Chapter 149 (1/2)

She nodded meekly, this time for real.

The next day was a fine day. The east wind murmurs, catkins flutter. The ground is full of colors, the air is full of faint fragrance, the Oriole is graceful in the branches, the butterflies are dancing and the birds are singing everywhere.

The wedding was held in Huayi building. All the guests were Lin Junmai's friends, and Shen Runan was the principal.

The big red wedding dress makes Qiao ruochu look like the queen of flowers in spring. As soon as she comes out, the beautiful scenery is eclipsed, and all her eyes are drifting with her.

”I'd like to celebrate this day, and I'd like to marry you today.”

Beginning with the bridegroom's rhythmic testimony, she remembers that she had made a toast to him and had a drink with him. After all, she came down to the ceremony. From then on, she was his wife.

After a busy day, she changed her Qipao to cope with cup after cup of toast.

Seeing off the guests, it was almost dark. She sat in the dressing room and complained. She didn't sleep well last night. She was pulled up early and dressed. What's more, she didn't eat anything from morning till night and was so hungry.

Wan Yingru accompanies her as her mother's family, making fun of her, and her nerves are finally relaxed.

After seeing off all the guests, Lin Junmai came in to meet her. She stood in the same place with a shy face.

”Home, ma'am.” He picked her up, went downstairs and got into the car.

In the late spring night, the light wind cuts and spreads the blush on a couple's faces. Lin Junmai's ten fingers tightly clasped his slender and graceful bride. All his deep feelings were beyond words.

Instead of going back to Fenglin residence, the motorcade went to his villa in the city and saw the happy words and red lanterns on the big iron gate from a long distance.

She thought to herself that he had even arranged his new house.

He was attentive to her. She felt content.

As soon as I got out of the car, I didn't have so much etiquette and restraint. The servant left at home made supper, steamed and stewed, as if she knew in advance that she wasn't full.

”Can I change it?” Qiao ruochu pointed to his clothes and asked childishly.

”Of course, it's all over.” He was surprised at her reserve.

But she thought, there is no her usual clothes here, what to change. The servant pointed to the bedroom and told her that part of the things had been moved.

Qiao ruochu ran in and found a set of home-made clothes, put on flat bottomed thick soft slippers, washed his hands, and wolfed down on the table. Lin Junmai looked at her trying to chew something in her stomach, like a fox that hasn't found food for a long time. She couldn't say she was slim and provocative. With the wine, she felt tender in her stomach and burning at her waist.