If you want a husband, you have to fight for it.

"Accident."

Wan Chuncao blocked Xu Muyu, unwilling to talk more, and just said lightly: "It's just a little accident."

Xu Muyu was squeezed so hard that she was about to curl up, but she was still leaning towards him.

It was so hot, but they had to huddle together, legs against legs, arms against arms. Even though the driver turned on the air conditioner in the car, it was still so hot.

As soon as he raised his hand, she pulled him back.

Guan Chuncao took Xu Muyu's hand, and the driver changed the subject very naturally, saying: "The sun is so strong today, it's really not easy to go out. You drivers run around all day long, you have to be careful of heatstroke."

As soon as she finished speaking, even Xu Muyu could clearly feel that she didn't want to talk more about the reason why his leg was broken, and even more didn't want to talk more about his leg.

He was not surprised that she knew how his legs became disabled. Before getting married, Yu Xiu would not miss the opportunity to belittle him.

What surprised him was that Wan Chuncao, who seemed to be so talkative and especially gossipy, did not want to use his disabled leg as a good topic to chat with others.

She didn't seem to want to talk about it any more, and more importantly, she didn't want to talk about him in front of others.

And she didn't seem to want to continue asking about the driver's daughter.

Xu Muyu's hand was grabbed, and he couldn't help but look at her strangely.

Wan Chuncao happened to look back, and when their eyes met, she grinned slightly and pulled up his hand as if to kiss him.

Xu Muyu was so shocked that he immediately looked away, and dodged back in fear, almost hitting his head on the car window.

Fortunately, Wan Chuncao was quick-witted and reached out to cushion him so that he did not bump into her.

After this commotion, the two of them were completely stuck together, and Guan Chuncao also successfully held Xu Muyu's hand, and Xu Muyu didn't even have the room to refuse or resist.

"That's right. Once summer comes, the weather will only get hotter and hotter. It's as hot as a furnace. It's going to dry you out!"

The driver wanted to ask if Xu Muyu's leg was okay. It was rare to meet someone with the same leg problem, and maybe they could exchange experiences and gain some insights from each other.

But seeing the young couple huddled together so intimately in the back, holding hands and almost kissing each other, the driver thought they were going to do something more intimate, so he didn't dare ask any more questions and just watched the road and drove carefully.

He even said politely, "You two are still very loving."

Xu Muyu was unwilling in the first place, and after hearing what the driver said, he was even more unwilling to stick with Wan Chuncao, so he immediately pushed her away.

Unfortunately, he pushed several times but failed. Instead, Wan Chuncao took his hand and interlocked their fingers to show the driver: "Newlyweds."

The driver was a little embarrassed at first, but now he understood: "No wonder, how long have you been married? Why do I feel a little embarrassed when looking at the groom?"

"He is thin-skinned and shy."

Wan Chuncao ignored Xu Muyu's resistance and said with a smile: "It has not been two months since we got the marriage certificate, and he is still a little shy."

They have been married for almost two months. It is common for girls to be shy, but it is rare for boys to be so shy. The driver asked one more question: "How long did you date before you got married?"

The topic was changed, and Wan Chuncao continued to chat with the driver: "No, we got married right away."

"Get married right away? Meet through a blind date?"

"My family introduced me."

The driver was quite surprised and said, "Oh, I thought young people nowadays rarely go on blind dates. Free love is popular these days, but few young people are willing to listen to their families."

"He's handsome!"

Wan Chuncao was quite excited when she talked about this: "I didn't agree at the time, but my mother showed me his photo. When I saw him, I thought, wow, this guy is so handsome! Such a handsome guy is so popular in our area, how could I let him go? I decided to marry him right away!"

Her words were half true and half false, just like a crosstalk, and the driver was amused by her. He continued to chat with her and said, "He is quite handsome, but you dare to marry him based on a photo. You are very brave. Aren't you afraid of what you young people call 'photo fraud'?"

The two of them started chatting, not paying any attention to Xu Muyu's presence. Even if he was there, he couldn't get a word in. Xu Muyu resisted twice, but it was still ineffective. He turned around and looked out the window in anger.

"To be honest, I have thought about it."

Wan Chuncao told the truth this time: "On the day we met, I said that if this man used fake photos to deceive me, I would definitely turn around and leave without giving him any face. Not to mention that he was introduced by my family, even if he fell from the sky and was given to me for free, I would still go to great lengths to send him back!"

The first time they met was the day they got their marriage certificate. Xu Muyu looked out the window, but his ears were not deaf.

"Who would have known that when I saw him for the first time, my eyes would go wide open!"

Wan Chuncao was not stingy in praising Xu Muyu: "He was wearing a white shirt similar to the one he wore today. When the wind blew, he looked so elegant, handsome, and extraordinary. He was obviously a handsome guy at first glance. He was so handsome!"

"He doesn't look like an internet celebrity, nor a young social figure, nor an old cadre. He is just himself."

She didn't know how to describe to the driver how clean and unique Xu Muyu's temperament was when she first saw him: "Anyway, he looked a little half-dead."

Xu Muyu listened with his ears, but his eyes widened a little.

Considering that Xu Muyu hadn't said a word since he got on the bus, the driver could probably guess what kind of person Xu Muyu was. He said, "The melancholy little prince, you little girls all like this type."

Xu Muyu’s eyes widened even further.

Wan Chuncao did not refute, and said: "He has a beautiful face. He is beautiful no matter what. Even when he is sad, he is still very charming, like a little white flower, so lovable, it is not enough."

Xu Muyu’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

The driver kindly said, "You girls just like to look at faces. It's okay to look at faces when you're dating, but you have to be careful when getting married. You're lucky you met a good one."

It is impossible to tell whether a person is good or bad at first sight. The driver was just following what Wan Chuncao said.

But Wan Chuncao just listened to it and said, "My husband is really a good person. He is handsome and quiet. He always agrees with me. Apart from his bad temper, he doesn't have any other major problems."

What, what her husband?

Xu Muyu finally noticed the name, and he turned around in shock, unable to hold back his anger.

Why does she call it so easily in front of outsiders?

How could she use this title in front of outsiders?

Xu Muyu looked over. Wan Chuncao thought he had taken her compliments to heart, so she told him not to be modest: "You just have a bad temper, but everything else is fine. I am very satisfied."

Who told her this? Xu Muyu wanted to grab her and ask her what she was thinking.

As a result, Wan Chuncao took it as an initiative, so she hooked her arms around his neck, smiled and moved closer to him.

The newlyweds were so loving, and the driver just chatted and asked: "You have never been in love, and you have never had contact before marriage. Isn't it inconvenient?"

The driver was referring to his legs. Xu Muyu knew it immediately. He backed away and used his elbow to block Wan Chuncao's laughing face.

Wan Chuncao also heard it, but she didn't understand why the driver asked that. She grabbed Xu Muyu's hands and turned her head to the driver calmly and said, "What's inconvenient? We've lived here for so long, and we don't see what's inconvenient. Are you talking about his legs? There's nothing wrong with his legs."

"But if you say it's inconvenient, it's really a bit inconvenient."

She thought for two seconds and came up with the answer: "It's just that he just can't get enough energy when he's with me."