Chapter 149

She nodded meekly, this time for real.

The next day was a fine day. The east wind murmurs, catkins flutter. The ground is full of colors, the air is full of faint fragrance, the Oriole is graceful in the branches, the butterflies are dancing and the birds are singing everywhere.

The wedding was held in Huayi building. All the guests were Lin Junmai's friends, and Shen Runan was the principal.

The big red wedding dress makes Qiao ruochu look like the queen of flowers in spring. As soon as she comes out, the beautiful scenery is eclipsed, and all her eyes are drifting with her.

"I'd like to celebrate this day, and I'd like to marry you today."

Beginning with the bridegroom's rhythmic testimony, she remembers that she had made a toast to him and had a drink with him. After all, she came down to the ceremony. From then on, she was his wife.

After a busy day, she changed her Qipao to cope with cup after cup of toast.

Seeing off the guests, it was almost dark. She sat in the dressing room and complained. She didn't sleep well last night. She was pulled up early and dressed. What's more, she didn't eat anything from morning till night and was so hungry.

Wan Yingru accompanies her as her mother's family, making fun of her, and her nerves are finally relaxed.

After seeing off all the guests, Lin Junmai came in to meet her. She stood in the same place with a shy face.

"Home, ma'am." He picked her up, went downstairs and got into the car.

In the late spring night, the light wind cuts and spreads the blush on a couple's faces. Lin Junmai's ten fingers tightly clasped his slender and graceful bride. All his deep feelings were beyond words.

Instead of going back to Fenglin residence, the motorcade went to his villa in the city and saw the happy words and red lanterns on the big iron gate from a long distance.

She thought to herself that he had even arranged his new house.

He was attentive to her. She felt content.

As soon as I got out of the car, I didn't have so much etiquette and restraint. The servant left at home made supper, steamed and stewed, as if she knew in advance that she wasn't full.

"Can I change it?" Qiao ruochu pointed to his clothes and asked childishly.

"Of course, it's all over." He was surprised at her reserve.

But she thought, there is no her usual clothes here, what to change. The servant pointed to the bedroom and told her that part of the things had been moved.

Qiao ruochu ran in and found a set of home-made clothes, put on flat bottomed thick soft slippers, washed his hands, and wolfed down on the table. Lin Junmai looked at her trying to chew something in her stomach, like a fox that hasn't found food for a long time. She couldn't say she was slim and provocative. With the wine, she felt tender in her stomach and burning at her waist.

He stood up, took Liu Ma, Zhongpu's maid, aside, explained a few words, and went upstairs first.

When Qiao ruochu was satisfied with his meal, he remembered that he would face him tonight. His face was red and his ears were dizzy.

"Madam, the young master is waiting for you in the bedroom on the second floor." Seeing that she had been sitting on the table for a long time, Liu Ma came to remind her.

When she went up, she didn't see Lin Junmai in her bedroom. The light in her study was on. She took her clothes and took a bath. When he came out, Qiao ruochu lowered his head and saw him waiting on the bed. He quickly turned his back and didn't dare to take a step forward. He came and leaned over to see her face, ruddy and blooming. He gently picked it up, put it on the bed, pressed it up, pecked it from her brow, and when he reached her neck, he saw that she firmly grasped the collar button, broke it, and grasped it more tightly. He would kiss on the exposed skin, a pink halo, gradually connected into a piece, Yin away, like freehand landscape painting. Looking down, her legs curled up into a ball, like a fox caught by a hunter, shivering.

Is she still unable to accept herself. Lin Junmai's heart appears that damned suspicious shadow again. He regrets that he didn't kill Gu Jun on the spot yesterday.

"Ruochu." He lay down, took the poor fox in his arms, and called her name softly“ I'm afraid. " Her voice was so low that she couldn't hear it clearly“ I'm your husband. Chuer is not afraid. " Lin Junmai gathered her in his arms, took her hand and kissed her.

When she calmed down a little, he put his clothes on her chest and said in her ear, "I'll wait for you." She was so sleepy that she put her ear to his chest and fell asleep. When she woke up in the middle of the night, the light was still on,

He fell asleep and snored softly. She moved a little and he woke up.

She drew a little distance from him and then leaned gently over. Seeing that she was not as frightened as before, he found her lips and kisses, her clothes were taken off, his whole body was full of flames, breathing heavily, and his throat was vague: "ruochu, you are so beautiful."

His hands wrapped up the snow on her chest, warm and powerful. She felt him tremble slightly, and his side face seemed to be hot again. After conquering the city with both hands, he was sweating like a tiger lost in the plain and unable to find the mountain road.

She seems to understand what's going on. The pink Begonia takes the initiative to put her little hand on his back to comfort him.

Because of her encouragement, he soon found her most gentle.

At that moment, the whole body air stagnation, breathing suddenly stopped.

The animal like low roar shows that the blood is just, and the first taste of lust is hearty. After all, the brute force is greater than the weight and consideration, which makes the icy and clean people under the body hurt and tear their hearts and lungs. The sweat drops from their forehead can't help crying.

When the tears disappeared, he held up his weak body, gently kissed her eyebrows, apologized for his rudeness, and said that he had known that he should go to the hall in advance to find a woman. Qiao ruochu closed his waist and cried, "I'd rather be like this, I'd rather be like this..."

"Chuer, Chuer,..." He called her breast name, rubbed her into the heart, carved into the bone, endless lingering, indescribable love.

One night, the reeds nestled in Yushu, and from then on, the spring night was short.

Wake up in the morning, the sun early climb three pole, double curtain was half opened, only the transparent white feather yarn with the wind, the sun happily through, linger on the red bed curtain, with the fragrance of flowers, full of spring. Qiao ruochu closed his eyes and thought about Yanhuan last night. The red tide came on his face. He quickly grabbed the quilt to cover his face and found it with his feet. His husband didn't know what he had got up.

"Ruochu, get up and go to bed after breakfast." After a while, he came in with breakfast on a tray. She got her head out of the quilt and looked down at him with shame.