"Zhao Yin, I know you're reluctant." Seeing that Han Zhaoyin came to his senses, Master Han personally brought him a bowl of decanting soup, "Dad has no choice." If you don't marry the prime minister, then the Han family can't be saved. ”

Han Zhaoyin's confused eyes gradually focused, and then he pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly, and drank the decanting soup in one gulp, "Father, the child has never blamed his father." Moreover, marrying the prime minister's daughter was also my own decision, and my father did not need to blame himself. ”

Old Man Han opened his mouth in a sneer, and a thousand words finally turned into a sigh. He didn't know how to comfort Han Zhaoyin. But fortunately, Han Zhaoyin's performance was even better than he imagined.

"Zhao Yin, on the day of your wedding, don't show the thoughts in your heart on your face." Master Han was worried that Han Zhaoyin would not be able to control himself, so he babbled and admonished.

"Father rest assured, this kind of thing will definitely not go wrong." Perhaps because of his drunkenness, Han Zhaoyin's voice was a little hoarse.

I couldn't bear to look at the son I had cultivated single-handedly, showing such a lonely look, Master Han explained a few words, and then left in a hurry, looking at the back, there was a sense of running away.

The room suddenly fell silent, leaving only Han Zhaoyin alone, looking at the bed curtain above his head in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

The chirping of cicadas on a summer night sounded outside the window, mixed with a barely audible murmur, "Jiujiu." ”

In the corner that no one knew, a crystal teardrop slipped from the corner of Han Zhaoyin's eye, wetting the pillow, and under the pillow, there was an embroidered handkerchief.

She smiled and handed him the embroidered handkerchief, "This is a new product I have recently researched, you can take a look." ”

"Zhaoyin, thank you for saving me."

"Zhao Yin, we are friends forever."

"Zhaoyin, I wish you happiness."

……

Everything was like a dream woven of gravel, and when the wind blew, it all dispersed.

If you want to say that the most concerned thing in the capital recently, it is naturally the relationship between Han Zhaoyin and Miss Prime Minister. Since it was confirmed, the two families have been busy non-stop, but Han Zhaoyin has become the most idle one.

He doesn't care how to prepare for family affairs, he only takes care of his own things. He has also seen the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion once, she is a standard lady, she walks like a weak willow supporting the wind, and she smiles without showing her teeth, but as soon as she opens her mouth, she destroys the beauty of it, like a dominatrix.

But he didn't care much, it was just a political marriage in itself.

Han Zhaoyin still had a ridiculous idea in his heart, since the bride was not Bai Jiujiu, then it didn't matter who it was.

Although his heart was overturned, his face was still calm, so no one could see what he really thought. Han Zhaoyin has been in the business world for so many years, and he has developed the ability to hide his emotions. If he doesn't want people to notice, no one can know his heart.

Soon, it was the day of marriage.

Han Zhaoyin changed into a wedding dress early in the morning to pick up his relatives, and the expression on his face was very calm, without sadness or joy. Seeing that the mansion was full of red silk and double happiness, Han Zhaoyin's heart suddenly felt a little dazed.

Is he really, really going to get married?

Today, the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion was opened, whether it was the Prime Minister or the people in the mansion, they were all beaming, and the carriages that came to drink the wine were about to block the gate. The onlookers all craned their necks to look in with great interest, their eyes full of envy.

Because Han Zhaoyin is in business, the Han family has a rich background, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has thousands of family wealth. This family affair is naturally extremely luxurious.

And because of the prominent status of the bride's family, most of the guests who came to eat and drink were extremely ministers, and the people had to take a few more glances at the name of the nobles.

When Bai Jiujiu and Xu Huaiqing arrived, they were taken aback by the crowding scene. The two looked at each other, and saw surprise in each other's eyes, this Han Zhaoyin became a relative, didn't he bring the entire capital to him?

As Han Zhaoyin's partner and friend, Bai Jiujiu was naturally invited, and if she came, Xu Huaiqing had no reason not to come. It's just that when writing this invitation, no one knows how painful Han Zhaoyin's heart was.

Before coming, Bai Jiujiu had discussed with Xu Huaiqing, what kind of gift should I give? The red seal is naturally to be given, but it always feels too vulgar, Han Zhaoyin has helped her so much, and now it is his wedding day, so he has to give a special gift if he says anything.

"Go pick them a pair of bracelets." Xu Huaiqing cautiously suggested.

Before he boasted about Haikou, saying that he had taken care of the gift, but the next day he left this matter behind, and for this reason, Bai Jiujiu angrily let him sleep on the floor for three days.

Rubbing his stiff shoulders quietly, Xu Huaiqing smiled wryly. It's nothing to sleep on the floor, but the beauty is lying down, and she can see it but can't eat it, which is more uncomfortable than anything else.

Bai Jiujiu glanced at him, obviously sneering at Xu Huaiqing's suggestion, the bracelet was also bought, no different from giving money, not to mention that Han Zhaoyin had so many silver buildings under his name, what did it mean to give him a bracelet.

Xu Huaiqing proposed a few more things, all of which could be bought in the shop, but they were all vetoed by Bai Jiujiu one by one, and it was not until the marriage was approaching that Bai Jiujiu made a decision to embroider a mandarin duck pillow.

Although Bai Jiujiu personally went into battle to make Xu Huaiqing a little unhappy, the mandarin duck pillow or something was exactly what it meant to bless Han Zhaoyin to get married. The vague mind is satisfied, and even the nod is answered.

Although the time was very tight, with Bai Jiujiu's embroidery, it only took one day to embroider. Just looking at the lifelike embroidery, this pillow is already very eye-catching, not to mention, Bai Jiujiu also added spiritual power to it, even if he has money, he can't buy it.

The two came to the Han Mansion with this pair of mandarin duck pillows.

Han Zhaoyin greeted the guests at the door, and his face was about to stiffen. When he saw Bai Jiujiu and Xu Huaiqing coming in, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he stepped forward quickly, "Jiujiu, Huaiqing, you are here." ”

"Congratulations, Young Master Han, from now on, you are also a family person." Bai Jiujiu winked in a mocking manner.

Han Zhaoyin shook his head helplessly, staring at Bai Jiujiu's white and tender smiling face, and felt a sense of loss in his heart.

"By the way, this is a gift for you, don't dislike the shabby gift." Bai Jiujiu smiled and handed over the pillow.

"Did you embroider it yourself?" A hint of surprise flashed in Han Zhaoyin's eyes.

"Of course, otherwise you think I'm fooling you by buying it at any store, I'm a connoisseur." Bai Jiujiu smiled playfully, and the sunlight sprinkled on her face sparsely, making Han Zhaoyin couldn't help but feel a little dazed.