Chapter 338： Daughter-in-law Zhixia (fourth update)

Chapter 338 Wife knows Xia (fourth update)

An Zhixia looked at the darkness outside the window and glanced into the supermarket. It was only about three o'clock...

She opened the door and continued to hold the doll lazily, not wanting to get up, "Grandma, didn't you come to pick up the bride after seven o'clock? I can take a shower and put on makeup in two hours, let me sleep a little longer..."

"My good baby, just miss an hour or two of sleep today. You can go back to your new home in the afternoon and catch up on your sleep." Mrs. Jiang directly pulled her up this time, picked up the change of clothes prepared nearby, and pushed her to the bathroom: "Go take a bath, for fifteen minutes at most. The water will be cold if you take a long bath. Remember not to fall asleep."

An Zhixia nodded drowsily, went into the house, brushed her teeth, washed her face, took a shower in the rain, and then took a milk and flower petal bath with the mask on. The slightly hot soup made her sigh comfortably, thinking that although her new home was small, she could still put a bathtub in it, so she could take a bath to relieve her fatigue.

Mrs. Jiang really knocked on the door every five minutes. After hearing her clear response, she continued her work with satisfaction.

Getting out of the bathtub, An Zhixia carefully skinned her skin and looked at herself in the mirror, supple and beautiful. She was really as young as a nineteen-year-old. After drying her hair until it was semi-dry, when she went out, Mrs. Jiang stuffed her into a small bowl of noodles with two poached eggs in it.

After dinner, she put on slightly heavy makeup, a red wedding dress with a gold embroidered phoenix waist, two red tassel earrings, and her hair was **** in a not too out-of-the-way style by Mrs. Jiang. Chaoyun was wearing a fragrant bun, a bright red hairpin, and a three-petal flower outlined with a red paint pen on her forehead, making her already outstanding and beautiful appearance even more gorgeous.

Wearing a red veil, the beauty is hazy without losing color at all.

Just after seven o'clock, nine freshly painted motorcycles with buckets suddenly arrived outside. Fang Yuan was wearing an iron-gray Mao suit, his hair and beard were specially styled, and he wore a big red flower on his chest, and his usual cold face. With joy, the diluted handsomeness immediately broke free without restraint and became the most dazzling person in the audience.

He jumped out of the car handsomely and was surrounded by colleagues and friends. After meeting the elders of the Jiang family, he walked all the way to An Zhixia's room on the second floor.

Fang Hongye stayed away from the crowd because she was pregnant. Huang Yaru, Pan Xiyu, and Xiao Tanxian, on the other hand, held the door with smiles and shouted: "I haven't brought the red envelope yet, so I won't open the door!"

A red envelope was immediately stuffed into the crack of the door. They laughed and took it to An Zhixia to open it and read, "Oh, we are all united. It seems that brother-in-law Zhixia is eager to get a wife!"

They were too embarrassed to ask for any more red envelopes when they were given such a big red envelope. They could only shout: "The groom must confess his love to the bride in public. Only with deep love can we be moved to open the door!"

An Zhixia sat cross-legged on the bed, smiling with her lips pursed, her cheeks burning with heat.

Fang Yuan smiled helplessly, coughed slightly and said, "Comrade An Zhixia, I fell in love with you at first sight and will fall in love with you again. I will never regret it after seeing you three times!"

“We can’t understand the words,” Pan Xiyu continued howling like crazy.

Fang Yuan smiled and said: "Xiaowu, take care of your family's Xiyu."

Xiao Wu listened to his words very much, and rushed to the door and said: "Girl, open the door quickly, my family is causing trouble, be careful that the boss will come back to settle the score with you!"

Without waiting for Huang Yaru and his party to react, Pan Xiyu immediately opened the door and let the groom in.

An Zhixia raised his eyebrows and looked at Fang Yuan and the familiar figure wearing a hat behind him. He was a little surprised when he remembered that Xiao Wu called him boss. My man is actually the boss of the "Eight Immortals of Beijing"? !

 And Pan Xiyu, the little spy, was really qualified. She was a little bit dumbfounded.

Before she could come to her senses, Fang Yuan strode forward, stretched out his hand, and picked up the princess, as if he was afraid of being robbed, he laughed and turned around to leave.

An Zhiqiu and Jiang Shiming felt a little sad and reluctant when they saw it, so they stepped forward to stop them, but there were so many people in the building that a human wall was built.

An Zhixia waved to her family, but she didn't feel sad at all. She smiled and shouted goodbye amidst the sound of firecrackers, which made the Jiang family and An Zhiqiu both secretly scold her for being heartless. The reluctance in her heart also made her blush. The bright smile under the veil disappeared.

Anyway, we are in a city, and we can see each other anytime we want. Today is a festive day, and they have to smile and entertain guests happily.

Nine brand-new motorcycles with red flowers on their buckets suddenly left, attracting envy and jealousy from everyone along the way.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but glance at An Zhixia, his face showing stupidity, and he kept shouting in various weird sounds: "Daughter-in-law!"

An Zhixia smiled lightly and sighed, with some tears in her eyes. She knew that he was really happy and wanted his deceased grandparents, parents and brother to see his happiness at this moment. If he was really reborn, then he had experienced decades of loneliness, and at this moment he was probably really going crazy.

The car drove very fast, because it was early Sunday morning, there were very few vehicles on the road, and they made a lot of noise, so pedestrians gave way. When they arrived at the transportation team, the sound of firecrackers rang through the sky first, and they rode all the way to the family courtyard.

Big red happy words could be seen everywhere. When the car stopped, Fang Yuan picked up An Zhixia and strode home easily while everyone was cheering.

The tube staircase is narrow and can only accommodate one person. When we reach the second floor, all the lights in the corridor that have been replaced with high wattage are turned on. Although it is dim, it adds endless warmth to such a day. The clutter in the corridor has been reorganized and looks much neater and cleaner. Every household opens the door, smiles and congratulates them, and then sprinkles small pieces of paper cut into red hearts or double happiness.

There are many guests at home, and Mrs. Yang is also there, acting as their elders for the time being.

Putting An Zhixia down, Fang Yuan stood straight beside her.

A handsome, tall and thin young man acted as the master of ceremonies. He took out the marriage certificate they received and read it carefully. The newlyweds then began to bow three times, bowing to Comrade Mao, to their elders, and to each other as husband and wife!

As soon as the ceremony was completed, someone started to coax Fang Yuan to take the red hat.

He wanted to open the wall, but didn't want his wife to be seen, so he laughed and scolded them and asked them to take them to have breakfast and entertain the guests. He took An Zhixia's hand and returned to the house.

The room was full of female guests, but it was Old Mrs. Yang who took everyone out and closed the door to give the young couple space to get along.

He locked the door in the room, turned around and stared at the woman on the big red bed, with a look of joy and luck on his face. Then he strode forward, half-crouched in front of her, touched the red headband with trembling hands, and touched it with all his strength. As soon as I pulled it, I saw her charming smile.

He touched her face and couldn't help but rub it. "Xia Xia, you have finally become my wife," he said, pushing her onto the bed, collecting some interest for the ten days of longing that I could only watch from afar.

(End of this chapter)