Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Wife, please, love me. ...
Chapter 42
Shang Ziyi also saw Fu Zhou, and her legs couldn't help but soften when she remembered how fiercely he kissed her just now.
Fortunately, Fan Xue was there to support me, otherwise I would have been embarrassed.
Seeing her cheeks flushed, Fan Xue asked, "What's wrong?"
Shang Ziyi was reluctant to talk about private matters, so she shook her head and said, "It's okay."
"Your lip is a little scratched." Fan Xue took out her lipstick and touched up her makeup again, teasing, "Did he bite it?"
Shang Ziyi turned her head and looked elsewhere.
Fan Xue: "He's quite anxious."
Shang Ziyi: “…”
She pushed Fan Xue and said shyly, "Don't talk about it anymore."
Fan Xue smiled and said, "Okay, I won't tell you."
When the door opened, they immediately put away their smiles and walked out slowly.
The wedding was originally scheduled to be held outdoors, but the weather was not good and it started to rain heavily, so it was changed to an indoor wedding.
The style is still in accordance with Shang Ziyi's requirements, with white roses and luxurious crystal chandeliers everywhere, each showing Fu Zhou's thoughtfulness.
Shang Ziyi walked forward slowly holding Shang Sen's arm. In the dim light and shadow, she remembered that night on the cruise ship when a man grabbed her waist and asked for a kiss.
A month later, two lines appeared on the pregnancy test stick, indicating she was pregnant.
From the initial confusion to the dust settling, he has always stood firmly by her side, allowing her to have no worries.
This man may be domineering, but he is indeed the best for her.
She thought they should be able to live happily.
The moment her hand was held, she came back to her senses and tears started to flow from her watery eyes. She had promised not to cry, but in the end she couldn't hold it back.
Crystal clear tears flowed down her cheeks.
The man who was walking stopped, turned around, kissed her face through the veil, and gently wiped away the tears.
Laughter was heard.
Shang Ziyi buried her head in his arms. When the host on stage saw this, he immediately changed his words.
"Dear friends and family, let them bear witness together and wish them happiness and joy."
There was applause.
After a moment, the host said: "Groom, please hold your bride in your arms and let us run towards a beautiful future together."
This was specially arranged by Fu Zhou. Shang Ziyi was pregnant and he didn't want her to be too tired.
The hugging part was probably only seen at Shang Ziyi's wedding. She was at a loss for a moment, "No, I want to walk by myself."
"Your feet don't hurt anymore?" Fu Zhou coaxed, "It's the same if I hold you."
"Everyone walks on their own at their wedding, so it's weird for me to hold it like this."
"We are all people, and you are you. It's not strange."
"But I want to go by myself."
"If you keep talking I'm going to kiss you."
Out of sight, Fu Zhou threatened, "I'll carry you or I'll kiss you, it's your choice."
Under the veil, Shang Ziyi's cheeks flushed redder and redder, and she said in a coquettish voice: "Scoundrel."
Fu Zhou really liked her calling him a scoundrel, "Call me that more tonight."
Shang Ziyi: “…”
She quietly twisted his waist.
The sharp-eyed people saw their flirting and clapped their hands loudly.
Others didn't know what it meant, but they also started taking pictures.
The applause that had just stopped started again.
Shang Ziyi's face turned redder and redder amid the applause. She felt embarrassed and happy at the same time.
From now on, she will spend the rest of her life with this man. Although they got married because of pregnancy, who can guarantee that there will be no love in the future.
She is quite looking forward to this.
After the wedding was settled, Shang Ziyi's wedding dress was a little messy, so Fu Zhou helped to take care of it. He was very skilled and seemed to do it often.
The host quipped, "Mr. Fu is really caring."
Fu Zhou said: "It's my duty to take care of my wife."
Zhou Yan was in the audience and whistled when he heard his proud words.
Mr. Fu signaled him with his eyes to calm down and stop making trouble.
Zhou Yan pursed his lips, sat down, and made eye contact with Fan Xue beside him. The glances faded away immediately. He coughed lightly and turned his head away.
Fan Xue's expression also looked a little strange, but no one noticed at this time.
Everyone's attention is on the newcomer.
The host made several requests, and Fu Zhou complied with them all.
The next one is kissing the bride.
The host set a difficult question: "Veil kiss, three minutes, no breathing in between, can you do it?"
Shang Ziyi knows this.
He can do it.
They had just kissed for three minutes without taking a breath, and she almost fainted.
Seeing that they didn't say anything, the host changed the topic, "It doesn't matter. If three minutes doesn't work, then two minutes, or one minute."
How could a man say no? Fu Zhou's Adam's apple rolled slowly, "No need to change the time, just three minutes."
He whispered something to Shang Ziyi in her ear. After hearing this, Shang Ziyi's legs softened even more and she said in a coquettish voice, "Can you please not do this?"
Fu Zhou: "No."
"What about one minute?"
"Your husband isn't that bad."
“…”
Shang Ziyi was about to say something when he blocked her lips. Because of the veil, it was inconvenient for her tongue to come out, but even so, Fu Zhou still forced his way in.
Attack cities and capture territories without any hesitation.
Everyone was watching, and Shang Ziyi couldn't make a sound, so she could only suppress it. This caused the blush on her cheeks to spread behind her ears, then to her entire neck, and even her entire body.
Zhou Yan shouted from the audience, "Two minutes left."
Fu Zhou held her waist with one hand and supported the back of her head with the other, allowing the tip of his tongue to penetrate deeper.
The veil was really inconvenient, so he stepped back, lifted it, got under it, and kissed her again.
Someone reset the time.
"Start in three minutes."
Without the obstacle, the kiss became even more passionate.
Shang Ziyi's legs were weak and she couldn't even stand, so she could only lean on him.
The soft and boneless touch made Fu Zhou's heart wander. If he hadn't been concerned that it was a wedding, he really wanted to carry her away and go straight to the presidential suite on the rooftop.
"Two minutes."
"One minute."
Zhou Yan shouted, "Fifty seconds..."
"Five seconds, four seconds, three seconds, two seconds, one second."
The timer stopped, but the two people kissing deeply on the stage did not stop.
After a moment, Fu Zhou reluctantly pushed it away.
Shang Ziyi hid in his arms.
This episode immediately ignited the atmosphere on the scene. Later, the host asked the two to perform a few intimate little programs, and then it came to an end.
The old man served as the witness and personally went on stage to deliver a speech.
"Let us wish the newlyweds everlasting love."
*
Shang Ziyi never knew that getting married was so tiring. Her legs were so tired that she couldn't even walk. She said coquettishly, "It hurts."
Fu Zhou knelt on one knee in front of her, lifted her legs and kneaded them gently.
Shang Ziyi lay on her side, her hair hanging down at her temples. "What's the next step?"
Fu Zhou: "Wedding banquet."
Shang Ziyi pouted and said, "Can I not go?"
"What do you think?" Fu Zhou threw the question back.
Shang Ziyi continued to act coquettishly, "I don't want to go."
Before Fu Zhou could say anything, the door to the lounge opened and Mrs. Shang walked in. Seeing them so affectionate, she turned her back to them and said, "The wedding banquet is about to begin. Make your preparations."
Shang Ziyi motioned Fu Zhou to stand up, then said, "Mommy, I don't want to go."
Mrs. Shang turned around and said, "No."
"I'm tired."
"You have to go, it's polite."
Shang Ziyi bit her lip and said, "Okay then."
She winked at Fu Zhou, and Fu Zhou said, "You don't have to stay too long. I'll be back soon."
Knowing that he doted on her the most, Shang Ziyi smiled and said, "Okay."
Mrs. Shang's phone rang, and she left first, reminding him before leaving, "Hurry up."
The lounge door closed, and Fu Zhou helped her stand up. "You haven't done what you promised me last night."
"Last night? What happened?" Shang Ziyi had forgotten a little.
"You forgot so quickly?" Fu Zhou held her waist and helped her recall.
Shang Ziyi remembered that when they talked about the wedding last night, she casually said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Fu Zhou: "Is there a reward?"
She said, "Yes, what reward do you want?"
"What can you give?" he asked.
Shang Ziyi was anxious at the time and blurted out, "I'll give you whatever you want."
Fu Zhou: "Then you take the initiative to kiss me once."
Every time they kissed, he was the one who initiated it, and he hoped she would take the initiative once too.
She seemed to agree later.
Shang Ziyi's legs went limp for a moment, "Didn't we just kiss?"
"That's not enough." Fu Zhou pressed the person into his arms, "You take the initiative this time."
Shang Ziyi struggled for a long time, then stood on tiptoe and pecked him on the lips, "Is that okay?"
It was like a dragonfly skimming the water, and I couldn't taste anything.
Fu Zhou: "No, try again."
She climbed onto his shoulders, raised her chin again and offered her lips to him, first kissing the corner of his lips, touching them lightly, neither moving closer nor retreating.
After sticking to her for a few seconds, when she tried to move away, Fu Zhou took control.
The kiss lasted nearly eight minutes.
Shang Ziyi seemed to be on fire. Before she melted, she pushed him away and said breathlessly, "My makeup is smudged."
There was mist in her eyes, which was cute and beautiful. Fu Zhou couldn't help but kissed her for a while before letting go completely.
"I'll ask them to come in and touch up your makeup."
"good."
The stylist fiddled with it for half an hour before finally getting it right. He then quietly reminded her, "Better to exercise some restraint."
Shang Ziyi: “…”
*
The banquet hall was very lively, with people always toasting Fu Zhou. Zhou Yan tried to stop him from drinking, but was forced to drink several times in a row, and he could hardly walk steadily.
Fan Xue helped him to the lounge, leaving the others to escort Fu Zhou.
No matter how protective you are, you still drink too much.
Shang Ziyi looked at the expression in his eyes and her heart trembled inexplicably. When he was sober, he never looked at her with such affectionate eyes.
She supported him and said softly, "I'll take you to rest."
Fu Zhou stared at her without saying a word.
Shang Ziyi felt hot under his gaze and touched her face, "Is my face dirty?"
Fu Zhou still didn't speak.
Shang Ziyi pretended to be angry and said, "Speak."
Fu Zhou: "You are so beautiful."
Shang Ziyi: “…”
I thought that "You are so beautiful" was the limit of his sweet talk, but after the two of them arrived at the presidential suite on the top floor, he seemed to have unlocked a collection of sweet words and kept saying them.
Shang Ziyi was overwhelmed by what he said and turned to escape, but was pulled back.
Fu Zhou pushed her against the wall and looked at her with his bloodshot eyes, begging.
"Wife, I feel bad, can you make love to me?"
Shang Ziyi: “…”
Shang Ziyi didn't know where he was feeling uncomfortable, so she touched him randomly and asked, "Tell me where you feel uncomfortable?"
Fu Zhou grabbed her hand and rubbed his face in her palm like a cat. "Kiss me and I'll be fine."
Afraid that she didn't hear clearly, he slowly leaned over, with his nose almost touching hers.
"Wife, please, make love to me."
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