The sweet pet of a wealthy family: He Shao's substitute bride

He Yi couldn't help but raised his lips, she was still a little woman, yet she was trembling with fear from a bed sheet.

With her hanging on him like this, he was so happy that he was full of affection, let alone sleepy.

"Honey, you're not afraid of me doing bad things if you're so close to me?"

Jiang Ruoyue was buried in his neck, she didn't dare to raise her eyes, and said sullenly: "Well, you know my aunt is here, you can't mess around."

She was pissed off by him before, and she didn't even think of this omnipotent excuse.

He Yi was slightly taken aback, but now her mind is not confused, she knows that she is inconvenient, and he can't touch her at all, and he doesn't really want her here, but he is thick-skinned and wants to benefit himself, after all, She was too shy, and when he touched her, she moaned and groaned disapprovingly.

Her figure is better than that of a model, he can't bear it at all.

Jiang Ruoyue arched lightly in his neck like a little pig, and asked softly.

"Husband, I have a question for you."

"ask."

"You said, are there ghosts in this world?"

She firmly believes in science, but the scene just now was so weird, it scared her to death, and now she is still in shock.

She was so frightened that her mind froze, and she didn't know if she had asked him this question before, but no matter, let's ask him again.

He Yi lightly patted her upturned buttocks.

"Do you think so, baby?"

Jiang Ruoyue quit, "I asked you, why do you ask me back."

"Well... maybe there is, after all, weird things happen every day, and you look at those rich and powerful families, most of them have a Bodhisattva, Avalokitesvara, to drive away disasters and protect evil spirits. There is always some reason for doing so of."

After finishing speaking, a sly smile overflowed from He Yi's mouth, and the harvest effect was not bad, the person in his arms hugged him even tighter.

But I sighed in my heart, where are the ghosts and fools in this world? In some areas, people like to worship at home. It is not so much a superstition as a culture.

When He Yi said this, Jiang Ruoyue felt even more uncertain.

He Yi took the opportunity to kiss her on the forehead. Her skin was not only white, but also elastic. When he kissed her, it was like biting a sweet jelly.

She also obediently did not resist, because she was full of fear, and she didn't even feel anything about He Yi's kiss.

After a while, Jiang Ruoyue said in a nasal voice, "Honey, why don't you close the window tightly, I didn't close it tightly."

"What to do when you close it tightly is to leave a little gap to let fresh air in."

"There is an air conditioner in this room. If you don't need it, you can turn it off, okay?" Jiang Ruoyue begged softly.

He Yilu smiled sweetly, telling him to close the window, Jiang Ruoyue was really scared.But she rubbed back and forth, he endured so much that his voice became hoarse.

"My husband just had the knife done, and I'm afraid that the wound will be touched, so it's not easy to go, baby, go and close it by yourself."

Jiang Ruoyue shook her head immediately, and said in a nasal voice, "No, I won't go."

She felt that she was going, and the white ghost was about to open the window and take her away.

He Yi's low and mellow voice passed over her ears, seductive.

"Be more courageous and close it by yourself. It's not inconvenient, husband."

Jiang Ruoyue also shook her head immediately, "No, I don't want it, husband, please sing me a song, I want to listen to it."

She thought that singing can relieve people's tense nerves.

He Yi couldn't laugh anymore, and his expression froze in the dark, "..." He was asked to sing again, and he who was tone deaf could be better off killing him.

Seeing his silence, Jiang Ruoyue felt aggrieved: "I've sung it to you, but you won't sing it to me."

He Yi quickly relieved, "It's not that I won't sing for you, you also know that my husband is not a singer, and he has no talent in singing. My husband would rather get out of bed and perform two hundred push-ups with one hand for you."

"But I want to listen to music."

He Yi patted her on the back: "Then baby sings by himself, baby sings so well, my husband wants to hear it too."

Jiang Ruoyue was not very happy, "That's okay... I'm a girl, a beautiful girl, I'm a girl, a girl who loves to cry..."

He Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, what kind of song was this, it sounded a bit weird.