In her past life, her family was destroyed and she died tragiously on the open sea.
Reborn in a new life, what bad intentions could Shangguan Wu possibly have? She simply wants to take reveng...
"But Wu Bao..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Xiaoxian interrupted him: "Wu Bao is full, you should eat yours."
Shangguan Lin said "Oh" and buried his head in his rice.
Not long after, Gu Yunzhen returned pushing the stroller. He brought Shangguan Wu a change of clothes.
Xiao Tianyou received unanimous care from the Shangguan family.
After playing for a while, Xiao Tianyou yawned repeatedly and fell asleep with his eyes closed.
It was almost 11 o'clock, and everyone had gone to sleep.
Shangguan Wu and Gu Yunzhen arrived at a guest room on the third floor.
While taking a shower, Shangguan Wu only found her clothes in the bag.
Didn't you bring any clothes?
Gu Yunzhen hummed in agreement: "Wife, I have something to do and need to go out. You should take a shower and go to bed early."
Traditionally, the bride and groom are not allowed to meet the day before the wedding.
However, he and Shangguan Wu had already registered their marriage and were legally married.
So I didn't shy away from these things.
However, the two cannot sleep together the night before the wedding.
Shangguan Wu asked in confusion, "Where are you going?" Tomorrow is Third Brother's wedding, he won't be busy, will he?
"It's related to the wedding," Gu Yunzhen said succinctly.
Well!
Shangguan Wu was taken aback: "Do I have to keep this a secret too?"
"It has to be kept a secret from you," Gu Yunzhen thought to himself, but he gave a cryptic smile and said in a mysterious tone, "Wife, you'll find out tomorrow morning."
Shangguan Wu assumed that his third brother had asked him to keep it a secret, so he didn't press him for details and waved his little hand, saying, "Go on, go on."
Gu Yunzhen's eyebrows twitched slightly.
The next second, he strode up to her, lifted her chin, and placed a kiss on her soft lips.
Goodnight, my wife.
This light kiss contained no desire, like a butterfly landing on a newly blossoming flower, touching but not touching.