There is red wine, pastries, everything is ready.

Zhiyun lay comfortably.

As she lay there, she suddenly remembered her son whom she had not taken care of all day, so she turned over and went to look for him.

When I found my son, he had already drunk his milk and fell asleep.

Zhiyun kissed Xiao Tengsheng's forehead lovingly: "Good night, baby."

Just as she was about to stand up, Han Qingrang, who appeared out of nowhere, held her down.

Zhiyun couldn't get up, so she looked up at him.

Then, Han Qingrang leaned over, picked up Zhiyun and held her horizontally, and left the baby room.

All the way out, Zhiyun's hands were tightly around Han Qingrang's neck.

Zhiyun asked him, "Are you tired today?"

"Not tired," he said.

Zhiyun asked again: "Are you nervous today?"

"Nervous," he said.

Of course, one would be nervous about the final wedding in life, and Han Qingrang was no exception.

However, what he was most nervous about was not the progress of the wedding, but the excitement and tension caused by the secretion of dopamine. He held her hand tightly all the time, fearing that all this would be like a dream in the blink of an eye.

After carrying Zhiyun back to the room, Han Qingrang placed her on the wine-red wedding bed.

Zhiyun was a little hungry. Hunger broke through her sleepiness and tiredness, and she got up to look for something to eat.

"They seem to be all pastries." Zhiyun said, taking a piece to taste.

The taste is excellent, but just to match the festive occasion, the word "囍" is printed on it.

Knowing that Zhiyun would be hungry, Han Qingrang had already given instructions.

The servant knocked on the door and came in pushing a dining cart. He placed the dinner prepared according to Han Qingrang's instructions on the dining table one by one, and then pushed the dining cart out.

Han Qingrang pulled Zhiyun over to sit down and said, "Eat these."

Zhiyun sat down and saw the delicious dinner. She licked her lips happily and said, "Hubby, you are awesome."

As soon as the words fell.

The man was visibly stunned.

He leaned closer to her and said, "Zhizhi, repeat what you just said."

Zhiyun held his face, kissed his lips and said, "Hubby, you are awesome."

"Say it again."

"Hubby, you're awesome."

"More to say."

"Hubby, you're awesome."

It was like he couldn't hear enough.

Zhiyun was extremely hungry, so she stopped talking and picked up her chopsticks to eat.

The porridge made with lobster and crab meat was incredibly delicious and thick. There was also a jellyfish head with aged vinegar, dragon prince steamed dumplings, and swan lava pastry...

Zhiyun ate a lot because she was very hungry.

After finishing the meal, he realized his sin and blamed Han Qingrang: "I ate so much at once. I won't burn the calories and will gain weight."

The servant came in and cleared the dishes away.

Han Qingrang stood up and took her hand, "Then let's help digest the food?"

Zhiyun misheard, "Aren't you tired?"

Han Qingrang said, "I'm not tired."

Since he wasn't tired, Zhiyun didn't feel tired either, so she opened her arms and said, "Come on."

Han Qingrang: "..."

After waiting for a while, there was no movement at all. Zhiyun looked at the smile on the corner of his lips and realized that she had misunderstood.

Zhiyun was not embarrassed, since they were already an old couple... Well, she was still embarrassed.

She said coquettishly: "It's your fault for not explaining clearly."

Han Qing stretched out his arms, put his arm around Zhiyun's waist, and brought her in front of him, "Zhizhi, actually, this is what I meant."

Zhiyun blushed, "We agreed to help with digestion, stop making trouble."

Han Qingrang picked her up and walked towards the big bed: "I'm serious about helping you digest your food."