Chapter 283 The two-faced wild rose that the military commander wants to provoke (34)

"Then get up." Lin Muqing struggled to break free from his arms and just as she sat up, a quilt was put on her shoulders and a pair of big hands reached out from behind to wrap her tightly.

Her body and mind felt warm. She turned around and heard Yansheng getting out of bed in his pajamas, speaking in a particularly domineering manner.

"Cover yourself, I'll pick out clothes for you."

Wen Yansheng went to her closet. She had added a lot of warm winter clothes in this month, including colorful cheongsams, capes, and beautiful separate sets, filling up two closets.

"I want to wear a cheongsam."

"Rose red?" Wen Yansheng took out a rose red embroidered cheongsam. The fabric was soft and thick, and it would be enough to wear an extra coat, so he didn't say anything.

"The Marshal has a very good eye. He picked the best one right away."

Although Wen Yansheng looked calm, he looked more carefully at the second piece and only took it when the pattern matched her preference.

"This one?" he turned around and asked her.

“It looks good too.”

"The Marshal can take a photo in military uniform, but he should also wear a suit."

"Well, how about wearing suspenders and a shirt?" he said casually.

"Has the handsome man ever worn it?" She could hardly imagine what it would look like on him wearing such ruffian-like, rich-kid-like attire.

"A period of time has passed since the teens." Wen Yansheng somehow thought of what Wen Shuqi said that day about being too young. Indeed, compared to her age, he seemed older, but Qing'er had never despised him, so he had to love her well.

"Have you ever taken photos, Marshal?" She wanted to see how young Wen Yansheng was. Her expectant eyes made the man's heart warm and also dispelled the knot in his heart.

"It seems so. I'll show it to you when I find it."

"Uh-huh."

"But I'll wear one soon. I'll wear a school uniform, haha."

"As you say, Qing'er looks good in anything. The western wedding dress is downstairs, take it with you later. Do you want to take the photos somewhere else besides the photo studio?" Wen Yansheng thought it would be better to take the photos here, "Why not ask someone to come to the mansion to take the photos?"

"That's fine. It's freezing cold and it would be cold and troublesome to go out." She sat cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in a cotton jacket, with only her head above the neck exposed, and looked at him and said.

"Take off your pajamas first." Wen Yansheng walked to the bed carrying a cheongsam, his voice gentle and ambiguous.

"How about letting the Marshal perform?"

"Yes, that's what I'm best at."

She fell on the bed laughing and was dragged to the bed by someone.

…

After going downstairs.

Both of them were dressed in a noble and elegant manner, with military uniforms and rose-red cheongsams. Even in the black and white photo, they were beautiful enough to fill people's eyes with color.

The photographer came to Wen Gongguan with a bunch of photographic tools, wearing a pair of reading glasses, smiling and nodding.

"Hello, Marshal, Hello, Madam Marshal, my name is Guo Jinan, whatever you want to shoot, just tell me, I will make sure you are satisfied."

God knows how happy Guo Jinan was to get this business, even though it involved certain risks.

Lin Muqing communicated her general idea to the photographer, and then began to take pictures in every corner of the house with Wen Yansheng's arm around her.

"One was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The cheongsam beauty and the military commander sat in the middle of the big sofa, looking at the camera together.

Then he changed into another set of clothes.

Wen Yanshengzhen put on a shirt with suspenders and black trousers. His fierceness was restrained. When he looked at her lovingly, coupled with his stunning appearance, he looked like a hipster rich young man.

She hadn't changed out of her mature cheongsam yet, and with the makeup on her face, the two of them really didn't match when they stood up, and looked more like younger brother and older sister.

I couldn't help but sigh: "I feel like I can't call him 'Marshal' anymore, 'Wen Shao' fits the bill a little better."

"Really?" Wen Yansheng couldn't help but say, and led her men downstairs.

"A photo of a gentle student spinning in the arms of a rich young man under the eaves of a corridor in front of a western-style building, with a sweet and brilliant smile."

It’s time to take photos of a Western-style wedding dress, not one with a very fluffy skirt, but one that’s more fairy-like.

"One was taken in the garden. She was wearing a western wedding dress and a white veil, while Wen Yansheng was wearing a white suit. Both of them had handsome facial features and gentle and intimate smiles. The falling snow added a sense of winter story."

The photographer held up a magnesium flash and pressed the shutter of the retro camera to record the beautiful scenes.

"The Marshal and his wife are a perfect match, so beautiful."

…

Lin Muqing has spent the past few days in the Wen Mansion.

In the evening, she would go out with Wen Yansheng, return to her territory, and come back after finishing her work.

Until the wedding banquet five days later, in the reception hall of Wen Mansion.

western wedding.

The place was surrounded by soldiers and fortified walls on all sides, and the atmosphere was both festive and solemn.

On the day the invitations were sent out, Haiping's upper class was extremely surprised.

Lin Muching's identity was neither hidden nor made known to the outside world; it was shrouded in mystery.

In addition, on the wedding day, Qi Song, who was feared by everyone in the Ocean Group, sent a four-wheeled rickshaw to Lin Muqing as a gift, claiming to be her step-sister. This gave the wedding a different meaning.

Seeing the layout of the Wen Mansion and the pomp of using military vehicles, no one looked down on an orphan girl without a father or a mother. Instead, no one envied her.

Many people are trying their best to participate.

Wen Yansheng was both excited and worried about her that day. He held her arm throughout the whole process and walked through the whole process gracefully and calmly.

Until the ceremony is over and you return to the bridal chamber.

This was the first time Lin Muqing entered the house where Wen Yansheng lived. It was three or four times bigger than her previous one.

A bright red bed, red curtains, and a wedding character on the windowsill.

Wen Yansheng carried his wife, who was in his arms like a princess, to the bed, then squatted down and massaged her legs to relieve her blood circulation. He learned this from a doctor, so his technique was very clumsy.

"Thank you for your hard work today, Madam. Did your little baby bother you?"

Lin Muqing lowered his head with a smile in his eyes, his face was as rosy as a peach, his eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as a painting. The man squatting in front of him was wearing a black Chinese suit. He pulled him up and let him sit beside him and hugged him.

"I'm not tired, I just went downstairs for a walk. The Marshal is tired today."

"Hmm? I'm not tired."

"I said the corners of your mouth never came down."

When Wen Yansheng heard this, his eyes froze for a moment, and he smiled and said, "Master, are you happy?"

"Of course, okay. Why don't you take a shower and go to bed early on your wedding night, or try out the firmness of the new bed, Marshal?" Her hand had already reached out to unbutton her clothes, but was held down by Wen Yansheng, who was so aroused by her words that his whole body trembled.

"Don't tease me."

Wen Yansheng was worried that she would have adverse reactions as a pregnant woman. After learning some information about her pregnancy, he didn't dare to do anything rash in the past few days. He either ground her gently or didn't do it at all.

Otherwise, once a fire is started it will be difficult to put out.

"uh-huh."

"Do I have to sleep under a quilt on my wedding night?" She crossed her arms but was not in a hurry.

But the next moment, the zipper on the waist was pulled down.

A hand slid in and covered...

Wen Yansheng couldn't hold it at all.