Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Huo Minzheng stopped writing, turned his head to look at her, and said softly: "Come here."

He took Fu Yan's hand and put the brush into her hand.

One hand was on the edge of the table, the other wrapped around her hand, holding the penholder together.

Fu Yan's whole body was wrapped in his arms. Her heart was beating very fast, and her fingertips were trembling with the frequency of her heartbeat.

Huo Minzheng rested his chin on her shoulder and held her hand. His palm was warm and full of strength. He used a brush to write their names side by side at the end of the marriage letter.

In the distance are the quiet mountains, a crescent moon hangs in the western sky, and a gust of wind blows the tops of the sycamore trees. In the half-open window, Huo Minzheng picked up Fu Yan and put him on the table, kissing him wantonly.

"Mrs. Huo." Huo Minzheng kissed her forehead.

"Mrs. Huo."

His kiss came to her eyes again, all the way to the tip of her nose.

Their foreheads were touching, and his smiling voice was particularly low and sultry, "Wife."

Listening to these two words, Fu Yan's tailbone felt numb, but Huo Minzheng still whispered in her ear, "Call my husband to listen. Now I am justified."

When he said these four words, it was inevitable that a lot of emotion was added to them.

For example, there is no need to coax her in different ways and call her out these two words that make her blush.

Fu Yan knew that he had been waiting for the day when he could feel confident for a long time. Now she was more and more willing to make him happy. She put her hands around his neck and whispered in his ear: "Husband, husband, husband!"

"You like your husband so much?" Huo Minzheng put his arm around her waist, looked at her red face, and kissed her on the lips thoughtfully.

"We're getting married." Fu Yan pressed her lips against his, her voice filled with uncontrollable joy.

Huo Minzheng hugged her tightly, feeling her softness and warmth, "Are you happy?"

Fu Yan nodded.

She was more than happy.

After seeing the three thousand words of self-reflection written by Huo Minzheng, her whole heart felt soft and sweet. She wished she could tell the whole world that she was now Huo Minzheng's wife.

She smiled and saw that there was some luster in Huo Mingzheng's eyes. When she looked carefully, she seemed to have seen it wrong again, but she was sure that Huo Mingzheng was only much more happy than she was.

"One more thing." Huo Minzheng took her off the table and put her aside. Then he took out two long strips of red paper from the cabinet.

Fu Yan recognized it as a piece of red paper specially designed for writing couplets.

He still wants to write couplets?

Her guess was indeed correct, and Huo Mingzheng wrote another couplet.

Qin Se Chun Chang Run

Man, sky and moon are round

He put down the brush, turned his head and looked at her with a half-smile, as if he had traveled through the torrent of time. He said, "I once promised you that I would write you a couplet myself when you get married. I can't break my promise."

Fu Yan almost forgot.

It was the time when he found a reason to bring her to Mingyu Mansion to try on his tie.

Before she could say anything, Huo Minzheng took her into his arms and spoke first, saying, "Today is a happy day."

"So I can't be angry?" Fu Yan answered his words, but his face was no longer as smiling as before.

Huo Minzheng stared seriously into her eyes, and as they looked, the corners of their mouths rose at the same time.

Fu Yan couldn't pretend anymore and suppressed a smile, "I'm not like someone who gets jealous and angry randomly."

"Mrs. Huo is ordering me?"

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "Whoever fits the bill will be chosen."

……

Huo Mingzheng called Uncle Luo with the couplet, "Put it on the door."

Uncle Luo looked at the words "dragon flying and phoenix dancing" on the couplet, and recognized it at a glance as Huo Minzheng's handwriting, and exclaimed: "It must be Mr. Huo, this word, this word!"

"Madam, do you want to post it on the door or somewhere?"

He turned around and asked Fu Yan,

Fu Yan still felt a little numb when he heard such a title.

When they came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau at noon today, Cao Fang and Cao Yuan naturally changed their name to call her wife. She couldn't react for a while and was laughed at by Huo Mingzheng.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Huo Minzheng looking at her leisurely, trying his best to keep his expression straight, "Just stick to the door."

Uncle Luo smiled and agreed: "It's exactly what Mr. Huo wants."

Huo Minzheng looked at him and asked abruptly: "What do I mean?"

Uncle Luo laughed dryly and said that there is no need to say something too clearly, as long as everyone knows it well.

Forget this couplet, if it weren't for the deaths of people in the Huo family one after another this year, Mr. Huo would still be observing his filial piety in the eyes of outsiders. He would have loved to have displayed the marriage certificate on the big screens in various squares in the city to tell the world.

Outside the gate of Mingyu Mansion.

Cao Yuan, who is 1.91 meters tall, is holding a couplet, with Cao Fang, Uncle Luo and a group of bodyguards standing behind him.

Uncle Luo stepped on his feet, "A little to the left, a little higher, no, no, no, too high, yes, yes, yes, don't move, eh, half a centimeter to the right, eh, no!"

Cao Yuan's hands, which were not soft when handling guns and knives, were so stiff when pasting the couplets that they seemed to have been temporarily borrowed from someone else.

"how about this?"

he asked over his shoulder.

"Yes, yes, that's it, don't move, don't move." Uncle Luo walked up behind him and observed whether the couplet paper was tilted.

Cao Yuan's forehead was sweating, and he remained motionless. Finally, with Cao Fang's cooperation, he pasted the couplets.

Behind him, all the bodyguards led by Cao Fang applauded.

People who didn't know better thought they had just completed a difficult task.

After posting the couplets, Uncle Luo followed Huo Minzheng's instructions and summoned all the servants and bodyguards from Mingyu Mansion and distributed a big red envelope to each of them.

Feeling the swelling thickness of the red envelopes, everyone exclaimed that they had surpassed the year-end red envelopes.

Uncle Luo said with a smile: "Everyone is very happy about this big day for Mr. Huo and his wife. I will work hard to take good care of my wife and Mr. Huo in the future."

Everyone waved in unison, and everyone's face was full of smiles, "No hard work, no hard work, I wish Mr. Huo and Mrs. Huo a happy wedding."

The window of the room on the third floor was not closed, and Fu Yan heard the sound from downstairs.

She lay in Huo Mingzheng's arms and played with the plain ring on his left ring finger, "Why is it so lively?"

"It's a wedding blessing." Huo Minzheng has good hearing.

Fu Yan turned over and lay on top of him. His index finger scratched his chest intentionally or unintentionally, "Husband~"

"Huh?" Huo Minzheng grabbed her hand and held it in his palm.

He looked at the woman in his arms, her Adam's apple rolling up and down, held her in his arms, laid her down, and said softly: "It's been a tiring day, go to bed early."

Huo Minzheng turned sideways and turned off the bedside lamp.

In the dim light, Fu Yan lay in his arms, but couldn't fall asleep.

She opened her eyes and looked at the man's somewhat blurry facial outline, wondering where the problem was.