1858: C1858 Her Mood Was Very Beautiful

C1858 Her Mood Was Very Beautiful

Chen Yufen suddenly felt a lot better.

When she was in a bad mood, there were people who were worse than her. She was happy.

Mu Xiaohuan got out of the car and jogged around the car. She went back to the driver's seat and started the car herself. The car was very fast. With a whoosh, it drove far away.

"Wife, let's go in."

Rong Zhikuan coaxed Chen Yufen in a small way.

In his heart, he blamed his father-in-law for choosing a bad day.

On a happy day, unpleasant things happened one after another.

On the other side, the wedding banquet of Chen Family had officially begun. On the other side, Jun Zhao and his wife were still on their way home. Jun Zhao asked Siyu, "Have you vented your anger?"

Yang Siyu first asked him, "If I laugh out loud now, will I be told?"

"Who dares to talk about you? If you want to laugh, laugh as loudly as you can. If anyone dares to say a word about you, your husband will stand up for you."

"Then I won't be polite."

After Yang Siyu finished speaking, she laughed wildly. As she laughed, she even patted Jun Zhao's thigh.

"Jun Zhao, it's so satisfying. It's really too satisfying. Look at Chen Yufen's unbelievable look. I wanted to laugh on the spot. It was too hard to hold back my laughter. Hahaha, and that scumbag Rong Zhikuan's pale face. I felt very happy. Hahaha! "

She was laughing as happily as she could when she was mocked by them back then.

It turned out that slapping others in the face was really satisfying.

Luckily, Jun Zhao could endure it for so long. It was only today that he revealed his identity as the third young master of Jun Family.

When the guests of the Chen Family knew the whole story, they would probably treat Chen Yufen and her husband as idiots.

Jun Zhao looked at her hand that was fiercely slapping his thigh.

It was getting more and more painful, but he still did not say a word. He let her pat his thigh while laughing wildly.

Yang Siyu laughed until her stomach hurt. She was also tired from slapping his thigh. Only then did she stop patting his thigh.

After stopping, she looked down and found that her hand was on Jun Zhao's thigh. She said,... "Jun Zhao, just now, I slapped your thigh?"

Jun Zhao asked her, "You patted for so long, is your thigh painful?"

Yang Siyu shook her head.

It did not hurt. It did not hurt at all.

"I really slapped your thigh. After so long, and I slapped so hard, why didn't you remind me?"

Yang Siyu immediately felt her heart ache for her man.

She felt heartache and wanted to push Jun Zhao's pants up to see if his thigh was swollen from being slapped by her.

Jun Zhao grabbed her hand and whispered into her ear, "Go home. I'll take off my pants for you to see. You have to compensate me for the swelling."

Yang Siyu blushed and quickly pushed him away.

"Are you a fool? I slapped the wrong one. You didn't say anything."

Yang Siyu's voice was shy and delicate, and her face was burning red. Jun Zhao almost couldn't control himself when he saw her. He wanted to push her down in the car.0

"As long as you are satisfied with the picture. Are you happy now? Do you still want to laugh? Do you still want to smack your thighs? I'll slap your thigh as well. It doesn't matter if it's swollen or not, as long as you're happy."

" I'm done laughing. It's very satisfying, very satisfying. "

Yang Siyu felt that this was the happiest moment she had in recent days.

She had slapped the face of a scumbag man and a scumbag woman.

She had also gotten another husband who loved and doted on her. As for whether he loved her or not, Yang Siyu did not dare to say.

After all, she and Jun Zhao had a fleeting marriage. Even if Jun Zhao was very good to her and was very close to her, she did not dare to say that he had fallen in love with her.

After seeing the attitude of the men from the Jun Family towards their wives, Yang Siyu felt that Jun Zhao had inherited the style of the elders. He did not really love her.

Jun Zhao put his arm around her shoulder and let her head lean on his shoulder. His head was pressed against her head.

"Siyu."

"Yes, of course."

"In the future, can you peacefully be my wife?"

Yang Siyu said,... "I am at ease to be your wife."

Jun Zhao planted a gentle kiss on her forehead and said gently, "Okay, I know."

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