Mr. Shang, please be passionately in love after marriage.

The red-faced figure on the Joker card smiled at her. Cen hope stared at it blankly for a while, never expecting her luck to be so good; it was her turn on the third round.

"Wow, you got it, sister!"

He Ning sat next to her and immediately noticed the Joker card in her hand.

Cen hope spread the cards out in front of everyone.

Wei Xingzhou craned his neck to take a look, then immediately slammed his hand on the table and stood up, unilaterally changing the rules: "The difficulty of the third round is increased; the topic must be related to your romantic experiences!"

"Are you crazy?"

Sheng Fan grabbed him, thinking, "Isn't this blatant bullying?"

Wei Xingzhou coughed, making a fist. "No way! I just went all out and dropped this bombshell on you guys. You can't play tricks and say something trivial, that would be so boring."

He spoke with such seriousness that it seemed to make some sense.

Wei Xingzhou then looked at Cen hope, "Sister-in-law, think hard, is there any special romantic experience that none of us here have had?"

As he spoke, he kept glancing at Shang Hanzhou with winks and winks.

This is actually helping him; Zhou Ge might even thank him for asking such a good question later.

Cen hope bit her lip, pondering the matter carefully in her mind.

She had never been in a relationship; her only romantic experience was having a crush on someone, and that person was sitting right next to her right now.

She couldn't bring herself to confess her feelings to Shang Hanzhou in front of so many people.

When they got their marriage certificate, she promised him that she would treat him with respect and that she would not break her promise.

She pursed her lips and mumbled, "I've written love letters."

Although, it has never been sent out.

Perhaps I'll never have the chance to give it away in this lifetime.

Now, not only Wei Xingzhou, but even Sheng Fan became curious. "Sister-in-law, are you writing love letters?"

You can't tell at all.

Cen hope even has experience writing love letters. She seems calm and rational, not at all like the type to write love letters to someone. She must really like the other person.

Wei Xingzhou's mouth opened slightly, and he subconsciously looked towards Shang Hanzhou's position again.

He remained seated, his broad back pressed against the soft chair, his thin eyelids lowered, his dark eyes revealing no emotion, as if he didn't care about what Cen Xi had just said.

But Wei Xingzhou noticed that he was gripping the wine glass with obvious force, and his knuckles were covered with a light white layer.

Wei Xingzhou shivered.

He's doomed; he actually managed to get some unexpected information out of him.

"Sister-in-law, when did you write this? In high school or college? Did that person accept your love letter?"

Sheng Fan had absolutely no sense of propriety and was completely oblivious to Shang Hanzhou's increasingly unpleasant expression, asking questions with great interest.

He Ning was also curious, "Yeah, sister, you're so pretty and have such a good personality, the person who received your love letter must be very happy."

She felt that Cen Xicai should be the one receiving the love letter.

Cen hope felt a little embarrassed by their questions. She reached out, picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and felt a burning pain in her throat.

It's not water, it's wine.

She looked down and realized she had taken the wrong cup; it wasn't hers, it was Shang Hanzhou's.

At some point, he poured himself another glass of wine.

She grabbed the wrong wine glass, and he didn't even point it out.

She then noticed that Shang Hanzhou seemed to be in a bad mood, with his cold, hard lips taut and his brows furrowed.

Cen hope choked and quickly put the wine glass back in its place. "I don't have to answer that."

After all, she only drew the Joker card this round, so she only needs to say one thing they haven't done.

Sheng Fan and He Ning sighed with regret; they had wanted to hear more.

"You know what, I've never written a love letter in my entire life."

Sheng Fan sighed, "Back in school, if I really liked a girl, I didn't have time to write love letters. I always won her heart by giving her snacks. I never actually gave her love letters."

He Ning also said, "I haven't written it either."

She was busy studying for college entrance exams in high school, and busy working part-time to earn big money in college, so she didn't have much time to date.

Even with Wei Xingzhou, it was he who recklessly barged into her life.

Wei Xingzhou was pleased with these words. He put his arm around He Ning's shoulder and generously kissed the girl's soft cheek. "You're not allowed to write this, understand? If you're going to write it, you can only write it for me."

Sheng Fan immediately grabbed the chopsticks from the table and threw them at his smug expression.

"Get out of here showing off your love, it's annoying to see, right, Zhou-ge?"

He looked up at Shang Hanzhou seeking approval, but when his gaze fell upon Shang Hanzhou's handsome face, which seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, he wished he could swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

It's freezing cold.

The weather in the northern part of the city is still colder than in Beijing.

Shang Hanzhou slightly parted his thin lips, but said nothing.

Cen hope won this round, and they all have to drink.

Cen hope glanced at Shang Hanzhou out of the corner of her eye, wondering how many drinks he had had.

A slight worry crept into her heart. She leaned closer to him and whispered, "If you want to drink again next time, let me do it."

Her alcohol tolerance isn't actually that bad; she can easily drink three or four glasses.

Shang Hanzhou lowered his eyelids, and the woman's fair and elegant face was reflected in his eyes. Her worried gaze was bright, and his inexplicably agitated heart felt as if it had been gently stroked with a feather.

His voice, tinged with alcohol, sounded even deeper. He declined, saying, "No need, you can have fun."

"All right."

Hearing him say that, Cen hope didn't press the matter any further.

I just didn't expect that the fourth round would be so coincidental, and it would actually be Shang Hanzhou's turn.

Wei Xingzhou burst out laughing, "Wow, what a coincidence! Last time it was my sister-in-law, and this time it's Brother Zhou. It's like a perfect understanding between husband and wife."

These words only earned him a cold look from Shang Hanzhou.

Wei Xingzhou: "..."

Without even a second to think, Shang Hanzhou said calmly, "I've never received a love letter."

Everyone was stunned.

Sheng Fan was the first to retort: ​​"How could that be! Brother Zhou, we've known each other since kindergarten. You received love letters back then!"

Throughout the entire kindergarten, he received the most love letters, notes, snacks, and the like.

Wei Xingzhou wanted to agree, but then he thought about it and realized that this wasn't right.

Zhou Ge probably meant that he's never received a love letter from his wife, right?

He covered his mouth, almost bursting into laughter.

Tsk.

This sour smell can travel all the way from the northern part of the city to the capital.

"You've lost this time."

Wei Xingzhou said, "Although we've never written love letters, who hasn't received a few? Zhou-ge, let's have a drink."

That's absolutely true. Back in my school days, although I couldn't compare to Shang Hanzhou...

But those love letters never stopped, even though they were sent on and off throughout high school.

Shang Hanzhou really lost this round, but he was quite happy about it. He filled his glass again, honoring his loss, and drank it all.

Just as he was about to pour another glass, Cen hope grasped his hand.

Shang Hanzhou turned his head to look at his little wife.