Chapter 114 As long as she wants, I will be there
Zhang Hening's eyes lit up.
"May I?"
But the next second, he met his elder brother's cold and sharp gaze, and looked at the bridal chamber with a thick atmosphere, and he became dispirited.
Her eyes turned red, and she put all the red envelopes on the bed, her voice becoming low.
"Okay, I'll leave. I won't disturb you two. I'll leave if I want to."
"Anyway, from now on, I'm not the only one of Xibao's relatives, and I'm not the only one..."
Jing Zhuo frowned.
"Talk nicely, why are you crying?"
Strange tea.
It was as if he had bullied her.
Sure enough, the next moment Song Xi climbed up from the bed and glared at him resentfully.
"Don't be mean to her."
Jing Zhuo: “…” How fierce is that?
Song Xi was also a little sad.
She felt that Zhang Hening was in a low mood all night.
When Mingming set out from the capital, he happily followed her to enjoy the banquet in Suzhou.
But I didn't eat much.
I was still unhappy at the end, and I lost my beloved peach blossom bracelet.
Song Xi took out a card from her white satin handbag and put it into Zhang Hening's hand.
"What's this?"
"Sister-in-law, I've saved some money and will give you a big red envelope."
Zhang Hening: “?”
Song Xi pretended to be relaxed and said, "Now that my generation has been elevated, I'm your legal sister-in-law. We're all family. I'm going to support you for the rest of your life, so of course I have to give you a good start."
Zhang Hening's eyes were wet again.
"Wuwuwu Xibao..."
The two of them hugged each other on the big red bed and moaned, as if they were the newlyweds.
Jing Zhuo took out his cell phone, tapped a few times quickly, and with a ding, the phone fell down along with his voice.
"The ban on money is over. I've opened a credit limit for you. Go downstairs and sleep."
I heard him use his money ability.
Zhang Hening put the card away, quickly let go of Song Xi, and ran downstairs panting.
The bed was a mess, with scattered red envelopes and account books spread all over it. Song Xi sorted the counted and uncounted ones into two piles and sorted them out.
With a "click".
Jing Zhuo locked the door and turned it twice.
When he came back, he saw Song Xi getting out of bed. He stretched out his arms and hooked them around her waist.
The snow-white cheongsam fits tightly to her body, outlining every curve and every inch of her skin.
The waist is very thin and soft.
Just holding it makes me thirsty.
With Song Xi's cold face and excellent bone structure, Jing Zhuo couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her.
I have been coveting someone else's moonlight for a long, long time.
He got it.
She would see him, photograph him, photograph him alone, and finally belong to him alone.
No one can take a photo.
All these lights are his.
All belongs to him.
Jing Zhuo was breathing heavily, his forehead resting against Song Xi's forehead, his big hands tightly grasping her slender waist, pressing her into his arms.
"Wife, you are so beautiful."
"The first time I saw you wearing a cheongsam, I wanted to cook."
He tilted his head and kissed her lips again, lingering and whispering softly.
"Wear it, and let me try."
Song Xi was bewitched in a daze, and the succubus came online. She had a long meal with him while wearing a cheongsam.
The stove is a sofa.
He sat and she slumped.
After the ceasefire, Song Xi collapsed on the sofa and it took him a long time to recover.
Her hair was also messy, and the tips of her ears, nose and lips were all red.
Red and white match, pure and sexy.
The two stayed together for a while, and Song Xi moved her body and wanted to get up, but he held her in his arms.
"Don't hug me anymore?"
"I'm going to take a shower." Song Xi said.
Her whole body was covered in sweat and felt sticky. She felt very uncomfortable.
"Together." said the man.
"But the bathroom is very small..."
"It's okay, I can hold you while I stand."
"?"
"How about testing my arm strength and seeing how long I can hold it up?"
Song Xi: "...Can I not try?"
"cannot."
A truly strong person never complains about the environment.
A real chef never thinks he has too few stoves.
He can turn any place into his battlefield without affecting the final quality.
There is no need to separate wet and dry areas this night.
Better than separating wet and dry areas.
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Because of the hasty engagement.
There is only one day left.
Before returning to the capital, Song Xi took Jing Zhuo to visit his uncle's house.
The last time she came back, there was no one at her uncle's house. Except for yesterday's engagement party, she had not actually brought Jingzhuo to the house to recognize her relatives.
My uncle's house is in a large courtyard in the suburbs of Suzhou. It is a building built by local people, but it is located in a scenic protection area.
My uncle and aunt had three sons and no daughters. In the past few years, the sons grew up and wanted to buy a house in the city, which cost them all the family savings.
The old couple moved back to their old house from the city, where they worked hard for their son.
Song Xi also grew up in this old house.
My aunt took out a photo album, which contained some scattered photos of Song Xi when he was a child.
But only before the age of five, it was her mother who recorded the time for Song Xi with a camera.
After her parents passed away, everything in the house was divided up, and no one wanted these photo albums. Her aunt thought they were beautiful, so she helped her save them.
"Now that Xiaoxi is married, I'll leave these photos with you as a memory."
Jing Zhuo held the photos and looked at them one by one.
The little girl inside was wearing a princess dress and had delicate pigtails. She was eating McDonald's, chicken legs and French fries.
Eat the egg tart core.
In front of her were delicate and beautiful little cakes one after another.
The little face is sunny, clear and cute, and she smiles brightly at the camera.
Being raised very well.
Her mother loved her very much and took many photos of her.
Frozen in time are those years when she was the happiest and most carefree.
For many, many years to come, Song Xi relied on this warmth to heal his life.
"Xiao Xi has suffered a lot since childhood. A child without a mother is like a weed. Even with the care of relatives, but..."
My aunt secretly glanced at Song Xi who was helping in the kitchen and sighed, "Everyone has their own children. How can they control other people's children? There will always be times when they are partial, selfish, and neglectful of her."
"Now she's married and has a husband. Marriage is the beginning of a second life for a woman. I hope she can have a stable family from now on. I also hope you can be nice to her and don't let her lose her family for the second time."
Jing Zhuo lowered his eyes, collected the photos one by one, and put them carefully into his inner pocket.
"She's fine."
He said.
"She is resilient, independent, outstanding, bright, and has taken good care of herself. She is a very good person."
"Even without me, her second life will blossom beautifully."
"I am attracted to her, I like her, and I need her. I hope she can give me a home."
"So, I will always firmly choose her. As long as she wants me, I will be there."
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