Mrs. Yue, No... She should be called Mrs. Xia now. The smile on her face slowly bloomed as she reached out her hand."Then in the future, you must be a good husband who listens to your wife."
"I will."
Xia Anlan held her hand.
……
When Yan qingsi woke up, it was already very late. Last night could be said to be a frightening night with many twists and turns. After it ended, she felt like she did not want to move at all. She fell asleep in the car and did not even know when she arrived at the presidential palace or when Yue tingfeng carried her out of the car.
When he opened his eyes, the sky outside had brightened up. It seemed to have cleared up.
The sun shone on the White snow, and it was a little glaring.
Yue tingfeng was nowhere to be seen. He must have woken up a long time ago. Yan qingsi stretched lazily and touched her still-flat stomach. She lowered her head and laughed."Good Morning,"
