My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

"Sister Mo!"

As Zhang Zhiqin watched Mo Yan's figure gradually walk away, this courage finally mustered up the courage and shouted:

"Sorry, can you forgive me?"

Mo Yan's figure stopped and forced the almost unbearable smile on his face back. Only then did he turn around slowly, maintaining his cold appearance.

"Where are you sorry for me?"

Seeing that Sister Mo was still angry, Zhang Zhiqin immediately said bitterly:

"That night, I was too stupid that night, if..."

Mo Yan stared at him: "What if?"

"If God gives me another chance, I will definitely not coax you to sleep again. I, I will keep you awake!"

Zhang Zhiqin closed his eyes and shouted loudly.

"Only you?"

Mo Yan's eyes were cold, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raised a high arc.

"Wow, Sister Mo, you laughed, you finally laughed!"

Zhang Zhiqin was very spiritual tonight, and he saw the smile at the corner of Mo Yan's mouth at a glance. He hurried to Mo Yan's face and talked about it:

"Sister Mo, did you forgive me?"

Mo Yan was seen through by Zhang Zhiqin, kicked him with some irritation, and turned and walked into the elevator.

Ouch!

Zhang Zhiqin clutched his calf and looked at the moody Sister Mo blankly.

"Come in!"

Mo Yan glared at him and urged.

"Oh, oh, good!"

Zhang Zhiqin was overjoyed and hurried into the elevator, looking at Mo Yan with joy.

"Hey, Sister Mo, are you really not angry anymore?"

"Shut up." Mo Yan looked ahead coldly.

"Oh." Zhang Zhiqin covered her mouth, looked sideways at Mo Yan, giggling as she watched.

Mo Yan was so annoyed by him that he turned his head to stare at this guy, and couldn't help but raise his hand to give him a hard look.

"Oh, Sister Mo, why are you hitting me again?"

Zhang Zhiqin stroked her shoulder inexplicably.

"Silly fork, idiot!"

Mo Yan couldn't stop the fight, hammering the idiot with both hands, venting fiercely in his mouth:

"You think I'm old, right? I don't want to post it? Isn't my old lady so cheap?! Some of my old ladies are chased by people, so why should I make you an idiot?!"

Seeing that Sister Mo's eyes seemed to be a little wet, Zhang Zhiqin stood there and dared not move, letting Mo Yan punch and kick to vent on him.

Ding!

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, the elevator door opened, and a man was about to step in. He was stunned when he saw the scene inside.

Mo Yanzheng was able to fight vigorously, and he kept his hands when he was seen, even turning his head and glaring at the man:

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm sorry, you continue." The man was immediately suppressed by Sister Mo's momentum, and he hurriedly quit, and helped press the elevator's close button.

The elevator door closed, and Mo Yan continued to punch and kick, venting his frustration to Zhang Zhiqin over the past few days.

Zhang Zhiqin didn't dare to move, and continued to let Sister Mo vent.

Although he is a bit naive, after thinking for so long these days, he also understands why Sister Mo is so angry.

She was so proactive that she was lying on the bed, but she was so stupid that she didn't appreciate it, which hurt her self-esteem too much.

At this time, if Sister Mo was asked to vent her vent, she would be able to forgive herself, and Zhang Zhiqin was quite willing.

Moreover, although Sister Mo seemed to be playing fiercely, it didn't hurt much.

Ding!

Finally, the elevator stopped on the 21st floor where Mo Yan lived.

Sister Mo stopped her hand panting. At this moment, she had messy hair and disheveled clothes. She walked out of the elevator, bending over and panting.

Zhang Zhiqin followed her quietly, and asked cautiously: "Sister Mo, are you okay? Do you want to beat me a few more times?"

It doesn’t hurt anyway, so you won’t be afraid of playing more.

The guy thought hopingly.

Mo Yan glanced at this guy, and suddenly raised his foot and kicked his calf on the face bone.

Ouch!

The silly fork made a scream like a pig, and jumped there with his leg and one foot.

Without looking at him, Mo Yan took out the key to open the door and walked in.

"Fuck, it hurts!"

Zhang Zhiqin walked into Mo Yan's house while rubbing his calf, and immediately reacted.

It turned out that it was not that Sister Mo had no strength to beat people, but that she didn't really try her best?

"stop."

Suddenly, Mo Yan stopped Zhang Zhiqin from continuing to walk in, she said seriously:

"Do you know what it means for a woman to invite a man into her home so late?"

Zhang Zhiqin was there for a long time before repliing: "I know..."

"Have you figured it out then?" Mo Yan looked at him, "Step into this door, and you can't go back."

Mo Yan looked calm, but his hands behind his back were shaking slightly.

Zhang Zhiqin's feet stopped at the door of Mo Yan's house, half on the hard ground outside and half on the carpet at the entrance.

Standing at the door, Mo Yan's expression suddenly became serious, his red lips opened, and he said seriously:

"If you enter this door, from now on, you must protect me, cherish me, tolerate my temper, accompany me to be happy when I am happy, and make me happy when I am angry. You must work hard. , To be my support,

And I will treat you wholeheartedly, support your work, and take care of your life. I am not a perfect woman who can go to the hall or the kitchen, but I will work hard.

We must support each other and be filial to each other's parents. If we have children in the future, we must work hard to raise the children together and give them a good life and a good education..."

Seeing Zhang Zhiqin's expression dumbfounded, Mo Yan couldn't help but laugh at himself:

"Are you scared?"

She lowered her head slightly, her face showing a rare low self-esteem.

"I will be thirty-four years old soon. A woman at this age may be really late if she doesn't marry and have children.

Therefore, I am not like those girls of your age who are romantic, gentle, and affectionate, but I am very realistic. I fall in love for marriage and for the rest of my life.

If you are scared, I will say sorry to you, you are still young, and there are many opportunities to choose, I will not blame you,

I hope to be friends in the future...what are you doing?"

Mo Yan was talking, but when Zhang Zhiqin suddenly took out his mobile phone, he seemed to have sent a message.

"Let me tell Brother Fang."

Zhang Zhiqin grinned and turned the screen of his phone towards Mo Yan. It was the WeChat he had just sent to Fang Xiaole:

"Brother Fang, I won't be back to the hotel tonight."

Afterwards, he raised his foot and stepped into Mo Yan's house, and walked in front of Mo Yan handsomely.

"Dating not for the purpose of marriage is a hooliganism, Sister Mo, I am not a hooligan!"

Mo Yan glanced at him coldly, pointed to the shoe cabinet and said, "Wearing shoe covers, I only dragged the floor yesterday."

"Oh." Zhang Zhiqin's outfit was forced to fail, so he had to go back to the door, bend down to put on shoe covers, and muttered as he put on:

"Sister Mo, next time I take you home to see my parents, don't worry, my aunt likes you so much. My parents will definitely not object.

By the way, my parents will definitely ask when we get married, but I still don’t have the money to buy that kind of big diamond ring. Would you like to wait for me to make enough money... Huh?"

Suddenly, Zhang Zhiqin felt that his collar was caught, and his whole body was slammed against the wall, facing a pair of cold and charming eyes.

Then, a mature female voice full of magnetism sounded in the ear:

"Stop talking, kiss me."