Wake up and become a son-in-law

Ye Ying stands on the left, Qian Youyou is on the right, and Lan Yuheng is naturally in the middle.

The master of ceremonies coughed dryly and cleared his throat, "Bow down to heaven and earth!"

Under Leng Siniang's reminder, Lan Yuheng and Qian Youyou worshiped the heaven and earth at the same time.

"Two thanks to the high hall!!"

The three of them turned and bowed to the front hall, but the person sitting in front of Ye Ying was Li Shiqi.

"Husband and wife pay homage..."

Lan Yuheng first bowed to Ye Ying on the left, and then bowed to Qian Youyou on the right.

"The ceremony is completed! The bride and groom are sent into the bridal chamber!"

A sound of ceremony announced the end of the wedding banquet, and Yue'er led Lan Yuheng to the backyard. "Uncle...are you going to go to that sister first?"

"Ye Ying, then..." Lan Yuheng didn't hesitate much. Yue'er responded and led Lan Yuheng to Ye Ying's room. As the door was pushed open,

creak

Ye Ying in the red tent heard the sound and unconsciously clasped his hands together, obviously a little nervous. Yue'er picked up a pole and put it on Lan Yuheng's hand, "It's time to lift the red lid... .”

Yue'er took Lan Yuheng's hand and slowly lifted the hijab, revealing Ye Ying's cold and flushed face. She lowered her head and said shyly, "Mr.

"Madam..." Lan Yuheng also called Ye Ying

"Uncle, I'm going out first. If you need anything, just call me." Yue'er bowed to Ye Ying and exited the door...

Yeying stood up and helped Lan Yuheng sit down. "Mr., please sit down first...I...I'll go get the wine." After saying that, he poured the wine in a panic...

When Ye Ying poured the wine, she would look back at Lan Yuheng from time to time. The corners of her mouth raised unconsciously. She handed the wine to Lan Yuheng's hand, "Come... let's have a drink, sir."

"Okay..." Lan Yuheng walked around Ye Ying's arm, and the two drank a glass of wine...

"Cough cough cough..." Ye Ying couldn't help coughing after a glass of wine. She didn't know whether it was because she was too drunk or because she was nervous, because after finishing the wine, she knew what she was going to do later...

At this moment, her heart felt like beating a drum...

But Lan Yuheng didn't say anything... Ye Ying could only blush and pretend to be calm and said, "Mr. Ye Ying, please rest for you..."

"Madam, please go to bed early. Things between husband and wife should not be rushed. I have to go to your sister's place later. How about I talk to Madam tomorrow night?" Lan Yuheng asked a little guiltily

Ye Ying just responded obediently, "Well..." She knew that Lan Yuheng had to go to Qian Youyou's place. It would be bad if Qian Youyou was here, and he couldn't stay with her all night. Anyway, she has already gone to the church to get married, so she is naturally not in a hurry. "Then... husband, let's go and accompany my sister first." She feels a little disappointed but also a little relaxed. Anyway, the two are very entangled with each other...

Lan Yuheng put her arms around Ye Ying's soft waist, "If it's okay, I'll stay with you, madam..."

Ye Ying also leaned against Lan Yuheng naturally, and the happiness in her cold beautiful eyes could not be hidden no matter what.

"Ying'er... you have been following me these past few years, but I have neglected you. My husband apologizes to you..." A lot of things have happened to Lan Yuheng in the past few years, and the relationship between the two is not as good as others. As a lady, poor health is one of the reasons, and with so many things happening, Lan Yuheng has no thoughts. Shangguan Wan'er is a good example.

"Sir, there is no need to apologize. These are what Ye Ying should do. From now on, Ye Ying will be yours in life and your ghost in death. He will always be by your side..." Ye Ying spoke softly, but revealed something. The stocks are unspeakably firm

Lan Yuheng reached out and caressed Ye Ying's thin face. She couldn't help but kiss her in deep love. Ye Ying slowly closed her beautiful eyes, and her teeth were soon pried open...

A touching blush gradually appeared on Ye Ying's pretty face, because she felt a pair of big hands walking in front of her... Her breathing became extremely rapid, and a touch of fleshy fragrance spread in Lan Yuheng's mouth. , I have to say that Ye Ying’s figure is really similar to Leng Siniang’s. The delicate, compact and resilient skin is exceptionally smooth, making people admirable. Perhaps only martial arts practitioners can have such a touch, which is why he particularly likes to follow her. Leng Siniang did something bad...

"Ms. sir..." Suddenly Ye Ying shouted hesitantly, and even her entire jade neck was filled with crimson color. Only then did Lan Yuheng stop untying Ye Ying's clothes. I just remembered what I just said...

"Um...my husband is a little anxious...cough cough cough." Lan Yuheng remembered that she hadn't gone to Qian Youyou's place yet, so she almost lost control and forgot about what happened just now... ..

"Um...my husband went over first...come back to accompany me tomorrow night," Lan Yuheng said awkwardly

Ye Ying shook his head, "It's okay... It's getting late. My husband should go over and have a look. Otherwise, if you wait too long... my sister will be unhappy..."

"Okay... then I... will go over first." Lan Yuheng had no choice but to do this. If I feel sorry for Qian Youyou here first, and I feel sorry for Ye Ying if I go there in the middle of the night...

Ye Ying tidied up her messy clothes and helped Lan Yuheng outside. Yue'er was a little surprised to see that nothing happened between the two of them. After all, this is not my uncle's usual style...

"Yue'er, could you please send your husband over?" Ye Ying said politely.

Yue'er smiled and bowed, then took Lan Yuheng to Qian Youyou's room...

The candles in Qian Youyou's room had already burned out more than half, and were almost at the bottom, but Lan Yuheng hadn't come yet. Qian Youyou was restless, and her little head had already started thinking wildly. Could it be that Lan Yuheng had already come? Leave her behind and sleep with Ye Ying? ? ?

If this was really the case, it would be embarrassing. The more Qian Youyou thought about it, the more anxious he became. In the end, he couldn't help but lie down at the crack of the door and look. In the end, he didn't see anything, so he had to sit back downcast...

She angrily opened her red hijab and kept wandering around the room saying, "Huh! Brother stinky Yuheng! Brother bad Yuheng! We just got married! Just forget about me!"

"My uncle is here...slow down"

Suddenly Yue'er's voice came from outside. Qian Youyou hurriedly covered the hijab, and then sat upright on the couch. He found that the hijab seemed to be a little crooked and he pulled it without leaving any trace...

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The door opened, and Yue'er helped Lan Yuheng pick up the stick and took off the hijab on Qian Youyou's head. "Madam, Yue'er will leave first..." After doing all this, Yue'er was also very happy. Recognized...

Qian Youyou smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work. Sister Yue'er, please go to bed early. I'm tired even so late."

Qian Youyou sent Yue'er out politely. She glanced at Lan Yuheng who was sitting there, came to the candlestick and handed the poured wine to Lan Yuheng's hand, and then sat directly on Lan Yuheng. Slender hands were wrapped around Lan Yuheng's neck, and her tone was charming, "Mr., let's have a drink at the bar..."

Listening to Qian Youyou's charming and silky voice, Lan Yuheng could only feel the fire in his body, so much so that he was suffocated by the wine without knowing what it tasted...

Qian Youyou blushed when she felt the dishonest hand on her waist, "Mr., what are you so anxious about... I have something else to ask you..."

"Well... I'll ask you, ma'am." Lan Yuheng seems to be a lot more honest...

Qian Youyou rolled her beautiful eyes, "Mr., why were you so cold and indifferent to me before..." She had always been curious about this question, but the way Lan Yuheng touched her today... didn't feel like that was the case... ...

"Ahem... not really." Lan Yuheng touched his nose and didn't know how to answer. After a long while, he said sheepishly, "Actually, it's not that I don't like you. Mainly, I have a lot of wives... And...you're too young."

"Small???" Qian Youyou glanced down subconsciously, "Not so small... She's almost the same as Sister Qingyi... If my husband doesn't believe it, you'll know later if you try..." the tone Full of teasing meaning...

Lan Yuheng's blood suddenly surged when he heard this. Qian Youyou's words were really straightforward and seductive...and Lan Yuheng was talking about age...but Qian Youyou's serious tone made Lan Yuheng confused. Yu Heng is becoming a traitor! ! ! !

"Ahem... This will wait a minute..." Lan Yuheng touched his nose unconsciously, for fear that he would have a nosebleed...

"Wait a minute?" Qian Youyou glanced at Lan Yuheng strangely, then put her arms around Lan Yuheng's neck, put her pretty mouth to Lan Yuheng's ear, and whispered softly and tenderly, "I'll do it later." What? Brother Yuheng can’t wait, can’t he? The slave family is yours tonight... Wow."

The sound in his ears was like an aphrodisiac, sweeping through Lan Yuheng's body all at once. He could no longer suppress his inner desire and pressed Qian Youyou on the couch...

It can be said that this night was dark and dark. Due to the author's limited writing style, it cannot be described. Readers are asked to add their own supplements...................... .

The sun rises high......

Dong dong dong

There was a knock on the door, and Lan Yuheng stood up with difficulty. He rubbed his sore waist. It had indeed been too long since he had had a meeting with his wife. He was almost tortured last night. This Qian Youyou was really It was too much fun... Those who didn't know better thought they were experienced drivers...

"Uncle, wake up..." Huan'er's voice came from outside

"Come on, come on...we'll get up in a minute..." Lan Yuheng said a little tiredly

Suddenly two slender hands hugged him from behind, and her slender white thighs rested on Lan Yuheng's body. The delicate feeling as soft as warm jade instantly made Lan Yuheng distracted. Sure enough, Qian Youyou was even more vixen than a vixen. , if it stays like this, I won’t have to live anymore...

"Mr....." Qian Youyou's lazy voice came to my ears.

"Ahem...Yuyou, it's time for us to get up..." Lan Yuheng said with a dry cough, obviously he couldn't help it...

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