Chapter 238

There were many children around the door, who were attracted by the sound of firecrackers. Aunt Zhang seemed to have been prepared and handed out handfuls of happy candies, playing happily one by one.

Ye Huanyan was a little trance. For a moment, she thought it was really a carefully prepared wedding, waiting for her lover to hold her hand and formally bring her into this already very familiar old house.

Ling Han's voice sounded on his side, "grandma, let me help you back to the house first. The smoke here is too heavy."

"Just hold Yan Yan. I have Aunt Zhang."

The old lady gave him a push and winked at him.

Ye Huanyan clutched the hem of his coat until his palm was warm. He really came, took her hand, took her side by side, and looked at the old lady and the crowd, showing a gentle smile.

One side did not know who the child was. He was twelve or thirteen years old, with sugar in his mouth, and asked loudly, "is it marriage? Who is the bride?"

Aunt Zhang pointed to ye Huanyan and said with a smile, "Xiao Yu, what's your look? Isn't this the bride?"

The little boy called Xiao Yu rolled his eyes around ye Huanyan and said in surprise, "Wow, is there a baby in the bride's belly?"

"Isn't it!"

After being confirmed, the child looked at ye Huanyan and Ling Han for a while, and only two cracks remained in his eyes. "The new lady is so beautiful that the baby born in the future must be very beautiful!"

"The mouth is so sweet, this child, give the child a red envelope," the old lady smiled and leaned on Aunt Zhang, happy.

Seeing that Xiao Yu got a red envelope when he said auspicious words, four or five children rushed up after looking at each other, clustered Ling Han and ye Huanyan, and exploded in a swarm. They kept talking about "happy marriage for a hundred years", "happy marriage", "having a baby early", "growing old together for a long time", and even "congratulations and getting rich".

Ling Han was stunned in the crowd. At first, he was a little angry, but it prevented a group of half aged children from having a bad attack, but he seemed at a loss.

And ye Huanyan saw that Ling Han didn't embarrass her cynically, and the children were very cute. Thinking of this in his stomach, his pale face immediately dyed a trace of crimson. When he got off the bus, the door was really much happier.

"How nice." The old lady stood on the steps and looked at a pair of beautiful people not far away. The more she looked, the happier she became.

Years ago, she had asked Aunt Zhang to start preparing for the wedding. Only waiting for the consent of her two children, it would take half a month at most, and the wedding would be successful. It was just a thousand calculations. Unexpectedly, later, Yan Yan was imprisoned, and her body suddenly died.

This wedding can only take a simple form now.

Entering the gate of the old house is equivalent to the recognition of Ye Huanyan's daughter-in-law status by the Ling family.

Aunt Zhang led ye Huanyan back to the room and changed her clothes. When she came back, she was completely dressed as a Chinese bride.

A pair of emerald earrings were hung on the earlobes, a red Chinese style jacket with a piece of Hetian jade tied around the waist. The green ears swayed slightly with the walking posture, and a pair of delicate peony embroidered shoes were on the feet. This outfit was personally selected by the old lady.

Ling Han stood at the gate of the yard. He had been impatient. When he looked up, he saw ye Huanyan coming in this suit, with light steps and jingling rings. Coupled with her soft and gentle temperament, no one was more suitable for this Chinese dress than her.

Aunt Zhang looked at it vividly and wrote down the look of absentmindedness in Ling Han's eyes. She planned to tell the old lady quietly for a while.

"Young master, don't you hurry to hold Yan Yan? The old lady is waiting for you two to serve tea." Aunt Zhang reminded me and went to the front hall first with a smile.

Ling Han instantly recovered, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "just get married, is it necessary to dress like this?"

The Fei color on Ye Huan's face was dimmed for a few minutes, and she tightly pursed her lips and didn't speak.

A strong pull on her wrist made her stagger. Before she stood still, he only heard an impatient urge, "who are you going to show here if you don't go?"

In the front hall, there are lanterns and decorations, and the windows are pasted with bright red window decorations with happy words, which are full of joy.

The old lady sat upright on the senior teacher's chair, and changed into a dark red cheongsam, surrounded by a gray shawl. She was very elegant and temperamental. At first glance, she was born in a famous family, and even more rare, she put on makeup, covering up a somewhat gray look. Seeing Ling Han leading ye Huanyan in, her face suddenly showed a smile,

A pair of eyes looked around the two people and said, "there was a man's style originally, but it's a pity that I chose the style too late, and the master of cutting clothes hasn't done it yet. It's a pity..."

Ling Han changed his clothes and looked obedient and respectful before entering the door, and said dismissively, "when getting married, people usually only look at the bride. The groom's sense of existence is not high, so don't bother. Her whole body adds up to millions, right? It's enough to earn eyeballs."

Isn't it? Just a gold hairpin near the Fenglou and the Hetian jade pendant on the waist have passed a million, not to mention this handmade Chinese wedding dress of Lanjiang century old embroidery building.

The old lady glared at Ling Han angrily, "where did you get the eyeball? Yan Yan didn't even have a guest to marry you. This is my biggest regret now. Don't say a million, I'm willing to give up even ten million. Don't be cheap and sell."

Ling Han lowered his eyes, "yes, it's all your money anyway, I'm not at a loss."

"You'll think about it, smelly boy." The old lady smiled.

The whole room also laughed, and the atmosphere in the room was much livelier.

Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, ye Huanyan had some comfort in his heart and tried to make himself believe it. In fact, he was not so unwilling to accept this marriage.

While talking, Aunt Zhang had brought the teacup and tray of blue and white porcelain to both hands.

Ye Huanyan held the cup, knelt on the cushion in front of the old lady, and whispered, "grandma, drink tea."

After drinking tea, the old lady took out a bulging red bag from under the chair and stuffed it into her hand. She smiled very kindly, "good boy, get up quickly."

Ling Han also offered tea, took the red envelope, and stood side by side with ye Huanyan.

"Grandma, don't make it too complicated. The doctor said that you should have more rest." Ling Han figured out what procedure to follow and reminded the old lady to rest.

The old lady raised her hand to signal him not to speak, then looked at the door and coughed twice, with a trace of sadness in her eyes, "are you all invited?"

Aunt Zhang nodded, looked at the door, and saw a figure in the distance, "Lao Zhang is coming."

Ye Huanyan looked doubtfully at the door of the hall. When he saw what Zhang Bo and the servant behind him were holding, the blood on his face suddenly faded.

"On a big day, you two should also offer tea to your parents." The old lady's voice echoed in her mind again and again. Ye Huanyan only felt a buzz, and her brain was in chaos.