Received a Wife From the Civil Affairs Bureau

Warm breath hit her face, Jiang Ziquan was a little distracted again, and the bed wasn't big enough, so she answered the question indiscriminately: "Make the blindfold brighter."

Not only that, Teacher Shen seemed to be groping around her side, and the feeling seemed to be magnified a bit in the extremely quiet night.

"What are you doing so far away from me? Be careful of catching a cold." Shen Yumo pulled the quilt to cover her again.

Jiang Ziquan sighed, turned on the small light, and said with a smile, "I suddenly had an inspiration, and I have something to draw."

"So late?" Shen Yumo looked at his watch and said worriedly, "It's almost twelve o'clock."

"It's okay, you go to sleep first." Jiang Ziquan kissed her forehead lightly: "Go to sleep, my Sleeping Beauty."

"Then you should wear thicker clothes."

Jiang Ziquan said that she had something to draw, but she was not completely lying. They still wanted to design their own wedding dress to be more commemorative, but she didn't go through systematic study, but she always had an unclear picture in her mind. , judging from the style, it is very likely that the former court painter specially prepared it for Shen Qingyan and Banshuang.

She was a little uncertain whether Mr. Shen would like such a wedding dress, so she might as well draw it out and let Mr. Shen decide.

If, if Teacher Shen is really Banshuang, then she will definitely want to wear such a wedding dress.

Chapter 50

Shen Yumo woke up at six o'clock. Jiang Ziquan's room was really well shaded, and the room was still dark. It was already almost six o'clock in summer, so he half-closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to touch the place next to him.

The coolness from the tentacles refreshed her a lot, she opened her eyes and looked, the flat place really showed that Jiang Ziquan didn't come back to rest last night.

She lowered her eyes, sitting on the bed, playing with Jiang Ziquan's black blindfold in her hand, remembering last night, she didn't know how many times she woke up, and the tiny light coming through the crack of the door turned on unexpectedly. How long, after struggling several times, she still didn't go out and asked her to come back to sleep.

Shaking his head to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, he let go for a while.Shen Yumo opened the door and went out. Seeing Jiang Ziquan curled up on the sofa in the living room, she felt a little helpless. She glanced at the master bedroom. She should be able to sleep. Even if she was afraid of disturbing her sleep, the master bedroom could not sleep. It is also possible to sleep.

Jiang Ziquan is a person who is used to enjoying himself. The sofas he bought are all high-quality and have a large space. Jiang Ziquan, who only wears pajamas, has his legs half curled up. Lying on the sofa is a small one, with his whole head completely buried in the sofa. In the gap of the sofa, only her fluffy hair can be seen, and her hands seem to be still covering her eyes.

Shen Yumo walked over with light steps, and gently covered her with half of the blanket that had fallen on the ground. He squatted halfway beside the sofa, listening to her steady breathing, and touching her soft hair. This kind of situation is often played in TV dramas. The hero always takes the princess back to the bedroom to show his tenderness, consideration and good physical strength.

The corners of Shen Yumo's mouth curled up when she thought of this. With her physical strength, it was impossible to hug Jiang Ziquan, a tall and tall person, but ah, there is another way, and she looked up at her watch again. In an hour's time, she tiptoedly lifted a small corner of the blanket, carefully slid onto the sofa, and slowly moved her hand to Jiang Ziquan's waist. It was such a simple movement, but she couldn't help it after a while. She was sweating thinly, and her heart was still pounding.

"Jingle Bell."

Hearing the phone ringing, Jiang Ziquan first rubbed her eyes, then moved back feelingly, she didn't know what she touched, it was soft and comfortable, and she squeezed it strangely while she was in a daze.

"Um..."

Shen Yumo, whose buttocks were touched, slapped her hand hard, quickly got up from the sofa, looked at Jiang Ziquan who was still confused: "Hurry up and answer the phone."

"Oh." Picking up the phone with his left hand, he still didn't forget to look carefully at his right hand, his eyes seemed to look at Shen Yumo's buttocks, and then looked at her eyes obviously to be sure.

Shen Yumo was a little embarrassed by her look, her eyes averted a little, and it seemed that the other side of the phone had already started talking, so she turned and left.

Jiang Ziquan's eyes followed her footsteps, subconsciously he sat on the sofa and stared at her. The call was made by her sister-in-law Chen Lanyi. The main reason was to let him accompany her to the prenatal checkup. Jiang Zitao was away on a business trip recently and had no time go with her.

Jiang Ziquan also went there a few times. She has been staying at home recently and has plenty of time, so she agreed after thinking about it.

Shen Yumo saw a few pieces of drawing paper on the table, a few more were thrown in the trash can next to it, there were refreshing drinks on the table, and there were even two half-remained cigarette butts in the ashtray.

I knew she had finished the phone call without hearing a voice, pointed to the paintings, and asked, "Can I see it?"

"Well, yes, I'm going to change clothes, and I'm going to accompany my sister-in-law to the birth checkup later." Jiang Ziquan nodded, holding a small blanket in his hand, still wondering whether he should call Mr. Su today, sleeping on the sofa every day It's really uncomfortable.

There is only a corolla on the drawing paper, only half of it. Although it has not been painted, the pattern is densely packed and very delicate. The little phoenix on it is lifelike, and there are a few bells on the side. Every stroke is like fine carving. cut like.