at the same time.
The imperial capital, the Fu family mansion.
In a clean and tidy study with bookshelves full of books, Fu Shimo sat in front of the desk with ink and fine paper on the table.
He sits tall and straight as loose, neither humble nor arrogant, holding a fine brush in his skeletonized hand, and writing the marriage certificate on the paper himself.
The handwriting is as clear as a person, and it also hides a sharp edge.
After writing the wedding book, put the brush down and wait carefully for the ink on the paper to dry.
He got up to clean up the table, and even if he was doing chores, his movements would not damage his temperament at all.
After Fu Shimo was done, he stepped out of the study. In the living room, the Fu family and family friends came. Everyone was busy, but in an orderly manner, they put the precious dowry into the box carved with dragons and phoenixes.
The aura of indifference on his body dissipated a little, and he said gently, "Thank you for coming to help, Fu Mou is very grateful."
Rong Cheng, who was busy, stopped, "Thank you, now I will help you help me in the future. By the way, I think it's amazing that love has changed you so much. Your smile is really heart-warming."
Fu Shimo was not angry, "I don't deny that this kind of power is really mysterious."
After he finished speaking, he left, paced to the other side, and continued to greet relatives and friends who helped.
Next to Mrs. Rong, she glanced at her son, put down the work at hand, and rolled her eyes without giving face.
He said, "Shi Mo is going to marry Yan Zhixu, how about you? When will you let me hold my big fat grandson?"
Rong Cheng responded with a smile, "Mom, Ah Ying's child is my child, so you have grandchildren now."
Hearing these words, Madam Rong's face darkened, and her good mood was instantly destroyed.
He did accept the fact that Hua Shiying was his son's girlfriend, and would not continue to block it, but Hua Shiying's current child was not his own grandson, and the blood flowing in that child was the blood of the Su family, not the Rong family.
"..."
Mrs. Rong couldn't change her mind for a while, but she also didn't say bad things to make her son angry.
That's it, don't rush.
If the son marries Hua Shiying, there will always be children.
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Time flies by.
It was fleeting, and soon it was the engagement day.
On this day, the wind was sunny, the sun was shining, and the weather was clear, which seemed to bless those who had a wedding today.
The prosperous mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful, and the word "hi" symbolizing good things was plastered everywhere, and the atmosphere was warm.
The colorful flowers in the garden are in full bloom, exuding a faint fragrance, and the scenery is full of beauty, which makes people linger.
In Yan Zhixu's room.
She sat quietly, wearing a red dress, and let the makeup artist smear her face.
It took an hour for the makeup artist to finish it, and he looked at his results with satisfaction, "Mr. Yan, you are really beautiful today."
Yan Zhixu's skin is in good condition without dehydration and peeling, and the pores on his face are fine and there are no blackheads.
The complexion itself is fair skin, and it also has a shockingly beautiful face, which is even more vivid after makeup.
Yan Zhixu chuckled, "Thank you."
She stood up and looked at the person in the mirror. She was wearing a red dress that raised the front and back of her figure, with a hollowed-out design on the back.
The skin is delicate and there is no excess fat on the back, revealing the perfect butterfly bone.
Her hair was loosely curled, and she had a round and plump pearl hairpin on her head.
The skirt is long enough to be bare, and she is wearing a pair of black high-heeled shoes.
Dressed up gorgeously and aggressively, with a strong aura on his body, he will not look kitsch.
"Crack-"
Nan Wenshu pushed open the door and entered.
Seeing that she was already dressed, he pulled her out and went downstairs to greet the guests who came today.