Love after Marriage

ENGAGEMENT

Wen Qian's heart started beating uncontrollably. Even though there was still some distance between them, she felt as if they were already close.

　　The unbearable hot breath rushed into her collar. She knew how red her face was without looking at her.

　　But she was the type who would become more courageous after more setbacks, and she couldn't show any guilt at this time. She looked at him with trembling eyelashes, pursed her lips, suppressed her frantic heartbeat, and pretended that nothing had happened. She said in a coquettish voice, "Okay, show me."

　　Shang Mo looked at her, a smile flashed in his dark and deep phoenix eyes. He wanted to tease her because he saw that she was too nervous.

　　Unexpectedly, the little girl was not fooled at all.

　　The corners of his lips curved indifferently, "Want to see? Then change the voice and call me."

　　In private, you always call him "Mr. Shang" or "Wei Wei", but it is not appropriate to address him like this after you get married.

　　He coaxed softly, "Call others and let them listen."

　　"Other? What else?" Apart from that night, the two of them were not very familiar with each other, and Wen Qian really didn't know what to call her except her name.

　　Shang Mo's Adam's apple rolled slowly, and his voice was soft and low, "...husband."

　　Wen Qian: "..."

　　The old man is crazy.

　　Wen Qian didn't know whether she was frightened or for some other reason, and she didn't move for a long while.

　　Seeing this, Shang Mo changed his words, "You can call me Ah Mo, too."

　　The elders in the family call him Amo.

　　Ah Mo...

　　Wen Qian really couldn't bring herself to call a man who was eight years older than her by his nickname, let alone her husband.

　　"How about I just call you Mr. Shang?" She thought this title was pretty good, neither too far nor too close.

　　"You are my wife, not an employee of the company." Shang Mo corrected, "Mr. Shang, that's not possible."

　　Wen Qian once again felt that getting married was too troublesome because she had to change her name.

　　She pouted and said coquettishly, "I don't care. I can't call you husband, and neither can A-Mo. What do you think we should do?"

　　Anyway, there is plenty of time after marriage, Shang Mo is not in a hurry, he raised his eyebrows, "Okay, then it's up to you, call me whatever you want."

　　Wen Qian looked at him suspiciously, and felt more and more that he was not as cold and aloof as the rumors said. In fact, he was quite easy to talk to.

　　She urged, "Go wash quickly, the outsiders are urging you to wash."

　　Shang Mo let go of her hand, turned around, turned on the faucet, and started washing slowly.

　　In Wen Qian's opinion, the word "pleasing to the eye" should be used to describe women, but at this moment she actually felt that it was extremely appropriate to use it on Shang Mo.

　　The light fell down, casting circles of halos on his body. His already cold and white skin looked even more radiant under the light, like the finest glaze, without a single flaw.

　　No matter from which angle you look at it, it is flawless.

　　He was like a finely crafted work of art. The moment he appeared in my eyes, my eyes were brightened.