"What, you…" Qiao Mianmian widened her eyes in shock.
"How did I know?" Mo Yesi raised an eyebrow and helped her finish her sentence.
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
Was she being too obvious?
"Because I'm your husband, the person who understands you the most in this world." Mo Yesi turned around and squatted down in front of her. He then said to her, who was still standing in shock, "What are you waiting for? Come up, I'll carry you back."
Qiao Mianmian was stunned. "You're carrying me?"
"Don't your feet hurt?" Mo Yesi glanced at her. "Come up."
Qiao Mianmian's feet hurt a little.
But it wasn't so bad that she couldn't walk.
She looked down at the man squatting in front of her and felt a surge of sweetness. She walked over and placed her hands on his shoulders.
Mo Yesi helped her up slowly.
Qiao Mianmian leaned against his back and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mo Yesi, let me ask you a question."
