Chief Press Officer - Chapter 843

Qin Yi quickly hid behind him, “nothing.”

It’s just a cover up.

Zhou Muze did not expose her. He laughed and sat down on the bed.

How can Qin think about her wedding night! Anyway, it should be a little different, right?

The brain is running at full speed, the eyes are whirling around, and the appearance of a soul is out of place.

Zhou Muze is not satisfied, and leans over and presses her half under his body.

Qin Yi gently called, subconsciously refused: “you, you, what are you doing?”

Zhou Muze was amused, “wedding night, what do you say I want to do?”

“No, no!”

“Well?”

“It can’t just be like this or something.” She couldn’t say it clearly, but she didn’t want to sleep like this.

“What do you want?” The man asked her kindly.

“I haven’t thought about it yet!”

Zhou Muze couldn’t help but smile, which made her angry, “what’s the smile?”?! Don’t laugh Did she bother to think of a beautiful and unforgettable wedding night just for herself?! I don’t understand at all that she’s trying so hard!

“I didn’t laugh at you.” He pecked at the corner of her lip. “It’s very happy. I’m very happy when you’re so attentive.”

Qin Yi looks at him, his eyebrows and eyes are full of smile, and the whole person is in high spirits. He is really happy.

I was infected by him before I knew it.

Raising her hand to touch his eyebrows and eyes, she could not help kissing, and was really happy.

She suddenly thought of a question at the dinner, “Zhou Muze.”

“Well?”

“When did you first kiss me?”

Her eyes are black and white, clear, even clearer than the clearest spring water. People can’t help but want to hide. So he covered her eyes and said, “do you think I will kiss you on my own initiative?”

“Why not?” She took off his hand and gazed at him with her clean eyes. She said, “I’m a good and smart character. I’m so popular. It’s normal for you to like me secretly.”

Zhou Muze laughed, “yes, I don’t like how can you get your custody?”

“Don’t change your concept!” She was very dissatisfied. “Why did you answer me head on? Did you kiss me before I told you? Ah! You have been in love with me for a long time

More said the more ridiculous, Zhou Muze pinched her nose, “I’m not so abnormal.”

When she is 16 years old, she has been in love since she was 16 years old. However, she has not been in love since she was 16 years old But like your younger generation?

“When did you first kiss me She didn’t give up.

“When did you kiss me for the first time? It wasn’t the confession, was it

“Why should I tell you if you don’t say so?”

“You shouldn’t be clear about yourself before you ask someone else?” Men reveal the essence of businessmen, “this is fair.”

Qin Yi really wanted to know whether he had secretly kissed himself, hesitated for a moment, and said, “I’ll tell you, and you’ll tell me.”

“Well.”

The man always said what he said. Qin Yi was relieved, “you flew from Europe to Washington to celebrate my birthday night.”

Zhou Muze quickly remembered, “when I fell asleep on the sofa?”

“Well…” Qin Yi hugged his neck in a soft voice, “you look very serious. I’m afraid I’ll be punished if I don’t obey the rules. However, no one has ever tried so hard to be nice to me except Mommy. I can’t control myself when I see you sleeping on the sofa. I will fall in love with you

Zhou Muze couldn’t laugh or cry, “can I help you?”

“It’s up to you.” Qin Yi rubbed his forehead, “if you were not so nice to me and so attractive, I would not fall in love with you.”

Zhou Muze does not agree with her saying, “there are not many excellent and kind-hearted people, but also many, but not every pair of men and women will love each other.”

“But I have only one you.” Qin Yi is full of heart and eyes.

“Would you fall in love with someone good and kind to help you?”

Qin Yi recalled that the man was eating a hypothetical vinegar. She couldn’t help laughing. She thought about it carefully. She was not sure how many people could really love in this life, but she felt that she was the only one. She would not fall in love with anyone except Zhou Muze.

His character, his appearance and his ability met at such an appropriate time.

No one can do anything but him.

She said, “I’ll only love you.”

Zhou Muze held her face, gave a deep kiss, and whispered, “I will only love you.”Qin Yi seldom heard him say such love words. He was a little excited and gave him a kiss back, so both of them were excited.

“Wait, wait.” She gasped. “You haven’t told me when you kissed me.”

“No

“What’s not?”

“I didn’t kiss you before we were together.”

Like a basin of cold water pouring down, to Qin Yi to a heart cool, “I don’t believe, before you why not answer Mingzhao?”

He looked at her deeply and hesitated, “I don’t think it’s good to say it.”

“What’s wrong? Say it quickly

“Save face for you.” He said.

Qin Yi was stunned, then clenched his fist and hammered his chest, “who wants you to save face for me! You lied to me, didn’t you? ”

“What are you doing He reluctantly held her hands, “you see is secretly kiss me, if I did not, say how embarrassed you are?”

Qin Yi was so angry that he was so disgusted to tell the truth!

Zhou Muze, however, loves her hairy appearance, which is so cute that people can’t help it. Maybe it should be said that he loves all her looks. Now, people are annoyed, or they have to be noisy. The wedding night has not really started yet. “I’m wrong. I should wake up earlier and kiss you earlier.”

“You…” The more he said, the more angry he was, and soon began to push him.

“Well, well, it’s my fault. I’m sorry.” He coaxed softly.

“An apology is just a mouth?”

He laughs, “otherwise, I’ll read you a poem?”

“Read poetry?”

“Well.”

Qin Yi remembers the poem he read to himself in the hospital last time. He still doesn’t know what it is. “What’s the name of the poem you read to me last time?”

He said a word, which is the pronunciation of Spanish.

Qin Yi still doesn’t know what it means. “What does Chinese mean?”

“Grapes.”

She recalled that she had never heard of the poem grape in Russian poetry, but she did not know much about Russian literature, except for the most famous ones.