The moment Bei Chenye frowned, Mu Qianyu quickly opened the lid of the food box and saw an exquisite dessert plate with five pieces of dessert on it.
"I love snacks." Mu Qianyu said and went to get them.
"Let's eat tomorrow? Huh?" Beichen put her on the bed at night and ordered the child to bring in some water.
"My husband is stingy. It's just the snacks that are so important." Mu Qianyu was so drunk that she didn't even struggle when she was put on the bed. She just talked like she was dreaming.
The child brought hot water in, and Beichen Ye took a cotton cloth and dipped it in the water to wipe Mu Qianyu's face.
The child was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the aloof Shaojun could actually serve others?
"Where did this thing come from?" Beichenye asked, his voice extremely cold.
"Oh, the disciple brought in the snacks sent by Fairy Nangong." The boy was only eleven or twelve years old, and he still couldn't tell what could be accepted and what could not be received.
"Send it back, and don't accept anything from her in the future." Beichen Ye's voice became even colder.
"Yes." The child agreed and went out with the food box.
Beichenye still frowned. Wasn't what he said clear enough last time? What on earth is Nangongrou thinking in her head? Can she still persist in this situation?
"Husband-kun, why do you seem angry? Are you angry with me?" Mu Qianyu muttered for a long time and saw no one was paying attention to her, so she turned to look at Beichen Ye.
Her eyes were narrowed and her cheeks were red, and she looked very delicious under the night light.
When Beichen Ye focused on Mu Qianyu, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curve, and the anger in his eyes turned into pity: "What stupid things did Madam say? How could I be angry with you? I can't bear to hurt you."
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"Hehe." Mu Qianyu didn't know how much he heard, but he seemed to understand and burst into giggles.
Beichen Ye also laughed, and after scrubbing her hands and feet clean, he helped her take off her coat, got on the bed and held her in his arms.
"My wife is so nice, how can I bother to look at others." Beichenye looked at Mu Qianyu sleeping and felt that his heart was so soft that he almost melted.
Mu Qianyu really drank too much and slept in Beichen Ye's arms all night without seeing or hearing anything.
The next day she woke up at midnight again. When she woke up, she saw the hangover soup on the bedside, and Beichen Ye was no longer around.
She rubbed her head, drank the still warm hangover soup, and stretched again before she felt refreshed.
The casual maid was not here, so she had no choice but to get dressed by herself. She didn't know how to comb her hair, so she hung it in a ponytail. When she was ready to go out, she stood in front of the table.
There were only teapots and teacups on the table at the moment, but she vaguely remembered that there was something else.
Last night, she saw something on it that she was very interested in. She thought about it before falling asleep, but she couldn't remember it.
"Maybe it's a dream?" Mu Qianyu expressed doubts about his own mind, but did not dwell on this issue and walked out quickly.
What Zixiao Dojo brings to the front line is not a tent, but a palace-like residence. Beyond the room is a small courtyard, and the bedrooms are equipped with small kitchens on the sides.
At this moment, the small kitchen was steaming with steam, and she knew without thinking that her husband was cooking. When she walked over, she realized that there was a woman's back in the small kitchen, and there was no figure of Beichen Ye.
While Mu Qianyu was dazed, the girl turned her head and smiled softly: "The emperor is awake?"