On this day, Ye Xuanji got up early in the morning. [Baidu + Google search www
After taking a walk in the garden, I felt a little sweaty.
Mo Qingcheng had a half-day of free time and did not go out again. He stayed at home with his beloved wife.
When Ye Xuanji was practicing boxing, he would come up and give some advice, which benefited Ye Xuanji a lot.[
Ye Xuanji practiced again according to his instructions and felt much more relaxed.
Turning his head to one side, he saw Mo Qingcheng sitting at a small stone table, drinking tea leisurely.
Behind him is a plum blossom, full and bright red, blooming sparsely behind him.
The early morning sunshine danced on him, and he sat there, like an elegant splash-ink landscape, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
Ye Xuanji sighed.
Her husband had a good appearance, and the more she looked at her, the more satisfied she became——
"Come here." Mo Qingcheng waved to her.
Ye Xuanji obediently walked over, and Mo Qingcheng handed her a cup casually: "This is brewed with snow lotus. Try it. Do you think it tastes good to you?"
This kind of tea is both nutritious and has a light sweet aroma, which is exactly what Ye Xuanji likes to drink.
She drank up a cup of tea in two or three gulps and stretched out her hand unceremoniously: "One more cup!"
Mo Qingcheng smiled slightly, with a look of helplessness on his handsome face: "Idiot, you have to drink tea, and you are not allowed to drink it like this."
Even though he said this to her, he still poured her another glass.
His movements are elegant and calm, and every move is smooth and flowing, making people feel happy to see him.
Ye Xuanji couldn't help but follow him again.
She didn't know why, but such a scene and such sweetness always made her feel unreal.
Happiness doesn't seem real.
She couldn't help but want to hold on tighter, and then hold on tighter...
After drinking the cup of tea, Ye Xuanji sat in his arms.
Fidgeting with his slender fingers: "Qingcheng, how about playing me a piece of music? I'll be a prenatal educator."[
"Prenatal education?" Mo Qingcheng raised his eyebrows: "How do you say it?"