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When the man heard his words, he looked at me very seriously. In the end, he actually nodded and said, "It does feel more beautiful the more I see it."

"Impudent! Who allowed you to see this young master's woman?" He unceremoniously raised his foot and kicked him. "Scram, I don't like you to come and worry."

"Hur hur, let's just watch and see." He laughed as he spoke and even started to size me up. In the end, he even said in a serious tone, "Young Master Xia, it seems like she doesn't like you? "Right." He nodded his head heavily and confirmed that he was right. "She is very calm. She is far from being on the same side as you."

"Get lost." "I hate to see you, so get lost! She's my woman, and I don't like her, so why would I like you? I'll do whatever I ask of her, and she'll do it for me, Zhi Qiu. Pick out the fish bones."

I picked up a piece of fish, picked it up with my chopsticks, and put it in the small bowl in front of him. I thought about what kind of friends he had, and why didn't he go away and say such weird things? It would really kill him, and I didn't want him to think about anything else. I didn't want to argue with him, I didn't want to go into a cold war with him.

He smirked and looked at the slightly drunk man, saying, "Did you see that?" The man shook his head and said honestly, "I didn't see it. It seems like my family's little girl can do this too. I told them to head east, but they didn't dare. I told them to head west. They didn't head south. "Haha, I understand. Young Master Xia, you've brought your little girl out."

He flew into a rage, "Ma Wenxuan, are you courting death?"

"Haha, don't get angry from embarrassment. There are many concubines like my family, and even the little Nineteen that you like listens to me like this. But my mother told me that this is obedience, not feelings." He said with a little headache, "I don't know why I married the nineteenth woman, but my mother still said that I don't understand emotions. How about this, I'll trade Little Nineteen for yours.

"Scram." He stood up, grabbed a teacup, and threw it at Ma Wenxuan. "You have to mind my business. If I like her, she won't dare disapprove of me."

He pointed at him and yelled, "Look, look! She's very quiet. She's completely different from you. If you make a ruckus, this young master still doesn't know your character. Haha, I'm trying to make you angry. Beat me up."

The two of them had really started fighting, and the waiter was actually watching them while wiping the table as if they were used to it.

He came out to play and was very successful. No one treated him as the emperor, so he also enjoyed this kind of relaxed and calm life of his.

I ate the so-called notorious rotten chicken in silence. It was quite fragrant, but I didn't really like it. I nibbled at the vegetables with my chopsticks and slowly chewed them. The two men were still as childish as before.

He walked back with a somewhat jet-black face. It seemed that he wasn't just playing around. That Young Master Ma had been supported back by a few servants.

I looked at the dust on his face and saw that it was silent. He leaned his face over me and said lightly, "Wipe it for me."

I took out a handkerchief and lightly wiped his face. His face was clean, but he was not in the mood to eat. He looked out of the window, a bit expressionless.

The father-in-law who was standing carefully looked at his face and signaled me not to make him unhappy.

I could see that he was holding back his anger, and I would not have provoked him if he had not spoken.

As he drank the tea cup by cup, the snow started to fall outside the window again.

The white was as light as cotton wool. The more he looked at it, the lazier his heart felt.

He didn't look like he was going to leave. It was a bit boring when he sat down. I reached out my hand to feel the coldness of the drizzle on my fingertip. This was how my life would be in the future.

The snow melted at the tips of his fingers, and when it did, it turned into water that dripped down.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and wiped the coldness off my fingertips. "It will freeze."

He turned around and smiled at him. "Not cold."

"You don't seem to like the food here."

I smiled and said nothing.

He sighed and put his big hands on mine. He lowered his long eyelashes and let them fall like light and shadow over his eyes. He looked a little lazy and intoxicated. "I want you to join my life. It seems like you don't like it."

"I'm just not used to it." I said softly.

He held my hand and stood up. "It's getting late. Let's go back."

As he sat in the carriage, he did not say a word. The market in the afternoon, however, had turned cold.

Was his life really like this? Fighting with someone, or fighting with them... A beautiful woman. "

"Do you like the plum blossoms?" he asked me suddenly.

I thought about it and said, "It's okay, the flowers are pretty."

He squeezed my hand. "Don't put too much pressure on your heart."

I was surprised. Did he want to know more about me? But now I was so obedient that it was exactly what he wanted.

He whispered in my ear, "What I want is your heart."