Love after Marriage

MARRIAGE

Wen Qian's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, why is her brother here too?

　　She didn't know how to explain it, nor was she ready to speak frankly. She mumbled, "It's just...it's just..."

　　She glanced at Shang Mo from the corner of her eye, and seeing him standing there as if nothing had happened, she quietly tugged at the hem of his clothes, asking him to help her cover up her lie.

　　Shang Mo was eager for this matter to be known to others so that he could win the beauty.

　　But he knew it was not possible because the little princess had not agreed, and making a decision on his own would make her unhappy.

　　Through this period of time, he finally understood that when she encountered problems that could not be solved, she had only one solution, which was to escape.

　　He had let her escape twice before, and he was so anxious that he had no time to concentrate on his work. He didn't dare to do it again this time.

　　Hui held her hand, squeezed it gently, and replied to Wen Cong, "You just heard it wrong. It's not a child, it's a brand."

　　"She praised the brand of my suit."

　　As expected of a big boss, his ability to respond is extraordinary, and he immediately thought of what to say.

　　Wen Qian didn't care whether what he said was full of loopholes or not, she nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes, I didn't say the child, I said the brand."

　　Wen Cong looked at them suspiciously, his eyes darting between the two of them, and hummed without any expression.

　　Seeing that he didn't ask any more questions, Wen Qian slowly let go of her worries and followed him to ask, "Brother, why did you come back so suddenly?"

　　"I want to talk to Dad about something." Wen Cong glanced at her belly from the corner of his eye, then looked away without making a sound. Seeing that she was wearing too little, he reminded her, "It's cold, don't wear so little in the future. Aunt Liu, she doesn't care at all."

　　"Aunt Liu is busy in the kitchen." Wen Qian rubbed her arms and said coquettishly, "I'm not cold."

　　Who would believe you if you say you're not cold even though your face is frozen white?

　　Shang Mo followed them and asked casually, "What are you planning to do when you come out?"

　　Wen Qian then remembered what she was going to do. She stopped, turned around, pointed at the tree in the courtyard that she bought from abroad but didn't know its name, and said, "There is a bird on the tree. I want to take a look."

　　"Bird?" Shang Mo looked in the direction of her finger, but the dense yellow branches and leaves blocked the view of the bird.

　　He adjusted his glasses on his nose and asked, "Do you like birds?"

　　Wen Qian likes all small animals. In order to save a stray cat, she stood in the rain for half an hour. Although the cat was saved, she also fell ill in the end.

　　From then on, her family members didn't allow her to touch small animals, for fear that her love would be overflowing and she would get hurt again.

　　Another thing is that she is allergic and is not easily exposed to these things.

　　"I like them." Wen Qian said with a smile, "Don't you think they are cute?"

　　Shang Mo's eyes fell on her face. The girl's porcelain-white skin sparkled under the light and shadow, and her long and fine eyelashes were raised high, forming a beautiful arc.