"Congratulations to the young master!" Everyone in the auction house immediately shouted in unison.

"Congratulations, master!" Everyone in the Purple Family also congratulated Zitong loudly.

Ziqiong smiled and waved to the Zi family, "Here, accept all the dowry gifts, and prepare a banquet, I will celebrate for Zitong and Beichen tonight!" ”

"Thank you, master!" Beichen thanked politely, "However, since I married Zitong, I should be responsible for this banquet." ”

"From now on, we will all be a family, what's polite." Ziqiong smiled gently, "It's busy here, you go and sit in the Cold Moon Pavilion, it's quiet there, just leave the matter of the banquet to me!" ”

"Good!" Beichen was not polite, and immediately pulled the purple pupil into his arms and flashed up.

The steward of the Zi family had already arrived, and immediately instructed the little servants to carry the boxes of dowry gifts to the backyard, and Beichen returned to the Cold Moon Pavilion with Zitong in his arms.

When he came to the pavilion and was put on a chair by him, Zitong just smiled evilly.

"A thousand boxes of dowry, aren't you afraid to empty your Ziwei auction house?!"

"Not a thousand, it's a thousand and one boxes." Beichen corrected solemnly, and then unfolded his palm, the light between his fingers flickered, and there was already an extra delicate small box that was more than a foot long, "Mr. Qiu said, this is called single-mindedness. ”

Purple Pupil burst out laughing, "I didn't expect you to be stuck in these vulgar rituals." ”

Beichen smiled, didn't make a sound, just gently put the small box in his hand in her arms.

Of course, he will not stick to these vulgar people, but he will not miss her as other women in this world should have.

If it weren't for the rush of time, it was really too late, he just wanted to collect all the good things in the world and give her as a dowry.

Mr. Qiu said that the heavier the dowry, the higher the value of the woman, but how can this more than 1,000 boxes of dowry be as good as one ten-thousandth of hers? !

Purple Pupil opened the small box in her arms suspiciously, and it was neither gold nor silver, nor was it a star stone treasure, but a few stacks of account books and a thick stack of deeds.

Seeing her doubts, Beichen explained lightly, "This is the account book of the auction house, as well as all the properties in my name in the Central Continent. ”

Purple Pupil raised her face in amazement, "What are these things doing for me?" ”

"As I said, what's mine is yours." Beichen looked at her calmly, "I, Beichen, have always been good at talking. ”

Men say, "What's mine is yours," and most of the time it's just talking.

But he's different, he can do what he says.

Even his people and lives are willing to give her to her, what else is he reluctant to give?

His love is so domineering and direct.

Love is love, and giving is all, without reservation.

Zitong didn't even look at the contents of the box, she had already fastened the lid of the box, and just patted the wooden box carefully, "You're not afraid, I'll take everything you have and be with someone else's man?" ”

His tone was still calm, "You're mine, you can't escape!" ”

"So, I can only talk to you for the rest of my life?" She smirked.

"That's right." His tone was firm and domineering.

Zitong smiled and looked at him, "Beichen, I love you too, I love you very much!" ”

He was slightly stunned and silent, and then he withdrew his arms and hugged her into his arms, his arms tightened, as if he wanted to rub her small body into his heart, bones, bones, and blood.

Just for this love word, what defense is there to do everything?!

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