Finally, Yu Qingming sat on the bed, waiting for Zhang Dingtian to come.

Sitting down sitting down.

Anyway, Zhang Dingtian hasn't come yet, so it's better to go to sleep first, and when he comes, she will be up.

Getting married is a physical task. I basically didn't sleep all night and worked all night, and now I still have to sit like this.

If she is in other places, she can still support it.

But after all, it's on the bed, and the bed is the place to sleep.

Unconsciously, Yu Qingming was already asleep.

Zhang Dingtian walked in full of alcohol and looked at Yu Qingming who was sleeping on the bed, staggering.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but a smile appeared.

I originally wanted Yu Qingming to sleep like this, but in a blink of an eye, I saw the cup of wine on the table and neither of them drank it yet.

He walked in front of Yu Qingming again, stretched out his hand on her face, and patted her.

"Smelly boy, what are you doing!!!"

Yu Qingming opened his dim eyes, what he saw right now was Zhang Dingtian's arrogant face.

Why do you say that.

Some people, although they are very handsome and have long legs, but the temperament on his body reveals a kind of silent arrogance.

"What are you calling me!"

As soon as Zhang Dingtian heard her say this, he stretched out his hand and tugged **** her cheek.

Yu Qingming's face was deformed immediately, and she didn't look like it was pulled by her.

"It hurts."

Yu Qingming stretched out his hand to pat his messing hand away, and rubbed his cheek again.

It really hurts to be pinched by him like this.

"Call me what?"

Zhang Dingtian knelt on one knee beside her. She was still lying down at this time. His posture was completely condescending.

The long and narrow eyes are as bright as stars, but there is a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Marshal!"

Yu Qingming couldn't help uttering these two words because of his aura.

"good!"

The smile at the corner of Zhang Dingtian's mouth was deeper, even extending into his eyes.

"Come, sit up."

He stepped aside, stretched out his hand, and pulled Yu Qingming up.

Zhang Dingtian stepped on his long legs again, walked to the table with two glasses of wine in his hand, and walked back to the bed.

"Here!"

Zhang Dingtian handed her the wine.

Yu Qingming raised the cup and drank it when he looked up.

Then there was a casual look in your eyes, which was thrown at Zhang Dingtian.

"Good drink!"

Zhang Dingtian praised him expressionlessly.

"Just madam, this is for a glass of wine."

Zhang Dingtian walked back again and brought the jug.

Make a glass of wine...

Hearing what Zhang Dingtian said, Yu Qingming felt that his head was caught by the door.

"Cough cough cough--"

She concealed her embarrassment with a dry cough, and then sent the wine glass to Zhang Dingtian.

"Pour wine!"

Zhang Dingtian raised his eyebrows. As a young marshal, he hadn't served others before.

But looking at her like this...just after drinking a glass of wine, her cheeks are already red again.

It looks gorgeous, like a peony flower shrouded in smoke.

He poured her another glass of wine, their arms intertwined.

Obviously it was the most common look, and at this time, it became lingering.

After drinking the wine, Zhang Dingtian took the wine glass and jug and placed it on the side table.

Yu Qingming got off the bed and walked to the dressing table. He removed all the things he was wearing on his head, and his hair fell loose again.