Chapter 3592 The Marshal's Bride 12

Finally, Yu Qingliang sat on the bed, waiting for Zhang Dingtian to come.

She fell down after sitting for a while.

Anyway, Zhang Dingtian hadn't come yet, so she might as well sleep for a while, and when he came, she would get up.

Getting married is a physical job. She basically didn't sleep all night last night. She was busy all night, and now she had to sit like this.

If she was somewhere else, she could still hold on.

But after all, it was on the bed, and the bed was where you sleep.

Unknowingly, Yu Qingliang had fallen asleep.

Zhang Dingtian walked in drunkenly, looking at Yu Qingliang sleeping on the bed, swaying from side to side.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a smile.

Originally, he wanted Yu Qingliang to sleep like this, but in a blink of an eye, he saw that the wedding wine on the table had not been drunk by either of them.

He walked in front of Yu Qingliang again, stretched out his hand and patted her face.

"What are you doing, little brat!"

Yu Qingliang opened her hazy eyes and saw Zhang Dingtian's arrogant face.

Why do you say that?

Some people, although they are very handsome and have long legs, their temperament reveals a kind of silent arrogance.

"What are you calling me?"

When Zhang Dingtian heard her say that, he immediately stretched out his hand and pulled her cheek hard.

Yu Qingliang's face was immediately deformed, and she pulled it out of shape.

"It hurts."

Yu Qingliang stretched out his hand to slap his messy hand away, and rubbed his cheek again.

It really hurts to be pinched by him like this.

"What are you calling me?"

Zhang Dingtian knelt on one knee beside her. She was still lying down at this time. His posture was completely condescending.

The narrow eyes were as bright as stars, but there was a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Young Marshal!"

Yu Qingliang couldn't help but say these two words because of the aura he had.

"Good boy!"

Zhang Dingtian's smile deepened, even extending to his eyes.

"Come, sit up."

He made way, stretched out his hand, and pulled Yu Qingliang up.

Zhang Dingtian walked to the table with his long legs, holding two glasses of wine in his hands, and walked back to the bed.

"Here!"

Zhang Dingtian handed the wine to her.

Yu Qingliang raised the glass, raised his head and drank it.

Then he gave Zhang Dingtian a casual look.

"Good alcohol tolerance!"

Zhang Dingtian praised expressionlessly.

"But Madam, this is a wedding wine."

Zhang Dingtian walked back and brought the wine pot.

Wedding wine...

Hearing Zhang Dingtian say this, Yu Qingliang felt that his head was pinched by the door.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem--"

She used a dry cough to cover up her embarrassment, and then she brought the wine glass to Zhang Dingtian.

"Pour the wine!"

Zhang Dingtian raised his eyebrows. As a young marshal, he had never served anyone before.

But looking at her like this... she had just drunk a glass of wine, and her face was already red again.

She looked extremely gorgeous, like a peony covered by smoke.

He poured her another glass of wine, and their arms were intertwined.

It was obviously the most ordinary look, but at this time, it became entangled.

After drinking the wine, Zhang Dingtian took the wine glass and wine pot and put them on the table on the side.

Yu Qingliang got off the bed, walked to the dressing table, took off all the things on her head, and let her hair fall down again.