Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Mo Ziye’s gaze lingered on Qin Qingqing’s face for a second and then said calmly.

Though she’d apologized, he wasn’t entirely satisfied.

“Okay.”

Qin Qingqing nodded lightly.

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An hour later, Mo Ziye and Qin Qingqing finally arrived at the Wen Family.

As they walked into the living room, Wen Qinghuan was snuggling Jing Xiaocha playfully, while Wen Ziyang and Zhang Minghui sat on another sofa.

Seeing them enter one after the other, Wen Qinghuan’s eyes sparkled as she jumped off the sofa, running excitedly toward them saying, “Cousin Yi, Sister Qingqing, I thought you guys weren’t coming back! Cousin Yi, why did you drive so slowly.”

She pulled Qin Qingqing to the sofa, and sat down next to Jing Xiaocha, “Sister Qingqing, I’ve lost count of how many times I turned back on our way here, and my brother kept telling me not to look because you weren’t coming.”

“There was a bit of traffic, so we’re a little later than you.”

Mo Ziye casually explained, walking to the sofa and asked with a smile, “Aunt, isn’t Uncle home?”

Then he sat down in front of the sofa.

Jing Xiaocha’s gaze circled around Qingqing and Mo Ziye before smiling and answering, “Your uncle went to the market to buy groceries; he said he wants to cook personally. Before he left, he mentioned he would call you all to come over for lunch if you weren’t coming.”

“Where there’s food, there’s us for sure.”

Mo Ziye raised his eyebrows.

After responding to Jing Xiaocha’s words, his gaze landed on Qin Qingqing again.

Jing Xiaocha chuckled softly, “Recently, I heard your uncle said you were on a business trip, Qingqing; perhaps you should call your cousin and Ye Zhan to come over for lunch too.”

“Aunt, they’ve already gone back.”

“Oh, when did that happen?”

Qin Qingqing told her, they had left in the morning.

Mo Ziye’s phone rang, and he stood up to take the call on the balcony.

On the sofa, Wen Qinghuan glanced at the direction of the balcony, grinning as she asked, “Sister Qingqing, when are you and Cousin Yi handing out wedding candies?”

Zhang Minghui, sitting on the opposite sofa, paused the action of taking out his phone upon hearing this.

He looked up, directing his gaze at Qin Qingqing.

Because of Wen Qinghuan’s words, Wen Ziyang and Jing Xiaocha were also looking at Qingqing.

For a moment, nobody noticed the strange emotion in Zhang Minghui’s eyes.

With Wen Qinghuan staring intensely at her, Qin Qingqing chuckled teasingly, “Who told you that Brother Ziyi and I are definitely handing out wedding candies?”

“No one had to tell me, my clever self figured it out; Sister Qingqing, you have no idea, in the years you were gone, Cousin Yi was like a moving ice block, wherever he went, the temperature would drop abruptly. But now, he’s almost like it’s spring all over again…”