored excitement and looked at it! She looked at Mu Yi Yang with some curiosity.

Her expression also changed slightly. Actually, it wasn't that she didn't know what that pink envelope was? When she was in school, she would often see many female students give boys love letters, so she naturally understood that these were love letters. However, at this time, it was better for her to pretend that she was curious and didn't know what to say.

However, at this moment, she felt as if something had ruthlessly blocked her heart. She felt a little uncomfortable, as if her heart was faintly aching.

"Hubby, this can't be a love letter given to you by a female student, right?" Song Yao Yao acted as if nothing had happened and said, but in truth, her unease had already surfaced on her face. Her eyes that carried a bit of jealousy, and the fingers that held the pink envelope, slightly trembled, as her emotions went out of control!

"Is this a love letter?" Mu Yi Yang slightly paused, as if he didn't quite understand what Song Yao Yao had just said. His long fingers were still on his knees, as if he did not want to take away the love letter in Song Yao Yao's hands.

"Hubby, don't tell me you haven't received a love letter for so long!" Seeing Mu Yi Yang's seemingly puzzled expression, Song Yao Yao slightly paused, and asked with some hesitation and curiosity.

"Hehe, of course …" The corner of Mu Yi Yang's mouth rose proudly. He did not receive a love letter, how was that possible?

"Then since you've received it, why didn't you know that this was a love letter?" The corner of Song Yao Yao's mouth slowly turned sour, as a sour taste spread within the luxury car.

"Wife, are you jealous?" The corner of Mu Yi Yang's lips slightly lifted, and after that, he extended his slender fingertip and took the love letter from Song Yao Yao's hand.

"Aren't I jealous? And I don't like to be jealous. " Song Yao Yao quickly muttered to herself to deny her previous actions. Jealous, hmph, is she the jealous King now?

How could he not feel such sour vinegar?

"If you're not jealous, then why do you care whether this letter is a love letter or not? To me, this is just an ordinary piece of paper. I don't know, that guy stuffed it into my bag."

"Did they put it in your bag?" Song Yao Yao had originally looked somewhat injured, but in an instant, as if she had caught on to something, she could not help but nervously ask Mu Yi Yang.

If someone had intentionally stuffed something into Mu Yi Yang's bag and Mu Yi Yang didn't know about it, then that would be understandable.

"Otherwise, do you think I would accept their love letters? And I already have a wife. " What Mu Yi Yang said sounded completely innocent, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

"Really?" Song Yao Yao's beautiful eyes instantly lit up, as if she was excitedly defending her happiness.

"Of course it's true, but my wife, how do you know this is a love letter?" Mu Yi Yang slightly smiled, and intentionally opened that love letter, smiled at Song Yao Yao, and said gently.

"Of course, everyone knows that pink envelope. It must be a love letter!" Song Yao Yao suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and wasn't too sure what Mu Yi Yang's intentions were for asking this question.

"Then, my wife, you must have received quite a few love letters in school!"

"No, I haven't." Hearing Mu Yi Yang's question, even if Song Yao Yao had accepted it, she wouldn't dare to so generously admit that she had.

"Then he must have!" Mu Yi Yang smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth overflowing with an evil and devilish smile, he looked at Song Yao Yao, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly, as if a scheme swept past his eyes.

"I didn't?" Song Yao Yao wanted to deny it again.

"Uh, neither mentioned nor written. That wife, have you ever been in a relationship in school?" Mu Yi Yang said as he pondered slightly.

"Of course I'm in a relationship before. Mu Yi Yang, you damned fellow, did you do it on purpose?" Only now did Song Yao Yao regain his senses, and from the meaning of Mu Yi Yang's words, he could not help but shouted.

"What did I do on purpose?" Mu Yi Yang pretended to be puzzled and innocent as he leaned back comfortably in his seat. As if he was looking at his prey, he looked at Song Yao Yao who was in front of him.

"You …" Song Yao Yao stretched out her slender, snow-white finger and pointed it at Mu Yi Yang, but there was something unspeakable about her. She was once again fooled by this guy.

"Alright, my wife, since you haven't received a love letter or written a love letter, why don't we read this together?" Mu Yi Yang pulled with his long hand, directly pulling Song Yao Yao's body, causing Song Yao Yao to stumble into her embrace.

"I don't want to watch it?" Song Yao Yao immediately wanted to struggle and stand up from Mu Yi Yang's embrace. This damned fellow, what's so good about a love letter?

"Don't regret it if I don't see you!" Mu Yi Yang slightly waved the love letter in his hand, and it seemed as if the love letter was like a banknote, swaying in front of Song Yao Yao.

"What's so good about a love letter? I don't want to read it!" Song Yao Yao curled her lips slightly. This damned fellow, actually wanted to let him read some love letter, and didn't write it herself. What's there to look at?

"Then, my wife, do you know how to write?" The corner of Mu Yi Yang's lips slightly lifted, and he put the love letter in his hand to the side, then smiled and gently held Song Yao Yao in his embrace.

"I do. Who said I don't know how to write?" Song Yao Yao was instantly provoked by Mu Yi Yang's words and answered almost directly.

When Song Yao Yao finished answering, Song Yao Yao regretted it in the next second.

This damned guy dug another hole and let himself jump in. Damn it, damn it, but why did she fall for it every time?

"Fine, another day, my wife will write me a love letter." The corner of Mu Yi Yang's mouth raised, as if his scheme had succeeded. A light flickered in the depths of his eyes, and in an instant, Song Yao Yao felt as if he had been fiercely grabbed by a cheetah, and then, he had taken a bite.

"I don't want it …" Song Yao Yao wanted to reject him, but unfortunately, Mu Yi Yang didn't seem to give him the chance to do so.

"Don't want what? Wife, I remember that I just said that refusing is ineffective! Wife, if you write well, I'll give you a reward tonight. "

Mu Yi Yang embraced Song Yao Yao's waist as he stuck his thin lips next to Song Yao Yao's ears. His magnetic voice resounded within the luxury car.

"Reward, is that true?" When Song Yao Yao heard the word reward, in an instant, her entire eyebrow trembled slightly. Wa, there's a reward, Song Yao Yao instantly looked forward to the reward.

"Of course it's true." Mu Yi Yang nodded slightly, a deep smile slowly flashed past his handsome eyes.

"Good!" I promise you! " Song Yao Yao nodded excitedly.

Just as Mu Yi Yang and Song Yao Yao were making this agreement, the luxury car suddenly stopped on the road.

"military commander, Sister Jun, we have arrived at the military academy!" The respectful voice of Mu Yi Yang's assistant, who was sitting in the car of the Driver, came from the front.

"En!" Mu Yi Yang nodded slightly. He got off the Driver first and then slowly walked to Mu Yi Yang's side and opened the car door for him.

"Wifey, we're getting off!" Mu Yi Yang glanced at Song Yao Yao who was beside him, and smiled as she slowly walked away from the luxury car.

"Wait!" When Song Yao Yao opened the car door, she paused for a moment. She grabbed Mu Yi Yang's arm nervously as she spoke.

"What's wrong?" Mu Yi Yang slightly paused, looking at those rosy cheeks, he couldn't help but want to reach out and ruthlessly pinch his.

"Um …" I think I still... " Song Yao Yao said somewhat hesitantly. At this time, she also clearly felt that outside the carriage, there were many pairs of eyes staring at her.

"What? The ugly wife is important to see the parents-in-law." Mu Yi Yang naturally understood Song Yao Yao's thoughts, and couldn't help but ask in a gentle voice while smiling.

"But I'm not seeing my parents-in-law, and I'm not ugly." Song Yao Yao could not help but protest. Was she ugly? She didn't look ugly!

"Not ugly, but afraid of meeting people? "Let's go, get off!" Mu Yi Yang smiled, extended his finger, and gently pinched the tip of Song Yao Yao's nose.

"Mm, alright!" Song Yao Yao replied with a nod of her head. There was nowhere to dodge Mu Yi Yang's words.

At this time, the soldiers who were standing outside to welcome Mu Yi Yang felt curious, the carriage had stopped for so long, and the door to the carriage was already opened.