My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

What would Yang Jiaxin do to Xiao Ye if she knew that he had revealed her secret?

Most importantly, how should he get along with Xiao Ye in the future?

If Xiao Ye knew that he used him, then we might not even be friends anymore, right?

Geez, what the hell do we do?

Fangfang was usually used to doing things according to Mo Yan's instructions, rarely thinking about such complex issues on her own, and for a while it felt like her brain was stuffed with a confusing bundle of fuses.

Each end of the fuse was burning with zest.

If you want to extinguish this end, that end is already burning up, and when you extinguish that end, this end is about to explode.

Eventually had no choice but to give up and watch as one fuse ignited to the end of the messy bundle, and then bang!

A brain explosion!

Under a dim streetlight, a sleek, cute girl crouched with her head in her hands, wincing and wailing ghostly.

......

......

"This girl Fangfang, she's not going to get into any trouble again, is she?"

At this time, in the bedroom of Mo Yan's house.

The mature and plump woman was undressing while touching her left eyelid that suddenly jumped badly, talking to herself.

Thump.

A careful knock sounded outside the bedroom door, as well as expectant urging sounds.

"Sister Mo, have you changed? I'll be back later."

"Then you can leave now."

Hearing the voice of this product, the corner of Mo Yan's mouth pulled out, took a look at the "short" mature nightdress on the bed, and coldly said outside the door in a bad mood.

"I... I can stay for another half an hour."

The voice replied sluggishly.

"No, it's still work that's important, Plan Zhang don't use your precious time to accompany me, an old woman."

Mo Yan's voice grew colder and colder.

There was actually a reason why she was so angry.

They also hadn't seen each other for a full sixteen days, but Mo Yan was different from Lin Yao, who would very directly say "I miss you" to Xiaole, but Mo Yan was always unable to say such words.

She could only lash out at this big idiot in her usual WeChat and phone calls, or scold him, and then listen to his terrified apologies.

This kind of relationship pattern seemed to have become a flow between the two.

And Moyo was always on the active side, the idiot was always passive, making Moyo always feel like something was missing.

She didn't really want to be a queen!

She also wanted to be a gentle and well-behaved little woman who could snuggle in her boyfriend's strong arms.

So when the two of them had dinner together at Mo Yan's house and Zhang Zhiqin carefully offered to help Mo Yan see if those two outfits fit.

Mo Yan's heart was so soft that she actually agreed.

Zhang Zhiqin was so excited that he wanted to ask Mo to try on the "super short" JK dress, but in the end he chose the black lace nightgown, which was a little more normal, for survival reasons.

At this moment, he was waiting for the exciting scene at the bedroom door with great anticipation.

"Big Sister Mo, is it ready .....?"

After waiting for another few minutes, Zhang Zhiqin looked at the time and couldn't help but urge again.

But this time, before he finished his words, the bedroom door had already opened.

Zhang Zhiqin abruptly closed his mouth and held his breath.

"Wow ...... uh?"

However, in the next second his expression changed from excited anticipation to dismay.

"Sister Mo, what are you wearing?"

Mo Yan didn't wear that nightgown, but instead wore a loose-fitting housecoat.

With long sleeves on top and long pants below, her whole body was covered tightly, not even much of her body curves could be seen.

Zhang Zhiqin opened her mouth wide and froze in place.

"Disappointed?"

Mo Yan glared at him and stalked over to the couch to sit down.

Pouting her lips and biting her cheeks, the thirty-three-year-old woman looked like an exasperated little girl.

She turned her head to look at Zhang Zhiqin, who was still standing there stupidly, and couldn't help but glare at her.

"Come here!"

"Ohhh."

Zhang Zhiqin hurriedly trotted over and sat down.

"Why are you so far away?"

Moist glared at him again.

"Ohhh."

Zhang Zhiqin hurried over and sat down next to Mo Yan.

"Is your hand like this?"

Mo Smoke gave a disgruntled glance at the product's regular mutual hands.

"How do you put that, then?"

Zhang Zhiqin was silly, not knowing where to put her hand.

Mo Yan couldn't help but roll her eyes and asked in exasperation.

"How long has it been since we've seen each other?"

Zhang Zhiqin immediately replied, "Sixteen days!"

Mo Yan did not speak, looking at him coldly.

At last, this product was no longer the straight and virginal child chicken, blinking desperately, calculating rapidly in his head, and adding quickly.

"We haven't seen each other in 388 hours to be exact, hehe."

This time Mo Smoke's demeanor finally eased up a bit and continued to ask.

"So, did you miss me?"

Zhang Zhiqin nodded his head repeatedly, "Of course I want to, every day, oh no, every hour and every minute!"

Mo Yan's demeanor was no longer icy cold, her eyes gazing at her boyfriend, ghostly.

"If you miss me so much, why do you only think about that kind of thing as soon as you see it?

Is it because I'm so much older than you that you actually see me as a ......

woman who only falls in love for that kind of thing?"

"Sister Mordecai ......"

It was the first time Zhang Zhiqin had seen Mo Yan reveal this somewhat weak appearance in front of her, and was momentarily confused.

"I'll be thirty-four next January, and you're only twenty-seven, and when I turn forty, you'll only be thirty-three, have you ever thought about ......"

Mo Yan sighed, grabbed Zhang Zhiqin's hand and placed it on his plump and tight waist, then rested his head on his chest and continued.

"When are we getting married? When do you want a baby? I'm so old, it'll be hard to have children in a few years."

"This, this ......" Zhang Zhiqin scratched his head, honestly.

"I'm sorry, Sister Mo, I haven't thought about these things yet."

It had been less than a month since the two had established their relationship, and if Zhang Zhiqin said that she had thought of all the plans to get married and have children, it would be a bit of a lie instead.

Mo Yan wasn't as angry as usual, and she sighed grudgingly .

"You're so young, if you found a girl your age, you two could do everything in sync,

No need to be like now, always having to accommodate me in everything I do because of my age, even when I'm angry and you're afraid to talk back.

I feel like we're like mother and son right now, which is so weird."

Actually, Mo Yan didn't just talk about these things on a whim, the age gap between her and Zhang Zhiqin had always been a chasm that lay across her heart.

Although she always acted strong in front of Zhang Zhiqin, and even the process with this stupid fork was dominated by her.

But in truth, she was also scared.

She was a full seven years older than Zhang Zhiqin, and the so-called female older woman hugging a golden brick, that was actually self-consolation.

Only at her age can one truly appreciate how short a woman's youth is.

What's more, it was still a woman like her who was already considered divorced in the legal sense.

"Zhang Zhiqin, we should really think about whether we are suitable ...... or not."

"Sister Mo!"

"Well? Ah!!!"

Looking at the rare ghostliness and weakness on Mo Yan's face, some big fool suddenly did something unexpected.