169 Wedding Night
Because of this will, Uncle Jiang Da and Uncle Jiang San are still not satisfied.
Because the old man was served by Jiang Baohai's father.
But the old lady was not dead yet. She lived in the house. The other two families came to visit her from time to time and "took care of her together" for two years before she died.
This means that the three brothers will support each other in their old age, so the house cannot be given to Jiang Baohai's father alone.
If Jiang Baohai's father had not died in the mines, no one would know who would be living in this house now.
Of course, the current condition of the house is that Jiang Baohai renovated it himself, bought land in front of the door, and expanded the yard.
The property rights issues are no longer clear.
Uncle Jiang Da and Uncle Jiang San watched their eldest nephew become successful, and did not argue openly about such matters.
But on weekdays, every three sentences he talks about, if it weren't for us doing this or that, you three, mother and children, wouldn't even have a place to live.
Gao Qinghe had heard Jiang Baohai talk about this a few times in his previous life, but he didn't take it seriously.
Anyway, she lives in a big villa in the city, not in this small bungalow.
When you have enough money, even the most hateful faces of your worst relatives will become amiable.
Even if he was calculating in his heart, he would put on a flattering smile on his face.
In 1998, Jiang Baohai's cousin was getting married and had no house to live in, so he wanted to borrow the old house for the wedding. Jiang Baohai didn't say anything and readily lent it to him.
My cousin and his wife stayed there until their son got married.
Jiang Baohai didn't know what happened later, but he wanted to go back to the village to experience the leisurely rural life. He called his cousin's family in advance and asked them to move out, and he would come back.
My goodness! My cousin’s wife rushed to the company building with a group of people, crying and saying that the boss wanted to take her house.
Gao Qinghe had forgotten how Jiang Baohai handled the matter at that time.
She only remembered that she laughed at Boss Jiang, the kind-hearted man, for a whole year.
When Jiang Baohai was young, he said one thing to one person and another to another person. He was good at networking and had a ruthless nature.
He only sees things that can bring him benefits and things that are useless.
As time goes by, people start talking about family and brotherhood.
Those who followed him when he was young, now that he was old and down and out, had to be arranged to live in a nursing home.
Well, I was defrauded by my brothers and my house and land were robbed by my clansmen.
I built a road in my hometown and paid extra money to have the road built directly to my doorstep, but I was still scolded by the villagers with banners.
There are so many complaints that Gao Qinghe doesn’t even want to talk about them.
Jiang Baohai locked the door, took a shower, and then returned to the room.
I rushed into the house excitedly and closed the door. When I turned around, I saw my wife sitting on the bed with her hands folded, looking at me speechlessly.
"What's wrong?"
Looking down at herself, she was clean and refreshed. What was there that displeased her?
Jiang Baohai subconsciously reflected, could it be that I have done something to make her unhappy again without knowing it?
Forget it, never mind!
Today is our wedding night. If we delay any longer, the auspicious time will be gone.
Jiang Baohai walked to the bed and looked at the beautiful woman lying on the bed, his heart beating uncontrollably.
He coughed twice, took off his shoes and went to bed.
We are an old married couple, but I feel a little embarrassed when I think about what I am going to do next.
The 1.8-meter-long bed felt quite spacious to Gao Qinghe when she was alone.
As soon as Jiang Baohai got up, he felt the bed sinking down, his arms pulled inward, and the space became cramped.
A heat was approaching, it was Jiang Baohai's high body temperature.
Gao Qinghe was wearing a silk nightgown, and Jiang Baohai was wearing a silk short-sleeved pajamas with long pants.
The same dark red.
With a "click", Jiang Baohai turned off the ceiling light and turned on the wall lamp beside the bed.
The faint light refracts through the crystal to create a colorful halo, creating a dreamlike and ambiguous atmosphere.
"Wife, baby..."
Jiang Baohai looked at the person beside him and called out the nickname that only he could call.
She just stayed there quietly, doing nothing, but his heart couldn't help but be moved by her.
I remember reading a book about emotions before.
The book says that there are two kinds of liking.
One is physical liking, and the other is psychological liking.
According to the description in the book, Jiang Baohai felt that he liked Gao Qinghe both psychologically and physically.
Just by smelling her and seeing her, he felt a strong urge.
"Come closer."
Gao Qinghe suddenly spoke in a soft voice.
Jiang Baohai's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he obediently moved closer to her, stretching out his long arms, trying to hold her in his arms.
Gao Qinghe blocked his arm, grabbed it and put it at his side. Jiang Baohai then sat upright like a puppet with his hands hanging down.
"Don't move, just stay like this."
Gao Qinghe knelt up, facing him, and put her hand on his half-open collar to unbutton it.
Jiang Baohai raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and worried that it would be inconvenient for her to move, he slightly straightened his muscular chest.
He had been quite impatient at first, but now he thought she might want to take her flirtation slow, so he tried to suppress the urge to push her down and lowered his head to peck her face.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he got close to her, she gently pushed him away with a palm.
Those eyes filled with honey glared at him and said, "I told you not to move!"
Jiang Baohai took a deep breath and leaned back towards her.
Okay, okay, I’m going to torture him again.
Finally, all the buttons of the clothes were unbuttoned, and the silky pajamas slid to the sides, revealing the entire abdominal muscles.
There is also a scar on the left side of his waist.
Gao Qinghe frowned and reached out to touch it gently. The sutures had been removed, revealing a light pink scar about seven or eight centimeters long. It felt completely different from the hard muscles around it and was soft.
In this state, it feels like this thin layer of pink skin will break immediately if you move too much.
However, Gao Qinghe was also itching to do it, so he confirmed it again.
The warm fingertips tentatively pressed the pink scar lightly, and an unbearable groan immediately sounded from above his head.
Gao Qinghe asked with concern: "Why don't you feel completely well yet? How long will it take before you can move normally?"
Jiang Baohai, whose forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, was stunned.
What is she mumbling with her little mouth?
Unable to hold back his disobedience, he reached out and cupped her face, pressing his body against hers with rapid breathing.
Gao Qinghe's eyes were wide open, and his confused face was clearly reflected in his clear pupils.
She couldn't help herself and kissed him soothingly.
After the kiss, he leaned back, afraid that he could not withstand the test.
Jiang Baohai slowly realized that he was the only one up there.
The clear and bright eyes met the slightly narrowed phoenix eyes, and the breath they exhaled intertwined.
Gao Qinghe seriously suggested: "I think you need to abstain from sex for a while because of your injury."
Jiang Baohai's misty and moist eyes gradually turned cold, and he gritted his teeth:
"Baby, how can you say such cruel words with your warm little mouth!"
After talking it out, Gao Qinghe didn't feel so guilty.
He buttoned up his open pajamas one by one, "Wait a little longer, or else I'll be left with a lot of old age diseases and I won't be able to devote myself to it fully."
Jiang Baohai grabbed her hand and said, "I can do it, you don't have to worry about it, just focus on it!"
"no."
The gentle but unyielding tone filled Jiang Baohai's eyes with despair.
What’s the point of living such a dull life? It’s better for him to die!
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