"I'm really afraid. After getting married, I have to face a wife who has no advantages except virtuousness and no advantages. I have to meet every day, but there is nothing to say. I will feel bored and unfree." Guixu swept Si Qiao's sarcastic look.

He is unruly by nature. In comparison, he still prefers Youmeng's women who are sometimes gentle and sometimes fierce.

Siqiao calmly said: "That feeling is indeed a torture. It's because we don't know each other enough. Maybe after we get along for a long time, we will have a common topic, right?"

"That's right, feelings need to be cultivated." Guixu followed her words, "I'll ask you, do you know how to play polo?"

Siqiao looked at him and shook his head blankly: "That was done by a man. If I go to learn, my father will scold me for being unpretentious."

"But I often play horses with my buddies in the circle. You don't know how to enter my circle at all?" Guixu disagreed. Thinking that Youmeng is also an aristocratic woman, she can ride horses. She used to play polo with their boys, and her posture was not inferior to that of a man.

Siqiao thought for a while, her eyes as if she was testing his reaction: "I can... see Brother Guixu fight them."

"Then can you tell the difference between a BMW?" Guixu showed no sign of being impressed. "Do you know which horse is more suitable for racing and which one is more suitable for polo?"

Siqiao looked confused, not knowing whether she wanted to be angry or laugh: "Brother Guixu has no other fun except polo and horse?"

Guixu raised his lips with disdain again: "I am so much fun, so you should be the same as the snatching pot, punching, and backgammon, right?"

Si Qiao was stunned, and the image of a living playboy appeared in front of her.

Guixu saw the answer and thought that this woman's life was really fun, and she couldn't help but complain irritably: "You don't understand what I told you. It's really a guitar to be a cow."

Siqiao lowered her eyes in disappointment: "Brother Guixu, don't you... take a little care of my hobby?"

"Take care about you?" Guixu couldn't quite understand.

"It's something that makes me like and learn easily."

Guixu found it funny: "How easy do you think?"

He let go of the bird cage and walked slowly towards Siqiao. Siqiao heard the cynicism in his smile, and looked at him cautiously and even fearfully.

"Can you want me to discuss the joy of the boudoir with you?" He leaned down and smiled, stretched out his hand to touch Siqiao's face, "Tell you how to love men and women?"

Siqiao took a big step back suddenly: "Brother Guixu! Please respect yourself!"

Guixu savored the tender and smooth touch of his fingertips and smiled unrestrainedly: "What are you doing so reserved? You are my wife who has not passed away. These things will be done sooner or later in the future."

Siqiao strongly retorted: "I am not a wife before I pass the door. You and I must abide by etiquette and not break the rules."

"Look at your terrible mind." Guixu couldn't stand the woman's appearance in front of him very much. "I'm just teaching you how to please your husband in the future."

He stepped forward and wanted to tease him. Si Qiao scolded him in a black face: "If Brother Guixu does this again, I will definitely tell the Prime Minister!"

Guixu stopped and looked at her intriguingly for a while.

"Ha." Until he gave up coldly and laughed, "It's really boring."

After saying that, he turned around and took his wandering steps and left.

Siqiao was left alone in the veranda. She looked up at the gorgeous bird cages and suddenly felt so sad that she wanted to cry.

After she married into the prime minister's house, she might be like a canary in this cage, imprisoned for people to have fun all her life until she ended in depression.

That was not the life she wanted.
Chapter completed!