Next, Tian Xinmiao was even busier.

While busy with the breeding of potatoes and wheat, busy with the technical problems of the starch products factory and the chicken factory, busy tearing down the old house of the family and building a new house, and busy telling Tian Xinzhuang to prepare for marriage.

In a flash, it was April 16, the day when Tian Xinzhuang and Han Yuqing got married.

Looking at Han Yuqing, who was wearing a bright red shirt and navy blue pants, her hair was coiled up according to the style of the twenty-first century, and she was shyly toasting everyone with Tian Xinzhuang, Tian Xinmiao suddenly wondered how that silly boy coped with such a lively scene when she was unconscious.

Ever since he saw those few words she had written to him, the silly boy had become more and more presumptuous and worse.

Every time she writes a letter, she reads it with a red face, but she is reluctant to put it down.

It's been a year, it's been a year since the silly boy left home, and now she really misses him, the kind she wants to miss very much.

Tian Xinzhuang and Han Yuqing finished toasting the guests in the courtyard together, and the guests dispersed one by one.

In the evening, Li Yuanshun and others made a fuss in the cave room for a while, and they didn't leave with some envy until more than ten o'clock.

Tian Xinzhuang couldn't wait to wash up, then ran back to the house and bolted the door.

Looking at his somewhat urgent look, Han Yuqing's heart was inexplicably a little flustered.

Since he hugged her for the first time that night, he seemed to be a different person, whenever there was a chance for two people to be alone, he would secretly hug her and kiss her.

Only then did she realize that wood was no longer wood, and it was a little 'scary'.

"Yuqing, daughter-in-law, I, let's rest quickly!"

Tian Xinzhuang couldn't wait to hug Han Yuqing's waist, and there was a feeling of urgency in his voice.

Han Yuqing pointed to the two glasses of wine she had poured on the table, "We haven't drunk the glass of wine yet?" ”

"A glass of wine?"

Tian Xinzhuang didn't know that there was such a stubble, and secretly complained in his heart about the bad boys who had been making trouble in the cave room for a long time, and the people who came up with the idea of letting them drink a glass of wine, and reluctantly let go of Han Yuqing's waist.

Looking at Tian Xinzhuang's somewhat painful expression, Han Yuqing secretly bent the corners of his mouth.

She pulled him to sit on the edge of the table and picked up two wine glasses tied together with red ropes, "Xinzhuang, after drinking this glass of wine, you and I are husband and wife, will you feel sorry for me in the future?" ”

Han Yuqing's shy face was in front of him, and his watery eyes were full of expectation and affection for him.

Tian Xinzhuang couldn't control himself anymore, pulled her into his arms and let her sit on his lap.

He didn't take the wine glass in a hurry, but put his forehead against her forehead, "Daughter-in-law, you are my daughter-in-law, I don't feel sorry for you, who feels sorry for you." ”

As soon as the words fell, he quickly kissed the lips that he could only taste recently.

The scorching heat instantly spread between the two of them, and even the red-red new house seemed to be about to be burned, red and beautiful, red and hot.

Han Yuqing felt the hard thing under his buttocks, and he was a little at a loss.

However, her hand clenched the wine glass in her hand tightly, and there was some obsession in her heart, that is, they had to drink the wine in hand, so that he and her would really be tied together and never separated.

Tian Xinzhuang groaned in pain, trying to withdraw his thoughts.

"Daughter-in-law, let's drink a glass of wine first, and then let me hurt and hurt you."

"Hmm!"

Han Yuqing responded softly and raised the wine glass in front of the two.