Chapter 220: Evening with Wind (10)
Hearing what she meant, Ming Zhouhe chuckled, "I've grown. I'll stay with you until sunset. I haven't had dinner at Zao Zao's yet. Zao Zao will treat me to dinner, right?"
"Yes." Lin Tingwan put down the chess piece, poured a glass of warm water and took a sip.
Outside the open door, Mrs. Lin came in with her maid and knocked on the door three times.
"Sister-in-law." Lin Tingwan turned around and called out.
"I'm here to find your eldest brother for dinner." Sister Lin nodded with a smile, then looked at Ming Zhouhe: "Mr. Ming San is here too."
Ming Zhouhe stood up and bowed to her, "Sister-in-law."
Mrs. Lin walked over to Lin Tingshen, took the book covering his face, and woke him up.
Lin Tingshen stood up and asked, "Why is Madam here?"
"I told you to go eat."
After Lin Tingshen stood up, Ming Zhouhe said, "Brother Lin, do you mind if I have dinner with you today?"
Lin Tingshen stretched his waist and said, "What's the problem? Let's go."
Ming Zhou and Xiang Lin's wife apologized for disturbing them.
"Mr. Ming San is so polite."
After the couple left, Ming Zhou and Chao Lin Tingwan tilted their heads.
Lin Tingwan followed beside him, looking very happy.
Not long after entering Lin Tingshen's yard, Lin's second brother Lin Tingwei also came to accompany him.
After dinner, Ming Zhouhe was still drinking with the Lin Tingshen brothers, and left only when the last rays of sunset were about to fade away.
Lin Tingwan sent him off.
Ming Zhou, who was slightly tipsy, didn't say much and walked quietly beside Lin Tingwan.
Lin Tingwan studied his expression, and when he reached the front of the carriage, she held out her hand, "Do you want me to help you?"
"Are you sure you didn't want to help me so early?" Ming Zhouhe stepped onto the carriage in two steps, sat in front of the crossbar with his legs half bent, and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.
The clear yellow glow fell far behind him, and when he smiled, his eyes rose up. Lin Tingwan thought he was very attractive at that moment.
Without replying, Lin Tingwan retracted his hand, turned around and walked a few steps, took the food box from Yuzhi's hand, and handed it to him: "I prepared a hangover soup for you."
"I'm not drunk, but since you prepared it for me early, I'm going to drink it." Ming Zhouhe took the food box and got into the carriage. "Come on up. I'll return the food box to you after you finish drinking."
Not sure what he was up to, Lin Ting went there at night.
The curtain fell, and the view inside the carriage became dark. She sat beside him and watched him take out the hangover soup from the food box and drink it all.
Lin Tingwan's eyes fell on his rolling Adam's apple, and then she lowered her eyes before he noticed.
Ming Zhouhe put the bowl back and handed the food box back to her.
Lin Tingwan stretched out her hand to take it, but the next moment he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
Her cheek rested on his shoulder, her lips brushed his neck, and the boy's fresh aura surrounded her like an overwhelming force, and Lin Tingwan's cheeks turned red in an instant.
The momentary soft coolness on her neck quickly disappeared. Ming Zhouhe paused, his hand loosely wrapped around her waist. He lowered his eyes to look at her brows and eyes, which were a little blurred in the hazy light before the long night arrived, and said, "The wine is a bit intoxicating, and I can't help my emotions. Please bear with my offense, my fiancée."
"Okay... okay." Lin Tingwan was a little unable to think.
The hug was only for a moment. Ming Zhouhe let go of her, held her shoulders and asked her to sit down. He leaned lazily against the wall and looked at her with a smile: "Just say see you next time and go down. I won't see you off."
Lin Tingwan held the handle of the lunch box, nodded blankly, and stumbled out of the car, "See you next time, Ah He."
Ming Zhouhe chuckled and lifted the curtain on the side to look at her back.
After everyone entered the door, Ming Zhou and Cai said to Xuan Yuan outside, "Let's go back."
On March 15th, Shi Jianli got married. Ming Zhou and Zao Yiri followed Qiao Ruoying and Ming Weishen to live in Princess Wu Zhao's mansion.
On the day of Shi Jianli's wedding, Ming Zhouhe woke up early in the morning and saw the servants in the princess's mansion working busy but orderly, and felt a little emotional.
When the wedding procession arrived, they gave Ming Zhaohuan a little trouble and asked him to call him "cousin". Ming Zhao and Li went out when they went to carry him.
Seeing her in her wedding gown, Ming Zhou and Wu Yan paused for a moment, then supported themselves on their knees with one hand, looked her straight in the eye, and said with a smile, "Sister, I'll carry you out."
In fact, my cousin didn’t call him cousin when she was a child. She doesn’t have many memories of him when she was two or three years old. Some of them were the coquettish calls of “brother” she made when she was just learning to speak.
She loves to make noises and laugh, and is very lively. She is his first sister. She wants to hug him when she sees him, and her eyes will bend into crescents when she calls him brother.
In response to her repeated calls of "brother", he spontaneously took on the responsibility of taking care of her and now sent her to the person she loved.
"Okay." Shi Jianli smiled and blinked, suppressing the sudden urge to cry.
When Jiang Shijianli was carrying the bridal sedan chair, Ming Zhouhe patted her head for the last time through the red veil and said softly, "You will be happy forever in the future. What I want to see most is the you with the bright smile as before."
"It's been eleven years since I've heard you call me brother. Before the bridal sedan gets up, can you please call me brother, Xiaoli?"
Tears still fell, Shi Jianli smiled and said: "According to my brother's good words, I will be happy forever."
Ming Zhouhe smiled and stepped down from the bridal sedan chair, "I'm going down."
"Okay." She responded softly.
After the sedan chair drove away, Ming Zhouhe withdrew his gaze. Turning back, he saw Qiao Ruoying's eyes were slightly red. He interrupted, "Mother, are you so happy that you want to cry? How about letting big brother follow my cousin and call you aunt tomorrow?"
Qiao Ruoying pressed the corner of her eyes with a handkerchief and patted his shoulder. "You rascal, you just asked your eldest brother to call you cousin, and now you want him to call me aunt. Listen to what you are saying. You should go back and stop drinking for your eldest brother."
He laughed and sighed, "They're using me as two people, escorting the bride and blocking the drinking."
Ming Zhou, Qiao Ruoying, Ming Weishen and Ming Yuelin, who also came to see them off, returned to the Anguo Mansion.
While Mingzhao was still trying to block the wine, Xuanyuan, who was sent on an errand, squeezed up to Mingzhou and said in a low voice, "Sir, Miss Lin is leaving."
Ming Zhouhe stepped out, rubbed his temples, and walked out. Seeing Lin Tingwan waiting for him outside, he strode towards her.
He leaned down, found her eyes, and smiled, "Early morning, I'm really going to be a little drunk today, so I won't see you off. Go slowly on the way."
"No need to see me off. Remember to drink the sobering soup." Xuanyuan came over and told her that Ming Zhouhe wanted to see her before she went back, so she was waiting for him here.
"Okay, listen to it early."
Lin Tingwan's ears turned red. After drinking, his voice was lower than usual, and his eyes were a little misty, making him even more seductive.
Ming Zhouhe took out a red envelope from his sleeve and handed it to her: "I'm giving you a special red envelope from the master's family to share in the good fortune."
"Thanks."
"Well, I'll come find you in three days." Ming Zhouhe didn't say he didn't like it. This was the joy of his elder brother and cousin. "Xuanyuan, take Miss Lin out."
"Yes, sir." Xuanyuan stepped forward.
Seeing Ming Zhouhe coming back, the guest who had been pouring him wine teased him, "Did you send your fiancée away? Ming San, when did you get married?"
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