Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Wedding
Chapter 40
Shang Ziyi was upset by Fu Zhou. Tears welled up in her eyes and her voice seemed to break. "Don't...itch..."
She struggled slightly but couldn't pull her foot free.
Fu Zhou held her ankle and moved her towards him. He wanted to do something, but finally held back. His Adam's apple rolled slowly. "Why don't we go to the play? Let's go sit in the new house?"
Shang Ziyi had never been to the new house since it was renovated. She was quite curious and pursed her lips. "Is it inappropriate to go at this time?"
"No." Fu Zhou stared at her. It was just a raised eyebrow, but it gave people the look of wanting to eat someone, alluring and captivating. "It's perfect for you to go."
Shang Ziyi and Fu Zhou went to the Imperial Garden. The red carpet stretched from the entrance to the main gate, with gorgeous red roses on both sides. From a distance, it looked like a burning flame.
Fu Zhou knew that she liked white roses and explained, "On the wedding day, they will all be changed to white roses."
Shang Ziyi is not such a picky person. Red roses have the beauty of red roses, and white roses have the delicateness of white roses. In fact, red roses are also very good.
"No need to change, just red roses," she said.
Fu Zhou took her hand and squeezed it gently. "I promised you a white rose, so it must be a white rose."
"Do you always talk like this?" Shang Ziyi asked with her head tilted.
"What?" The bright white light fell on Fu Zhou, outlining his handsome figure. His cold white face seemed to be coated with a layer of shimmering light, making it hazy.
People also look more handsome and charming.
When Shang Ziyi looked at him, he was also looking at her.
When their eyes met, their heartstrings were faintly plucked.
Shang Ziyi seemed to hear a buzzing sound. The sound was very light, but it did not fade away for a long time.
"Keep your word." The hem of her skirt was too long, so she lifted it slightly. In her peripheral vision, she saw that the man beside her also helped her lift it a little.
It was a very natural movement, as if he had done it a thousand times.
Shang Ziyi frowned slightly and then relaxed, changing the subject, "It's so smooth, it seems like you've done it often before."
Fu Zhou understood what was going on and raised the corner of his mouth. "My aunt also likes to wear this kind of super long skirt. I helped her wear it since she was a child. I wonder if this explanation is satisfactory to Mrs. Fu?"
“…”
Shang Ziyi's mood was up and down. She turned her head to look elsewhere and whispered, "I didn't say anything. Who asked you to explain?"
Having said that, the raised corners of her lips revealed her mood; she was very happy.
Fu Zhou is the best at understanding people's hearts and knows what to say to please others. This may be related to his long experience in the business world.
"Well, it's my job to explain." Fu Zhou took the responsibility. "It has nothing to do with you."
It would have been better if he didn't say it. After he did, Shang Ziyi's cheeks became even redder. She said, "You're teasing me again," and raised her arm to hit him.
Fu Zhou didn't move, and waited until she finished beating him before moving on.
The assistant, servant and driver following behind all turned their heads to look elsewhere and couldn't help coughing twice.
I haven't eaten for several days after eating this wave of dog food.
Fu Zhou is not a person who shows his emotions, but there are some things he doesn't want to avoid. For example, he wants to pamper Shang Ziyi, and he wants everyone to know.
He wanted them to understand that the woman in front of them was the mistress of this house, and her meaning was his meaning.
He demanded their absolute obedience.
There cannot be the slightest bit of negligence.
He can't, and no one else can either.
Shang Ziyi noticed that he was walking slower and urged him, "Hurry up."
Fu Zhou smiled, followed with big strides, and asked softly, "Are you tired? If you are, I will carry you."
Shang Ziyi glanced at the dozen or so people behind her and asked him to hug her openly. She didn't care about her dignity, but she had to endure it even if it made her tired.
"No," she said. "I'll go on my own."
Fu Zhou saw through her concerns and said calmly, "Stop and turn around."
A dozen people at the back stopped and turned around.
Fu Zhou moved closer and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, they can't see it. Don't be shy."
Shang Ziyi: “…”
He was thick-skinned, but she wasn't. She looked up and said, "If I said no, then—"
Before he could finish his words, Fu Zhou picked her up sideways. He had wanted to do this when he entered the room.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Shang Ziyi pinched his arm, "Put me down."
"The road is too far. I'll carry you." Fu Zhou glanced at the high heels on her feet, "otherwise your feet will hurt."
"I don't need you to hold me." Shang Ziyi was too embarrassed to face anyone and hid in his arms. "You're so domineering."
Although it was a whisper, Fu Zhou still heard it. He lowered his head, and his thin lips fell on the top of her head, his voice long and seductive.
"Don't you like being bossy?"
"Okay, I won't do that next time."
Shang Ziyi didn't believe it. He said the same thing last time, and he said it again this time.
She put her arms around his neck and looked at him with a pout, "Do you do this to other women?"
Fu Zhou's eyes changed slightly, "No."
Before Shang Ziyi could ask the next question, she heard him say, "I only do this to you, Mrs. Fu."
The voice of "Mrs. Fu" was so alluring that Shang Ziyi's heart began to beat wildly. In a panic, she pinched his waist hard.
I heard his muffled grunts and the doting, suppressed sounds.
"Leprechaun."
*
The decoration of the room was based on Shang Ziyi's preferences, and the bed was also custom-made according to her requirements, but it didn't cost one million, but ten million.
The comfort level can be imagined.
Fu Zhou held her in his arms and stopped in front of the bed. His voice seemed to be soaked in the night, a little deep and a little charming. "Do you want to try it? Hmm?"
Shang Ziyi followed his gaze and looked at the three-meter-wide bed. Diamonds were spread all around the bed, and the largest diamond was embedded on the headboard.
The lights are hanging down, dazzling people.
The bright red wedding quilt is woven with gold, and judging by the workmanship, it must be purely handmade.
The house is covered with carpets imported from France, the same as those used in Shang Ziyi's home.
She shook her head, "No."
Who knows if he wants to do something bad, so she doesn't want to give him this opportunity.
Fu Zhou didn't expect her to agree, so he coaxed her, "Let's go to the bathroom."
They went to the bathroom, which was just as Shang Ziyi requested, 200 square meters, with an imported bathtub that was shining brightly.
The first time Shang Ziyi saw the bathtub, she remembered that night. She had a vague impression that they had been entangled in the cruise ship bathroom for a long time.
The water-soaked dress clung to her body, outlining her curvy figure.
She also heard a suppressed growl.
The flames ignited and burned her to heaven.
All she can recall now is the heart palpitations she felt that night and the indescribable feeling of strangeness. If someone asked her how she felt that night?
Perfect, she would probably say.
Perfect in every way.
A one-of-a-kind experience.
Fu Zhou raised his foot and walked forward. Shang Ziyi turned around and stopped him, saying, "No, I want to go out."
Fu Zhou: "You've been staring at the bathtub. Don't you want to experience it yourself?"
"I didn't." The sound of the clip made people tremble. Shang Ziyi said in a coquettish voice, "Get out, get out."
Fu Zhou rubbed his chin against the top of her head and said, "Okay, get out."
His bottom line would only be compromised again and again in front of her.
The bedroom couldn't be stayed in, so Shang Ziyi pointed to the French window and said, "Go to the balcony."
Fu Zhou carried her to the balcony, bent down to put her down, and pressed her against the French window. The Big Bad Wolf is the Big Bad Wolf. No matter how much he pretends to be like that, his true intentions will still be revealed.
He lifted her chin and asked with burning eyes, "Do you like it?"
Shang Ziyi was caught in his gaze and her heart skipped a beat. "Hmm? What do you like?"
Fu Zhou leaned closer, his eyes entangled and hot, "I like it..."
Shang Ziyi's heart was in her throat, and her hands hanging by her side clenched into fists.
"Do you like it here?" he asked.
Shang Ziyi's heart dropped to the ground. She thought he was going to ask something else, so she pursed her lips and said, "...I like it."
The white long skirt was reflected with wrinkles, just like her heart at the moment.
Fu Zhou didn't ignore the strangeness in her eyes and continued to attack the city, "What do you like?"
Shang Ziyi: "..."
"I like them all," Shang Ziyi said. "The decor is beautiful, the bed is big, and the bathroom is nice too."
"I don't think the bed is big enough." Fu Zhou's face stopped in front of hers, and when his eyelashes were raised, he seemed to be able to touch her, "It's not good to roll around."
“…”
Shang Ziyi couldn't talk about such an embarrassing topic, so she reached out and pushed him away. "We're done, let's go back."
"We've only seen the second floor. There's more upstairs." Fu Zhou held her hand and gently pinched her wrist. "Let's go upstairs and take a look."
There is a baby room, a toy room, and a confinement nanny room on the third floor.
There is a gym, audio-visual room and bar on the fourth floor.
There is a terrace on the fifth floor. Standing by the railing, you can see half of Beijing North City.
Fu Zhou pointed to the lush trees in the distance and said, "That's the golf course. Let's go there someday when we're free."
Shang Ziyi: "Do you like playing golf too?"
"I know a little, but I'm not proficient." Fu Zhou put his arm around her waist and said, "Mrs. Fu, please be merciful when the time comes. Don't let me lose too badly."
Fu Zhou is multi-talented and there is nothing he is not good at. He said this just to make the beauty happy.
Shang Ziyi poked him in the chest and said, "If you lose, you must be punished."
"What's the punishment?"
"You'll sleep in the guest bedroom as punishment."
"That won't work." Fu Zhou's Adam's apple rolled, "I still need to tell a bedtime story, and it's not convenient in the guest bedroom."
"I don't have to listen."
"But baby has to listen."
Fu Zhou lowered his head and said to Shang Ziyi's belly: "Baby, is what Daddy said right?"
Shang Ziyi curled her lips and reached out to poke his face. Her finger slipped and poked his Adam's apple, "Shameless."
Fu Zhou grasped her fingers, pulled her into his arms, and then circled her waist. "Congratulations, Mrs. Fu, for your new understanding of me."
"A reward."
He held her jaw and kissed her lips.
*
On the wedding day, the entire northern part of Beijing was jammed with traffic, and traffic was almost paralyzed. More than a thousand security personnel were deployed to maintain order.
Countless luxury cars drove into the hotel's underground parking lot.
The grand occasion is the most spectacular.
Some media people also wanted to sneak in, but they were discovered as soon as they approached. This sensational wedding of the century was eventually labeled as mysterious.
Apart from the people present, no one knows what the scene is like inside.
Is the bride's crown royal?
And is the betrothal gift worth over 100 million real or fake?
Does the groom really dote on the bride that much?
Everything became a mystery.
However, as the protagonist of the wedding, Shang Ziyi was completely unaware of the grand occasion outside the venue. She woke up early in the morning to the lively sounds.
It took nearly three hours to wash and put on makeup.
After dressing up, the groom brought everyone to pick up the bride.
There were two hundred people in the wedding reception party, all of them wearing high-end suits and looking so handsome that they were dazzling. But even so, it was difficult to hide the handsomeness of the groom.
The red groom's suit perfectly outlines his figure, and he is a walking flame.
You can see it at a glance.
Shang Ziyi's bridal party is not weak either. The number of bridal party members is equal to the number of people on the groom's side. It's easy to pick up the bride, but they have to do it according to the requirements.
The questions are varied and cover everything.
The best man responds first, followed by the groom.
Fu Zhou had attended other people's weddings before, but none of them had been as grand and lively as this one.
Among several beautiful figures, the one he saw at first was Shang Ziyi, who was sitting on the wedding bed in a red Xiuhe wedding dress.
She was more beautiful than flowers, and her lively eyes disturbed his breathing the moment she touched him.
Fu Zhou rarely loses his composure, and for the first time he knew what it meant to be at a loss.
I sang two English songs in a row and answered the tricky questions they asked.
They encountered some obstacles when trying to find the item because there were too many people and they didn't know where it was exactly. Fortunately, Fan Xue winked at them and they successfully found it.
Fu Zhou came to Shang Ziyi with flowers in his hand, and amid the jeers of everyone, he called out, "Wife."
Shang Ziyi lowered her head with a shy smile.
Someone said, "If the bride doesn't respond, she can't leave."
Everyone said in unison: "Answer him, answer him, answer him."
Shang Ziyi raised her head, her eyes sparkling with ripples, and she hummed very softly.
"Good." Cheers and applause came at the same time.
Then came the highlight, someone shouted: "Give me a kiss, give me a kiss, give me a kiss."
Fu Zhou strode forward, lifted her chin, and kissed her straight away.
Shang Ziyi, you are mine.
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