Love after Marriage

BLOOPERS

　In the end, they didn't go to see the mattress worth a million, nor did they go to see the dressing table that made Wen Qian blush and her heart beat faster. Instead, they went to the pier.

　　The cruise ship that Shang Mo gave her has been docked, waiting alone for its owner's favor.

　　When Wen Qian saw the car driving out of Beijing North City, she felt happy and lowered the window to let the breeze blow through it.

　　The sunlight flowed in with the wind, brushing against her cheek, illuminating her dark almond-shaped eyes, and her palm-sized face was filled with a smile.

　　"Is it okay to go out like this?" If I remember correctly, Shang Mo spent all his time on work. It was also said on the Internet that he worked almost every day of the year.

　　"I told you, it's okay for me to accompany you." Shang Mo said gently.

　　If Wen Qian interpreted it carefully, she would understand that what he meant was that you are the exception.

　　However, she was attracted by the beautiful scenery outside the window at this moment, and did not think deeply about the meaning of his words. She raised the corners of her lips and said, "It's OK."

　　Another gust of wind blew, ruffling the hair on her shoulders and leaving a layer of fine pimples on the side of her neck. It was winter after all, and even if the sun was high and the sunshine was bright, the wind was still cold.

　　She flinched.

　　Shang Mo kept seeing her in his peripheral vision. When he saw her tremble slightly, he signaled the driver to close the rear window.

　　Wen Qian turned her head and said coquettishly, "I haven't seen enough."

　　"It's cold," Shang Mo said, "You'll catch a cold."

　　Wen Qian was not very happy and kept pursing her lips. Shang Mo comforted her gently: "If you are sick, the baby will not be well. Do you hope that the baby will not be well?"

　　How could she bear to see the baby suffer? The unhappiness in her heart disappeared immediately, and she pursed her lips, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

　　Shang Mo raised the corners of his lips, raised his head and touched her head, coaxing her gently like a child, "So good."

　　So good? ? !

　　Wen Qian pouted and reminded, "Mr. Shang, I'm not a child."

　　Shang Mo smiled, leaned closer, and whispered something extremely ambiguous into her ear, which made Wen Qian shudder.

　　He said, "You are my little friend."

　　Wen Qian: "..."

　　In Wen Qian's original impression, Shang Mo was only capable at work, and everything else about him was average. But now, that has changed a lot. He is not only capable at work, but also good at sweet talk.

　　She got goose bumps when she heard this.

　　Unconsciously, she raised her hands and rubbed her arms, as if trying to rub something away.

　　She pursed her lips and swallowed, then supported herself on the seat with her hands and moved her body back, slightly increasing the distance between them, and smiled unnaturally.

　　Not knowing how to respond, she simply kept silent.

　　Shang Mo was not in a hurry. She didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything either. At an arm's length away, she stared at the scenery outside in a daze, and he stared at her.