Chapter 82 She was too close, a little hot
“Letter,”
Yu Wenye didn’t even raise his head as he wrote: “I made an agreement with my father to settle down in Luoyang. After that, I will write him a letter to assure him that he is safe."
Shang Ruyi walked behind him and took a look.
Yu Wenye's wrists are thin and have prominent bones, which make him look very powerful. Even when he holds a pen, it is like holding a weapon. When the pen tip is lowered, every word appears straight and upright, just like himself.
The last time I saw his handwriting, it was on the wedding day, and the romantic makeup-inducing poem was completely different from what it was now.
Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi's face couldn't help but turn red.
While Yu Wenye was writing, he smelled a faint smell that seemed to be milky at the tip of his nose. He couldn't help but look back and saw Shang Ruyi wearing a thin long skirt. , her hair was still a little moist, because the weather was still very hot, and after taking a shower, a sweet scent of hers evaporated from her body.
Yu Wenye suddenly felt that she was too close and a little hot.
So he frowned and said, "Go and comb your hair."
Shang Ruyi didn't know where she had offended him again, so she could only sit in front of the dressing table on the other side and let Tusheer comb her hair. While combing it, she thought of something and said: "Your letter , when will it be sent?”
“The sooner the better.”
"Well, how about tomorrow? I want to buy some hawthorn fruits that my mother likes, and steamed cherries that my father likes, and bring them over on the way."
Yu Wenye paused in writing and turned to look at her: " How do you know they like to eat these?”
“…”
Shang Ruyi blinked and said nothing.
She couldn't tell him that it was because she tasted Xianglaiju's tea snacks, so she knew Guan Yunmu's taste; she couldn't even tell him that she gave Yu Wenyuan a whole bag at that time. After that, I went to my father-in-law's room to greet him, and paid special attention to which snacks he ate the fastest, and then I knew his taste.
Yu Wenye looked at her for a while, didn't say anything, and continued to lower his head to write. After a while, he said, "Okay. I'll go with you tomorrow." Shang Ruyi looked at him in surprise.
Is it an illusion? It seems that since returning to Luoyang, Yu Wenye's attitude towards her is much better than before.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, the house was starting to prepare dinner. At this time, a servant hurried in from outside and said to Yuwen Ye: "Master, we have a visitor."
Yuwen Ye raised his head: "Who?"
< br>Before the servant had time to speak, he heard a laughing voice coming from behind him, leisurely saying: "If I had known that we were disturbing Brother Fengchen and Mrs. Feng Chen, we wouldn't have come to the door."
Immediately, more laughter came.
Shang Ruyi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stood up and took a look. He saw the servant stepping aside and several young men walking to the door with smiles. Standing at the front is a young man in white clothes. He is about the same age as Yu Wenye. He has a handsome face and is shaking a paper fan in his hand. He looks quite romantic.
It was him who had just spoken.
The other young masters were also young, handsome, and well-dressed. Shang Ruyi looked familiar to them, and then he remembered that they were the best men when they got married.
The one who spoke especially was the one who shouted that he was a fairy when he was welcoming the bride that day.
Shang Ruyi looked at each of them calmly.
No...
At this moment, an unhappy female voice sounded from behind the romantic young man: "Pei Xingyuan, if you don't know how to speak, don't speak."
The person who spoke was a tall woman who was exceptionally beautiful. , and it is a kind of fierce and even oppressive beauty, especially the prominent brow bones and deep sunken eye sockets. When she stares at someone, she gives people the feeling of a knife-like gaze.
At this moment, Shang Ruyi felt like his body was being pierced by a blade.
(End of this chapter)