Lu Yu got up early in the morning, about seven o'clock in the morning, and when he arrived in the living room, he found that Su Chengcheng was also up, arranging flowers, all kinds of flowers that could not be named, bewitching and dazzling, and very beautiful.

Su Qingcheng fiddled carefully, and the temperament of a good wife and mother brewed on his body was extremely moving.

Lu Yu's impression of his mother - she used to be a famous Danjiaoer, but after getting married, she began to keep her family quietly, husband and children, probably this should be Su Chengcheng's current appearance.

Of course, now Su Chengcheng, the husband is the husband, and if this godson is a child, they have to work hard after they get married.

Thinking of this, Lu Yu said, "Daughter-in-law, what are you still rubbing, let's go!" ”

"What?" Su Chengcheng asked knowingly.

"What do you say, just pretend!" Lu Yu rolled his eyes wildly.

"I don't know." Su Qingcheng continued to arrange flowers, carefully fiddling with the slender stems of calla lilies, and packing them into the range of red clay flower pots. It's just that the green silk covers half of it, and the slightly exposed, crystal-like earlobes are slightly red.

"Pretending."

Lu Yu picked up the household registration book in his hand that had a good relationship and was reissued with his ID card, "Of course it's going to - hey, hey, you know." ”

"You're in a hurry!"

Su Chengcheng looked at his watch, it was only seven twenty o'clock, and the Civil Affairs Bureau hadn't started work in the morning.

This dog calf, is it possible that he can still run away?

Thinking of this, she laughed to herself.

When Lu Yu saw her laughing, he laughed too, as honest as a wild boar.

However, to be reasonable, all the water spirit cabbage will be arched by wild boars in the end.

"I can't stand you, wait here, I'll go freshen up and dress up." Su Qingcheng gave him a blank look, turned around and entered the room.

Taking out the hukou book from a book of poetry, Su Tingcheng sat in front of the mirror, touching up his makeup, and was inevitably apprehensive.

They all have plans to retreat.

Sneaking through the crack in the door, she saw Lu Yu pacing back and forth in the hall, like an ant on a hot pot, she chuckled, closed the door and sat down again, feeling that the eyebrows didn't seem to be well drawn today, and the lip gloss was not good enough - well, all kinds of excuses were just to make him anxious.

The most important moment in a woman's life, handing herself over to a man, of course, has to be arrogant and reserved.

She deliberately delayed time here, and Lu Yu was in a hurry, pacing back and forth in the living room, smoking cigarette after cigarette.

Not long after he was discharged from the hospital, Zhao Yourong, who got up for a morning exercise and walk, came back, saw him, and said suspiciously: "The surname Lu, what kind of style do you smoke, what kind of god are you dancing in the living room early in the morning?" ”

Lu Yu grinned: "Sister Zhao, good morning." You're so beautiful today. ”

Zhao Yourong was circled.

This dog calf didn't take the wrong medicine today, when did the little mouth speak so sweetly?

"Look at what I'm doing, my lord is in a good mood today. It's good, it's good, there's a red sun in my heart. Lu Yu's small expression was so sassy, he wanted to go to the rhythm of heaven.

"Lu Yu, I'll call you, I'll check the phone number of the psychiatric hospital first." Zhao Yourong said helplessly.

"you, you're mentally ill." Lu Yu gave her a blank look.

"And I went to the epilepsy hospital?" Zhao Yourong asked tentatively.

"Get out. I'm happy. ”

"What's so happy?" Zhao Yourong said suspiciously.

Won 5 million in lottery tickets?

"Life is a little Dengke, I'm going to prove it with Allure!" Lu Yu is colorful.

"So fast?" Zhao Yourong was taken aback.

At this moment, Su Chengcheng finally came out, and Lu Yu took her and ran out of the door. While turning back to Zhao Yourong, he said, "Sister Zhao, tomorrow at the Jinjiang Hotel, the master will be packed." Remember to come early for our wedding! ”

"Got it." Zhao Yourong didn't look at him angrily.

Look at this son of a calf, if she is Su Chengcheng, she really won't go today, see if she can kill him urgently.

Seeing the two holding hands behind the door, there were a lot of ripples in her heart.

This dog calf, with Allure, is this a positive result?

These two people have gone all the way, she can be regarded as witnessing with her own eyes, stumbling and twisting, it is really not easy.

Now, it's a lover who finally gets married, right?

Of course, she has a lot of blessings in her heart, but there are still some very strange thoughts in it.

What if—if it was her Miss Zhao who met this dog calf first?

Will he like him, and will he fall in love with him?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yourong shook his head, what happened to him recently, how could he have such a strange idea.

She thought about it, pulled out a number, and after a while, it was through: "Ghost girl, where did you go?" ”

"Sister Rong, I'm in the Potala Palace. I turned the Jinglun bucket, and I also saw the portrait of Cangyang Gyatso, that poem is deceiving, I don't think he is handsome at all, and there is not a tenth of Shichiro, no! One percent handsome! ”

A crisp voice came out of it, naturally it was Tang Mengmeng.

"Silly girl, the fragrance of flowers is naturally inaccurate."

"Sister Yourong, you can help me ask Qilang if he doesn't miss me anymore." Tang Mengmeng said suddenly.

"This ...... Whether he misses you or not, you won't know. Zhao Yourong said speechlessly.

"No, I can feel it. In the first few days, I could dream of him every day, but now it takes two or three days to dream of him. Sister Rong, I'm so scared, will he forget me? Tang Mengmeng asked.

"Silly girl, it's not that he's thinking about you, it's that you're thinking about him." Zhao Yourong sighed, "Mengmeng, don't shut up your Qilang, he's getting married." Listen to my sister, what's so good about that dog calf, what are you thinking about him, there are so many men in the world, much better than him. ”

"Oh, Sister Yourong, I have something to do, so I won't tell you."

Although he had long known that Lu Yu and Su Chengcheng would get married sooner or later, when she heard the news, Tang Mengmeng still felt empty in her heart.

In front of the Potala Palace, Tang Mengmeng, who was wearing a peaked cap and carrying a single-lens reflex camera, put down the phone and let out a sigh of relief.

"Little girl, at a young age, how can you learn to sigh from others?"

At this moment, an old Tibetan monk asked.

"Old uncle, who are you?" Tang Mengmeng asked.

"A pilgrim." The old monk smiled, his face was clear, his body was extremely thin, only the skin and bones remained, and it seemed that he would be blown down by the wind at any time, only his eyes were bright and clean.

Tang Mengmeng sighed and was in awe.

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