Mo Lingyuan took a deep breath, and the arms around her tightened a little more: "I made myself angry."

Chu Yunyao laughed harder: "It's the first time I've heard someone make themselves angry."

She held his handsome face in both hands, "Your husband is so handsome, it is really not suitable to be angry, you will grow old when you are angry, you are calm and not like your peers, it is not good to be like a little old man at a young age .”

Mo Lingyuan frowned even tighter: "You dislike me for being old?"

After all, he was about six or seven years older than her, and she was only in her early twenties when he passed his thirties, so he was indeed older.

Chu Yunyao smoothed his slender eyebrows, and quickly explained: "No, no, my husband is in his prime, exactly my favorite age..."

Mo Lingyuan's brain circuit is really different from others', it's clearly a word of praise for him, but it can be understood like this.

Chu Yunyao said with a grin: "You have such a temper, fortunately you met a woman like me. If you change to a sensitive and suspicious one, I don't know what will happen."

Mo Lingyuan's thin lips curled slightly, and there was a slight smile in his eyes, which were as dazzling as shooting stars, "I only like women like you in this life, and I wouldn't even look at a sensitive and suspicious one." Will take another look."

Chu Yunyao squinted at him: "Under my training, my husband has actually learned to speak sweet words, a child can be taught."

Mo Lingyuan: "..."

Bao'er pushed the door open and came in, seeing the two flirting and scolding. Chu Yunyao pinched Grandpa's nose for a while, and pinched Grandpa's ears for a while, but Grandpa just let the young lady mess around with a doting look on her face. Where is the slightest sign of anger?

I am afraid that the master is so good-tempered that he has no bottom line to indulge the lady only in front of the lady. Even Mr. Mu dare not approach the study room. As soon as the lady comes, he will coax the always cold-faced grandfather into a smile.

Holding the plate, Bao'er put the food on the table with her head down, bowed and retreated.

After lunch, the drowsy drowsiness struck again, just as Chu Yunyao stood up, she felt dizzy and swayed, if not for being supported by Mo Lingyuan, she almost fell to the ground.

Mo Lingyuan put his arms around her shoulders, bent over without any explanation, and hugged her horizontally: "I'll send you back to the bedroom to rest."

Chu Yunyao rubbed her brows with her fingertips: "I'm fine..."

"No matter if you have anything to do, go back to your room and sleep." Mo Lingyuan looked solemn, pushed open the bedroom door, and put her on the bed, "Before you go back to Jincheng, don't worry about anything, leave it to me, You can rest well."

Chu Yunyao still wanted to say something, but Mo Lingyuanjun's face was filled with dryness, "Don't you listen to what your husband says?"

Seeing that he was faintly angry, Chu Yunyao felt anxious and guilty.

She pondered for a moment, didn't say anything, yawned, closed her eyes, and said lazily, "I'm going to He's house at night, remember to wake me up, if I sleep too deeply, I'll take a few drops of cold water On my face, I woke up."

Mo Lingyuan clenched his back teeth, and replied perfunctorily: "Okay."

As soon as the words fell, Chu Yunyao had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Mo Lingyuan stroked her delicate eyebrows with calloused fingertips, his face full of distress.

When it was almost night, Mu Qing knocked on the door, and a low voice came from outside the door: "Master, the car is ready, you can go to He's house."