Watching Sheng Shaochen carefully plan the trip under the light, Ye Shu wrapped her arms around him from behind.
Her small face gently rubbed against his back, and her glutinous voice echoed pleasantly, "Ah Chen, I'm afraid the honeymoon will have to be postponed..."
Sheng Shaochen's fingers paused on an attraction in Miami, and he frowned, reaching out to pull her into his arms, "I've asked Sun Nanjue to postpone the shoot..."
"..." A warmth surged in Ye Shu's heart.
Others thought Sheng Shaochen was cold and ruthless, but only she knew that her Mr. Sheng spoiled her so outrageously that it was almost lawless.
Ye Shu's slender little hands twined around Sheng Shaochen's neck, her small face nuzzling into the crook of his neck, "Does Mr. Sheng plan to keep Mrs. Sheng as a pampered canary?"
"..." Sheng Shaochen frowned slightly, his large hand gripping her beautifully curved jaw, his husky voice deepening as he spoke, "Why not?"