When Fu Wencheng entered the room and saw the red quilt on the kang, thinking of the wedding night tonight, the tips of his ears turned slightly red, and he was so nervous that he didn't even know where to put his hands.

Should he take off his clothes first? Or...

Just keep wearing clothes and wait for my wife to take them off? ?

It seems that my little wife is a little shy, and I’m afraid she will have to do it herself in the end.

Just as I was struggling, the door was pushed open without warning.

Fu Wencheng subconsciously looked over there, and when his eyes met the familiar red, his breathing became disordered.

The bone in my back felt numb from the inside out, my Adam's apple rolled violently, and I had to clench my hands tightly to control my urge.

"you.."

The man's sexy and low-pitched voice seemed to explode in her ears. Ming Leyao's slender eyelashes trembled violently, and she awkwardly gathered her carefully groomed long hair.

When she wore this outfit today, she didn't wear a wig, but simply used a curling iron to give her hair a few loose curls.

This combination of purity and charm made Fu Wencheng's eyes turn red.

Ming Leyao plucked up her courage, turned around and closed the door. Her slender waist swayed, making Fu Wencheng's brain go blank as if fireworks had exploded.

"Do you like it?"

"like."

Fu Wencheng stood up and pulled Ming Leyao into his arms. His restrained and hoarse voice sounded in her ears. Ming Leyao's heart was beating irregularly and her hands rested lightly on his chest.

"Yeah?"

Bumping into those peach blossom eyes filled with his own reflection, all his self-control disappeared at this moment. Fu Wencheng lowered his head and fiercely blocked her mouth, like a long-awaited rain after a long drought. The kiss was so fierce that he wished he could swallow her into his stomach.

"Hmm..."

Ming Leyao's moans were like a catalyst. Perhaps men were born to be good at this kind of thing. Except for being a little impatient at the beginning, Fu Wencheng seemed to have turned on a switch and gently rubbed Ming Leyao's lips.

Feeling the struggle of the person in his arms, he quickly pinched her slender waist, turned her around and pressed her against the bright red quilt, fitting his whole body tightly against it.

At this moment, Ming Leyao's nose was filled with the scent of men. The big palm on her slender waist was burning hot. Although there was a layer of cloth between them, she could still feel the stimulation brought by the thin callus.

The howling north wind in winter comes so suddenly, and the strong wind whips the windows wantonly, making layers of impact sounds.

The moonlight released its last rays of light as it was chased by dark clouds. A bright red dress was entangled on the black trousers on the ground. The white bra was torn in the middle and hung on the edge of the kang, precariously. The air was filled with a moist and gorgeous fragrance.

Later, the strong wind turned into a breeze, and Ming Leyao, who tried hard to open her eyes, finally couldn't resist the fatigue and fell into a deep sleep.

Early in the morning, Ming Leyao's biological clock woke her up from her sleep. She opened her eyes blankly and felt uncomfortable because of the dryness in her throat.

"woke up?"

Turning my head slightly, what came into view was that three-dimensional and handsome face, with deep eyes and a gentle smile that concealed all aggression.

The first time Ming Leyao saw Fu Wencheng from this angle and in this identity, she felt quite moved.

At the same time, my legs became weaker.

"I want to..." get up.

Ming Leyao was dumbfounded as soon as she uttered two words.

Is this gritty voice really her own?

"Wait."

Fu Wencheng quickly stood up, the quilt slipped off, revealing his strong muscles, and Ming Leyao subconsciously turned away her eyes.

Mamma mia, that’s so foul.

There was the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other, followed by the collision of the enamel pot and the thermos.

"Drink some warm water to moisten your throat."

Ming Leyao tried to support herself and stand up, but found...

My whole body aches when I move.

"I'll help you."

Fu Wencheng half-knelt carefully on the kang, holding her in his arms, and put the cup of water to his wife's rosy lips, watching her swallow the water bit by bit. Occasionally, a naughty drop of water would run out and slide down her chin to her fair skin.

The hand that was supporting his wife suddenly tightened.

Ming Leyao was startled, raised her head and gave him a reproachful look.

Just this one glance made Fu Wencheng's lower abdomen tighten. His deep black eyes were shining, which made Ming Leyao's scalp tingle.

"I..I'm so tired, you..you go make breakfast."

"You kicked your husband out of bed on your first day of marriage?"

Is this appropriate?

"What if I'm hungry?"

Ming Leyao wrapped herself tightly in a quilt, leaving only a furry head exposed. She looked at him aggrievedly with a pair of wet eyes, which immediately made Fu Wencheng surrender.

"Okay, okay, I'll go make breakfast for you right away. You can take a rest and eat it when you get up."

"Hmmmm, let's go..."

Ming Leyao quickly covered her head with the quilt, rolled herself up in the quilt, and wrapped herself up like a silkworm without leaving a single gap.

Fu Wencheng touched his nose guiltily, then got out of bed and made breakfast for his wife.

Ming Leyao breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the door close.

This man is so physically strong, how can I live in the future, wuwuwuwu, I can’t afford to offend a man who has just started having sex, I really can’t afford to offend him!!!

After resting for ten minutes, Ming Leyao turned her wrist and took out a cup of Golden Lotus Pond water from the space. After drinking it, she continued to lie down to repair her sore body.

Only when he felt less uncomfortable did he quickly get up, get dressed, wash his face and brush his teeth, and appear at the dining table clean and tidy.

But the face was still a little pale.

Fu Wencheng felt particularly distressed when he saw this.

I was thinking that I could buy an old hen for my wife later and make some soup for her to nourish her.

The breakfast was simple. Considering his wife's health, Fu Wencheng cooked some porridge and eggs, and added some pickles. The two sat opposite each other and no one spoke, but an ambiguous atmosphere always lingered around them.

Fu Wencheng wanted to find a topic to end the silence, but suddenly someone slammed the gate of the courtyard and heard a noisy voice.

The first thing the couple created after getting married was destroyed like this. Fu Wencheng's face turned a little colder, but when he raised his head and looked at his wife, he still looked like a gentleman, gentle as jade.

"You eat first, I'll go see what's going on."

"Yeah, okay."

Ming Leyao did not stop her. After all, the two of them had already obtained their marriage certificate yesterday, and she did not want to hide it from anyone.

I was worried that I couldn't find an opportunity to make it public.

Finally, the opportunity came to me.

Fu Wencheng opened the gate and saw Ming Fengshou, with a bruised face and nose, being supported by someone. Chen Gang was lying on the bed, dying, and was being carried by someone. In front of him was the team leader who was speechless. He immediately understood what was going on.

As they had just gotten married yesterday, it was not appropriate to see blood. Fu Wencheng thought that he would deal with these two people in two days, but who knew that they could not wait and came to his door.