After Li Muqi sent his parents out of Haishi on Tuesday morning, he called Yang Xinyue.

"Wife, I sent my parents away. I went directly to the customer's side and stopped entering the company. You have a good meal alone at noon. I will pick you up after get off work in the evening. Go back to your place first, and then I will help you move the things to my place."

"Okay. Have you packed up Cui Yuanyuan's things?"

"Well, I've put it in the small bedroom."

Yang Xinyue nodded in agreement.

In the afternoon, Li Muqi finished his business and went home first, asked the furniture store to send a new bed and mattress, and asked the workers to help with the decoration.

They also helped recycle the old bed and mattress.

After making the bed, I cleaned up my house again and went to pick up Yang Xinyue when it was almost time to get off work.

"Wife, you just have a box?"

Li Muqi was a little dissatisfied with what Yang Xinyue had packed.

"What's wrong?" Yang Xinyue looked at her box.

"You are not going to return the house? You have moved a box to the house?"

"My rental period has not yet arrived, and I have paid the rent. Besides, I can't move so much at once, and you can't hold the car. Next time I will find a moving company to move with you."

"Then you should at least get more done. I'll move a little bit every day, and I'll always help you move it within a week."

"My books are heavy. I don't have an elevator, so I can fold your waist. Let's find a moving company next time, and I'll move them all at once."

"Oh well."

The two returned to Li Muqi's house.

The car parked in the basement, went upstairs, and reached the door.

"Wife, close your eyes."

"What are you doing? Are you still surprised?" Yang Xinyue turned her head to look at him.

"You are obedient and close your eyes."

Yang Xinyue smiled and closed her eyes, while Li Muqi was still worried that he could stretch out one hand to cover her eyes.

Li Muqi opened the door, Yang Xinyue held his hand, groped, and took a small step to follow him into the house.

I was curious and didn't know what he was going to do.

After walking a few steps, he felt Li Muqi put down his hand that blocked her eyes: "Wife, you can open your eyes."

Yang Xinyue narrowed her eyes slightly to adapt to the light indoors, and then, what did she see?

On the floor covered with European-style floor tiles, red rose petals were sprinkled with thick layers, spreading from the door to the bedroom room...

A large bouquet of heart-shaped red roses was lying quietly in the living room, waiting for her hostess.

"Wife, welcome home!"

Yang Xinyue stared at this scene blankly. Before she could react at first, she felt her eyes wet and she had to rush down if there was something to rush down...

"What are you doing..."

Covered his face and squatted on the ground.

The crying sounded.

He was frightened to Li Muqi: "Wife, what's wrong with you, wife?"

I hurriedly squatted down and hugged her.

Yang Xinyue covered her face and cried. She had never felt such a surprise or such a romance...

This redness stimulated her.

It seems that the moment a traveler who had been dry in the desert had seen Luzhou.

The surprise and excitement were almost unable to stop jumping out.

"Wife, why are you still crying? Are you unhappy?" Li Muqi was a little nervous.

Yang Xinyue squatted on the ground, squeezed into his arms, and shook her head: "Why are you doing these things?"

Li Muqi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Who doesn't like flowers?" His wife just now started crying for no reason, and he thought he had made some taboos."

"Silly, I want you to be happy. Do you like it? Well?"

Yang Xinyue nodded in his arms crying.

"Silly, I'm so happy that I'm crying? Are you stupid?" He gently stroked her back as he said.

Yang Xinyue whispered in his arms.

Li Muqi sat quietly with her on the ground, hugged her tightly, and occasionally lowered his head and kissed her.

I felt infinitely moved in my heart: the woman in my arms cried like this just because she bought some flowers and paved a petal road.

Such a small move can be so touched.

It's so easy to satisfy, and it's so pity for him.

"This is your home in the future. Stop crying. I still have a lot of things to show you."

Yang Xinyue raised her head in his arms and looked at him steadily: "Thank you, husband."

Li Muqi was very happy at this moment, as if this was the first time she called him a husband.

She would call him a name and a nickname, but she never seemed to call him a husband.

Li Muqi lowered his head and kissed her...

"Follower, don't thank me for your husband, as long as you are happy. If you are happy, everything I do will have meaning."

Yang Xinyue held his face, pressed against his forehead, and nodded slightly.

"You hug me, I can't get up."

Li Muqi smiled gently and hugged her horizontally: "Okay, my husband will take you through this flower path and take you into our home and into our room."

"Um."

Li Muqi carried her into the master bedroom, but did not put her down: "Look, the new bed I arrived in the afternoon. Although the house is old, the bed is new and no one has slept with it."

Yang Xinyue had just calmed down her emotions and wanted to cry again.

"You don't have to do this."

"No, I want to do this for you. Do you like it or not, and I will change it if you don't like it."

Yang Xinyue nodded in his arms: "I like it. Thank you for all this for me."

"I'm fool, I'm not grateful for it. Look, this bed is big enough, and I'm not afraid of falling off no matter how I roll. Do you want to try it?" Li Muqi said in her ear.

Yang Xinyue beat him, and this person became more and more inappropriate.

But before she could speak, she was put down on the bed...

After a long time, Li Muqi leaned against the head of the bed and hugged her: "Are you cold?"

Yang Xinyue shook her head.

Li Muqi kissed her naked shoulders and pulled the quilt to cover her.

"Wife, is this bed good? Is it suitable for soft and hard? There is no sound at all."

Yang Xinyue hit him and nodded in his arms.

"What about me? OK?"

Yang Xinyue rubbed his chest and didn't say anything.

"Well? Is it good? Didn't I feel it deeply enough just now? Or should we do it again?"

Yang Xinyue retracted into the quilt and took a bite on the soft flesh on his chest.

Li Muqi smiled softly.

He dug her out of the quilt again, held her face and kissed her, and sighed: "It's great, there will be a mistress in this family in the future. Wife, I will see you every day when I wake up in the future, okay?"

"good."

The two of them snuggled quietly, feeling the warmth of this moment.

"Wife, do you want to eat something? You don't use much supper. Can you eat it well if I cook pasta?"

"good."

Li Muqi got up after lifting the quilt.

He deliberately turned around in front of Yang Xinyue: "Wife, is my figure good?"

Yang Xinyue threw her clothes on him and glared at him.

Li Muqi laughed, put on his clothes and turned around and went out.
Chapter completed!