"Hey, this is good. It also symbolizes prosperity and wealth." Old Master Song walked forward with his cane and pointed to a set of wedding quilts next to him.

"This is better."

Song Wanwan looked at the two bright red wedding quilts and her face almost froze from smiling.

Because she didn't bring any bodyguards with her, she was carrying valuables in her hands.

It was difficult to let go, as grandpa couldn't carry anything, and Professor Chen was also carrying a lot of bags.

Thinking of Rong Luchi waking up from such a bright red wedding quilt, the picture suddenly came to my mind and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"This pink silk one is also good. Girls all like pink and tender things." Grandpa Song saw another set of pink silk next to it.

"Hahahahahaha!" Song Wanwan burst into laughter.

How come this little old man has a more girlish heart than her?

"Give me a set of this, and also get these beautiful wedding quilts." The old man pointed at the red wedding quilts.

"Yes, prepare them all."

"When I married your grandma, there wasn't much at home. We only had ten quilts and pots and pans."

Chen Bomin has never been married and doesn't know these customs.

When I heard about ten quilts, I immediately had an idea.

"That was in the past. Now there must be twenty-two of them, because good things come in pairs."

Song Wanwan: (⊙o⊙)!

"You don't have to bring it. There's no room for so many at home. Besides, two wedding quilts are enough."

It really doesn't take that much.

These bright red colors are so festive and dazzling.

She didn't even dare to think about what Rong Luchi's expression would be like if he saw such a quilt.

"Of course you want it. If you think it's too much, we can prepare the baby's stuff together. Please introduce both the boy and girl to me." Grandpa Song said generously to the staff behind him.

"Okay, please come this way, old man. This is the children's area."

"Okay, Wanwan, if you think it's too much or you don't like it, then prepare it for your future baby."

"Baby...this..." Song Wanwan wanted to say that it was really not necessary.

Baby hasn’t thought about it yet!

But I can’t resist the enthusiasm of the two elders.

After looking at wedding quilts, I started looking at baby quilts and children's quilts.

Looking at the two backs, Song Wanwan felt warm inside.

I have never been cherished like this.

Watching them seriously discussing fabrics and whether boys should use yellow or blue, it was as if they were grandfather and great-grandfather.

Song Wanwan smiled with tears in her eyes.

In that case, let’s follow the elders’ request.

From the luxurious and grand betrothal gift lists at weddings to such down-to-earth dowries from elders.

Song Wanwan truly felt that all this was exactly what she had imagined.

Starting from lunch, Song Wanwan accompanied the two elders to tour the entire commercial building.

It turns out that the elders are also quite good at shopping.

I arranged a car to deliver the things I bought during the day back to the apartment.

Song Wanwan was so tired that he sat aside and massaged his legs.

Grandpa and Professor Chen were still chatting.

After talking about the dowry at the wedding, we started talking about academic things.

Song Wanwan was right there, listening.

When Rong Luchi arrived, she threw herself into his arms.

"Honey, I just realized today how terrifying the purchasing power of this old man is when he goes shopping with Professor Chen and the others."

"What did you buy? Huh?"

"You'd never guess, they've picked out a lot of wedding quilts for us, bright red and pink. I hope you'll like them when the time comes."

Rong Luchi's handsome face froze: "Pink..."

"Yes, it's said on the Internet that no man can escape his wife's pink four-piece suit. What I didn't arrange for you, Grandpa and Professor Chen have arranged for you."

Song Wanwan said this, laughing until tears came out.

Rong Luchi was silent.

"Lü Chi is here, Mr. Song, let's go have dinner."

"Okay." Old Master Song stood up with the help of a cane.

The four of them went to a Western restaurant. At the table, the two elders kept talking about the development of the architectural circle.

Rong Luchi and Song Wanwan were having their meal.

The atmosphere is very warm.

After dinner, Chen Bomin returned to his own residence, and the old man followed him back to Song Wanwan's apartment.

"Wanwan, where is grandpa's letter box that we found in the old house?" Old Master Song asked Song Wanwan lovingly.

"I'll get it for you. I put it away."

"Okay, Grandpa will take a shower and read the mail. You can go over and keep Xiaorong company."

Mr. Song ordered.

Song Wanwan found some clean sheets and was preparing to decorate the second bedroom. As soon as she came over with the quilt, she felt a little shy when her grandfather said this.

She glanced at the man leaning against the door frame.

Rong Luchi raised his eyebrows calmly and said nothing.

But the darkness in his eyes was very obvious.

Song Wanwan's cat-like eyes narrowed, and her expression was a little coquettish.

Although they were married, she was still a little shy when her grandfather said that.

"Okay, let's make the bed for grandpa first." Rong Luchi stood up straight, walked forward, and took the quilt from Song Wanwan's hand: "I'll make the bed, you go find the letter for grandpa."

When he took the quilt, he also touched Song Wanwan's little hand.

On purpose, on purpose!

Deliberately teasing her!

Too rampant!

Song Wanwan pretended to be calm: "Okay, I'll go get it for grandpa."

The letters in there were all her grandfather's collection. She didn't dare touch them when she found them before.

She will take a look tomorrow after grandpa finishes reading it.

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