Concubine Ye licked her lips and took another bite of the bun.

She swore that she really wanted to play a prank, but she didn't expect Ye Ya to be so stupid? The floor of 2088 was full of women wearing queen's clothes and maid clothes, but she didn't expect Ye Ya's brain to be an ornament, and she actually entered the room!

Concubine Ye stared at the lines of small characters, it was already laborious to read, who knew that Su Mohan put the newspaper lower and lower, she couldn't help but reach out and hold the newspaper up, so that she could not read it by herself.

After watching it repeatedly for a few minutes, until she saw the end, Concubine Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it doesn't seem to have caused any irreparable damage to Ye Ya, although everything is ready, but in the end it is still a kick away, which makes Concubine Ye's psychology a little more comfortable.

Although she does hate Jiang Huiru's mother and daughter, no matter what, now that she is a mother, her old hatred for the past is a little lighter.

The meaning of life will never be hatred, and oneself cannot always stop in the abyss of revenge.

Xu is hand is tired, after a while, Concubine Ye put down her hand again, looking at the various spicy comments on the report, Concubine Ye also watched it with relish.

But at this moment, the newspaper moved down little by little, gradually revealing Su Mohan's handsome face.

Concubine Ye was stunned with a mouth full of buns, staring at him silently, Su Mohan also didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

The newspaper in his hand slid down his thighs and fell on the carpet, drifting far away, and the sunlight outside the window penetrated the layers of haze into the room, bringing a faint warmth to this cold winter.

Concubine Ye's ears were a little red, she looked away unnaturally, and was about to bury her head in eating well, when her face was cold, and Su Mohan's thin lips covered it.

Concubine Ye's eyes widened a little, and the remaining half of the bun in her hand rolled directly to the ground.

Su Mohan closed his eyes, held her little face and gently kissed her cherry lips, with a touch of cherishment and distress.

In fact, he knew, he always knew, that while she was torturing him, why wasn't she torturing herself?

Even more often than not, he could comfort himself with her ignorance of the truth, but as far as she was concerned, he had not even given an explanation.

Concubine Ye blinked, looking at his long eyelashes, I don't know if it was because the sun was too warm today, and the snow had melted, but she didn't push him away, but closed her eyes too.

The sunlight shrouded the two figures, casting two kisses on the ground, and a bouquet of roses on the table curled up their petals, but they poured out the fragrance of the room.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that Concubine Ye's stomach screamed uncontrollably, and Su Mohan opened her eyes and slowly left her lips.

Concubine Ye looked away with red ears, turned her head and ate indiscriminately, not even noticing that she was holding a meat bun stuffed with sauerkraut that she didn't like to eat the most.

The days passed like this, Concubine Ye still didn't say much, only when she was in a particularly good mood, she would take the initiative to say a few words to him, and even go crazy twice from time to time, making Su Mohan's cold anger thunderous, and sometimes she didn't know which tendon was wrong, and she mocked bitterly and meanly, until she saw Su Mohan's face was pale and she burst into tears.

But no matter what, the previous relationship between the two is finally warming, but the harsh winter is still a harsh winter, otherwise why use the word warming.