It was soon the wedding day of Yun Mochen and Ling Yuan.

Although time hastily, Yun Mochen is ready to be fully prepared.

In Ling Yuan's words, before entering the bridal chamber, there was no sense of participation at all.

As for the bridal chamber...

Ling Yuan was wrong.

She never knew that Yun Mochen, who looked gentle and elegant, could be such a beast.

"Yun Mochen, you are a gentle scum!" Ling Yuan's eyebrows turned red and she stared at Yun Mochen.

Yun Mochen's face was still gentle, but his eyes were already hot when he saw Ling Yuan in his arms.

"What did A Yuan say?" Yun Mochen raised his eyebrows slightly.

Ling Yuan glared at him: "This city lord misread you, Yun Mochen, you are..."

Before he finished speaking, he was blocked.

Ling Yuan stared at Yun Mochen blankly.

"But A Yuan clearly likes it very much." Yun Mochen stopped and whispered in her ear. His voice was gentle and smiled, like the bright moon and breeze, like the wind passing through the forest.

Gentle and seductive.

...

Yun Mochen is just a white and black!

It looks gentler, gentler and gentler than anyone else, but in fact it is a gentle scum!

Ling Yuan has been complaining about her in the past few days. The reason why she complained about her was because the Lord Ling Yuan said that she was not afraid of Yun Mochen, but she just didn't want to say bad things behind her back.

Yes, that's it.

Although he complained about Yun Mochen in his heart, Ling Yuan couldn't help but curl up.

...

That morning, Ling Yuan found a scroll in Yun Mochen's study. The scroll was treasured in a long ornate box.

The paper in this painting feels familiar, just like the rice paper in Yuancheng.

This made Ling Yuan very curious about the content of the painting.

She slowly opened the painting, but was stunned when she saw the beauty in red on the painting.

The girl in the painting is dressed in a bright red dress, with her eyes open and her smile, and her eyes are beautiful.

This painting is very vivid.

But the point is not how good the painting is, not how beautiful the beauty in the painting is, the point is that the person in the painting is her! Moreover, the way she painted is exactly the posture she had in Yuancheng City's lord's mansion in the past, and there was time written on the corners of the rice paper.

The rice paper from the City Lord's Mansion was used, and the scene in the City Lord's Mansion was drawn. The time was just when Yun Mochen was in the City Lord's Mansion.

Ling Yuan only felt that his heart was beating abnormally.

It was not that she was so beautiful in this painting that she was moved by, but that at that time she asked Yun Mochen to paint, and Yun Mochen actually painted, although she did not know about it.

Moreover, Yun Mochen not only painted her openly, but also quietly hid her paintings.

She asked him to draw her color, so she also colored it, not simply outlining it with ink.

Just as Ling Yuan looked at the painting, her heart was pounding violently and her heart was filled with joy, a clear and pleasant sound came from her ears.

"Does it look good?"

"nice!"

Ling Yuan thought about it and said that.

However, after a moment, she suddenly looked up.

When he looked up, he met Yun Mochen's gentle and smiling eyes. His eyes were very bright, with a smile, giving people a gentle feeling like spring breeze.

He was wearing a silver-gray robe and stood in front of her with a long body. He was elegant and graceful, like a young man on the street, spotless.

Ling Yuan couldn't help but lose her mind.

Yun Mochen curled his lips slightly: "I just think it looks good."

"After all, the painting is mine, and the person in the painting is mine. A Yuan, I have loved you for a long time." His voice seemed to have the tenderness of the spring breeze, and bursts of waves blew into her.

Ling Yuan originally wanted to joke with him, but when he heard this, he was already fascinated by the fact that he was already confused.

Yun Mochen, simply, above.
Chapter completed!