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When Mingsheng wrote the invitation, she found that there were many people she hadn't seen for a long time.
An invitation was sent, the wedding came as scheduled, and all these people were in front of her.
Qin Shen gave her a big red envelope with an astonishing amount. How much savings he has, Mingsheng, the proprietress who is the proprietor, knows best, but this red envelope must be returned.
She couldn't do the little stuffing movements, so when the feast was over, she called him over, and pulled out a thick envelope from her handbag, which meant it. But Qin Shen refused to ask for it.
He was a little drunk at the wedding banquet, his young face was flushed, and he was the same color as the wedding dress on her, and he smiled: "Boss, you just take it well, don't worry about my money." If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know where I would drink the northwest wind now, and how could I have your favorite wine to drink? β
"Really, Sister Sheng, I've been saving this money since the first year I worked with you. I thought at the time, you are so good to me, if you marry in the future, I will definitely seal this gift money for you. β
Mingsheng bowed his head thoughtfully and asked, "Is the store okay?" β
Qin Shen said: "It's good. β
"Brother Yan's gang didn't make trouble again?"
Qin Shen waved his hand and said, "Noβ"
His consciousness of answering was not very clear. Mingsheng was silent and called the driver to send him away.
She returned to the venue in a red dress, Xie Zhimo was still helping her finish up, and when she saw her, she said, "Aren't you tired after standing for a day?" You go back to your room and rest, I'm here. β
Mingsheng hugged her waist affectionately and kissed her on the face: "Thank you for your hard work." β
Xie Zhimo wiped off the shallow lipstick marks on his face, and said angrily: "Come less." I can't resist your little woman's tone lately. She glanced suggestively at her lower abdomen, "Is Jiang Huaiyi planning to raise two daughters at once?" β
Mingsheng but smiled silently.
She met Alan when she first came over, and he was about to leave, and when he saw her, he waved enthusiastically. The designer, who changed careers because of JAC Yi, did not hesitate to give the bride a hug and give her even more unstingy compliments: "Oh, Sheng, you are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen." β
Mingsheng untied the hug and joked with him: "Thank you." But if the hug had been extended for another three seconds, I might have faced divorce proceedings. β
Alan laughed: "It's a shame that I can't see the jealous look with my own eyes." β
Thinking of the tragic experience of being killed by JAC Yier during this time, Alan breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly: "This is my second year in China, and I have experienced many customers. None of the male guests were as attentive to the wedding as Yi. β
Alan's blue eyes glowed like jewels under the diamond lamp, and he said to her sincerely:
"Sheng, you're his princess."
β¦β¦
Ming Sheng came back to his senses and raised his eyebrows at Xie Zhimo: "I think he's quite happy." β
"You little couple are hopeless." Xie Zhimo rolled her eyes, picked out the trivial matters from the wedding and explained them to her one by one. Mingsheng listened half-intently, slowly looked around, and asked casually, "Is Lin Jun gone?" β
Xie Zhimo paused for a moment before saying, "Let's go." β
Also, it's late.
After a busy day, I only had a hurried photo with my old friend at the table.
She wanted to say something again, but Mingsheng nodded to her, her gaze had already moved down, wanting to crouch down and pick up a fallen balloon. Xie Zhimo picked it up for her, put it on her hand and patted the ashes, turned it over, and said in surprise: "It turns out that each of these balloons has words written on it?" After a day, the silver powder faded. β
Mingsheng glanced at it, and it was a small section from 1 Corinthians in the New Testament.
(Love is enduring)"
Change the balloon and say "loveiskind."
β¦β¦
"ds. (Love Never Fails)"
Xie Zhimo picked up several puzzle games, looked up when he was tired of playing, and asked, "By the way, what about Jianghuaiyi?" β
Mingsheng quietly looked at the big handful of balloons in her hand and said, "Drink too much." β
Originally, the two of them were supposed to toast together, but she, a pregnant woman, couldn't touch the wine, and his portion was automatically doubled.
What's more, Jianghuai Yi is the reincarnation of an alcoholic, no matter how happy or sad it is, if he doesn't get drunk into a puddle of mud, he won't be called in place.
Ming Sheng returned to the bedroom, and Jiang Huai Yi was lying unconscious. The rose candlestick presented by the hotel smoked his shirt a soft orange-red.
She shifted him to a second place and sat down next to him, checking the text messages on her phone. The content is much the same, but she still read them carefully one by one and thanked them seriously.
When Lin Jun clicked on it, someone who was originally unconscious suddenly stretched out a hand and pulled her phone away.
She didn't fight and said, "Didn't fall asleep? β
"How can you fall asleep." Jiang Huaiyi got up half of his body, hooked her neck and fell down with him, and whispered in her ear, "Are you still satisfied?" β
After three years of passing through the back of a duck, he is still keen on ceremonies and feasts, and pays attention to the form to the stubborn.
Mingsheng smiled and said, "Will you be dissatisfied?" No one is better at these than you. β
Jiang Huai Yicai didn't care whether she was praising people or not, and rolled in her open arms with satisfaction: "It's better to do it once a year in the future." Today, because of your physical inconvenience, many ideas cannot be realized. In the future, we will change the place and theme every year, and the guests will not come. He babbled, and his bathed body gave out the wine warmly, familiar and wonderful.
Mingsheng listened patiently and closed his eyes tiredly: "Haven't done enough?" After tossing once, I will be tired and fall apart. β
Sure enough, Jiang Huai Yi rolled onto her shoulder and poked her squeaky nest complainingly: "Are you tired?" You didn't pay much attention to it before. β
"Didn't I keep an eye on it?"
"You asked Ellen out and you didn't talk about a few serious things."
Jiang Huaiyi snorted, raised her phone stupidly, and propped up her eyelids to read the text message she had just opened.
Ming Sheng looked sideways and asked casually: "What did he say?" β
JAC quickly flipped to the bottom, alertly locked the screen, and said, "I won't let you know." β
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In fact, she knows in her heart that people like Lin Jun will always do things decently and measuredly. The gift money is the most ordinary amount, and if you go to the banquet normally, you will also wish it normally, and you will never be embarrassed.
The most that text message was a happy newlywed.
But Jiang Huaiyi was mysterious, and deliberately dangled the phone in front of her, trying to provoke her curiosity: "Do you want to see it?" β
She closed her eyes: "Don't shake, your eyes hurt." β
JAC easily pressed delete and said, "It's something you don't want to see." β
Mingsheng closed his eyes and smiled: "Childish ghost." β
Jiang Huaiyi straightened her face and leaned over her ear: "Who is it called?" β
"Call you."
His hand ran along her white calf, "Call me what, huh?" β
"Childishβ"
The word "ghost" has not yet fallen, and a cracking sound pierces the dark night.
Mingsheng sat up in fright, the lace skirt had really been torn by him, and his eyes were gouging: "What's the trouble?" β
"Tear my wife's skirt. Didn't make a fuss. β
He tore it deep again, and then he was satisfied with her long bare legs, facing in an ambiguous direction, "Do you want to have some exciting prenatal education?" β
Ming Sheng was speechless and pressed his head to the other side: "I see that you have drunk too much." β
"Didn't drink much." He stubbornly turned back and stared at her in a supine position, his fingers wrapped around a strand of her permed hair, and laughed as he wrapped it, "Why is my wife so good-looking." β
He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her down, and leaned up to kiss her lips.
A kiss without lust.
Then he seemed to be very tired and satisfied, and gradually he became sleepy.
I don't know how long it took, Mingsheng tried to move his legs. His styling water-held hair tied the skin of her thighs, stabbing a tingling from poor circulation. She heard him snort softly before she dared to ask softly, "Do you want to sleep?" β
He also said that he wanted to hold it once a year. In fact, I was tired enough after only one game.
Jiang Huaiyi's voice was muddy, like a whisper: "No." I want you to call me. β
"What's it called?"
"You know."
Mingsheng was silent for a while, and leaned down cautiously, her voice so soft that it didn't seem to belong to her: "Husband? β
His eyes were still closed, but the corners of his mouth immediately curled.
The smile seemed to come out of a dream.
"Satisfiedββ?"
Jiang Huaiyi rolled down from the base of her thigh to her ankle.
Mingsheng kicked him at the end of the bed: "Don't roll, you're going to fall." β
Slowly, round and round, he rolled back like a meadow, and finally rested on her lower abdomen.
I was very careful, as if I was afraid of pressing something.
Mingsheng subconsciously wanted to touch the little life in his belly.
Jiang Huaiyi took advantage of the situation to grab her hand, rarely solemnly, and said, "From now on, you will have the two of us." β
"You can not only bully me, but you can also bully the little one." He chuckled, "If it's a boy, I'm sure I'll be very naughty." If he makes you angry, I'll beat him. If it's a girl - that's not good. β
Mingsheng raised an eyebrow. He said abruptly: "It's easy for girls to look like you, and I can't do it." When the time comes, you'll have to beat yourself up......"
Mingsheng snorted out laughing and hit him with his knee: "You raised a child just to beat him?" β
Jiang Huaiyi rolled down with another grunt, drunkenly blindfolded himself: "I don't care." β
The candlestick smokes an increasingly rich rose fragrance, making the night sweet and yellow.
She was full of helplessness, as if she had achieved perfection somewhere.
Life is like walking through a volcano under an ice cap, and you don't expect to fall into an ice pool in the next second, or be embraced by hot lava. She tried to think of many kinds of love on the lonely road, vigorous, and long-flowing, but she never thought that she would meet him.
But at this second, she thought to herself, she had an explanation for the rest of her life. 166 Reading Network