Quick Wear: Pregnant Beauty and Childbirth Plan

"They...how did they come?"

Wen Ya turned her head and accidentally saw Xie Canshu and Jiang Wanyin. Immediately, she knew that it was probably Yuchi Zun who was responsible for this!

"When I sent out the invitations, I happened to have an extra one. Since I'm an old acquaintance, the invitations won't be wasted."

As expected, Yuchizun simply admitted.

Wen Ya sighed inwardly, she's so thick-skinned that she can't be beaten~

Xie Cangshu's appearance surprised everyone present. Many people stood up and wanted to toast him. He waved his hand and led Jiang Wanyin to the main table.

The people around him immediately understood that they were going to greet Warlord Yuchi, so they heard Xie Cangzhu’s congratulatory voice:

"Congratulations to both of you! Happy marriage!"

Jiang Wanyin on the side also smiled softly, "Congratulations to you, what a happy marriage~"

The past seemed to have disappeared, and Xie Cangshu now stood calmly in front of Wen Ya. More than three years had passed, and five years had passed since they were in France.

Time is indeed a good medicine that can heal the scars of the soul.

However, he still disliked Yuchi Zun, and his words also contained criticism, "Yuchi Zun, you are already over thirty, what if you have never had a son in your life and can't give birth to a son?"

Xie Cangzhu's words were full of provocation.

Jiang Wanyin pulled Xie Cangzhu's sleeve and told the man not to be so arrogant when speaking, but Xie Cangzhu didn't care. He continued to add fuel to the fire and said, "Otherwise, if you really don't have a son, I will let my son marry you." Kill your daughter!"

Yuchi Zun was so angry that his face turned green.

Although he was eager to have a son, it didn't mean that he didn't love Yuchi Lin. His daughter was still his treasure, so how could he take advantage of Xie Cangzhu's son.

This turtle grandson has such a beautiful idea!

"Oh, if I, Yuchi Zun, never have a son, I will ask for a bride. Xie Cangzhu, why don't you let your son marry into my house? Don't worry, you don't have to pay a betrothal gift. I can support the young couple."

Wen Ya and Jiang Wanyin next to them looked at each other and smiled. They knew that the two men were going to have a verbal war again, and it would probably be endless for a while.

"Bah, who cares about marrying into your family? Our Xie family has a great business, so how can we care about your little money!"

"Hey, Xie Cangzhu, you're so shameless. Your son hasn't even been born yet, and you still want to marry my daughter and live out your childhood dream!"

……

For a moment, the two of them started to curse loudly in the hall.

When it comes to quarrels between men, they are no better than women. Seeing the two of them blushing and thick-necked with each other, and wanting to fight, the adjutants and subordinates on the side grabbed the two of them one after another, thus avoiding today's wedding. farce.

In the end, Xie Cangshu and Jiang Wanyin left. They sent wedding gifts, as if the quarrel with Yuchi Zun was just a small episode.

During this gap, Wen Ya and Xie Cangzhu did not say a word alone, and they both knew that this time was different from the past, and the past had finally passed.

*

At night, all the guests left.

On the second floor of the mansion, in the wedding room, a room of red roses made the new house very romantic, and the room was filled with a faint floral fragrance.

Wen Ya stood in front of baskets of red roses and reached out to stroke the red petals of the roses. "When did you learn to be romantic? This is not like your style!"

Today's wedding decoration was all handled by Yuchi Zun.

Every detail was checked by Yuchi Zun. Before today, Wen Ya didn't know the style of the wedding scene. Unexpectedly, this man made it look pretty good.

Yuchi Zun stepped forward, pulled off the tie around his neck, put his arms around Wen Ya, placed his palms on her belly, and asked in a low voice, "Then what should my style be?"

"I thought you would have a Chinese-style wedding, with a big red wedding hall, a big red hijab, and a big red quilt."

It’s not like the golden bed curtains, golden quilts, heart-shaped rose petals, golden candlesticks...

"At first, I really wanted to have a Chinese-style wedding. Later, I thought that you had studied abroad, so I still wanted to have a Western-style wedding for you."

Wen Ya turned around and looked into Yuchi Zun's eyes with a pair of clear and smart eyes. The light in the room was clear, and she could see every detail on Yuchi Zun's face.

With thick black eyebrows, a strong nose, high raised brow bones, and a clear and sharp jawline, this is a very handsome man. Unlike Xie Cangzhu's gentle and handsome appearance, Yuchi Zun is more masculine.

"Thank you, I enjoyed today's wedding."

Wen Ya reached out and hugged the man's waist. After the injury half a year ago, Yuchi Zun had lost a lot of weight, but under his shirt, his tendons were still strong.

"Haha~" Yuchi Zun hugged Wen Ya and said in a pleasant voice, "Words of thanks are not enough. Tonight is a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, you have to thank me properly."

As soon as the man said these words, Wen Ya's face suddenly turned red. She lowered her head, but Yuchi Zun didn't let her go, and the two kissed closely.

The lights are on in the room, and through the silhouette on the window, you can still see the undulations of the quilt in the bed tent. The ambiguous and charming spring scenery is constantly teasing people's hearts~

"Child, be careful kid..."

"It's okay. The doctor said that after three months, the child is stable~"

*

Six months later, a deafening cry sounded at St. Mary's Hospital in Haicheng. Wen Ya gave birth to a little boy.

"Dad, Mom, is this your younger brother?"

Yuchilin lay next to Wen Ya, stretched out her hand and touched the little boy's head.

Yuchi Zun also reached out and rubbed the little boy's face, "Xiao Lin'er, this is your brother. When he grows up, he can protect you and your mother. If anyone bullies you in the future, your father and brother will fight for you together. Bad guy."

Wen Ya slapped Yuchi Zun's hand, "He started shouting and killing again, Xiao Lin'er, have you done all your homework?"

Yuchilin looked at Yuchizun mischievously, and then complained arrogantly, "Mom, daddy said that girls will not be bullied if they know martial arts. Mom, I don't like doing homework, I like boxing." !”

Hearing the five-year-old girl say such words, Wen Ya had a headache on her face. No, she couldn't let her daughter become an uneducated blind person.

Seeing that Wen Ya was about to start teaching her again, Yuchi Zun hugged her and waved his hand to tell Yuchilin to run away.

The little girl kissed the boy on the face, and then ran away happily, "Mom, I'm going to boxing~"

Yuchi Zun looked at Wen Ya and persuaded, "Okay, my Yuchi Zun's daughter, if she wants to box, she can box. If she doesn't like to learn, she can't learn!"

Wen Ya had a look of disapproval, and Yuchi Zun added, "Anyway, Xie Cangzhu's son has married into our family. In the future, let Xiao Lin'er convince his son. At the worst, let his son teach our daughter how to read."

Wen Ya: "..."

In this way, after talking for a while, she became a little tired and leaned quietly on Yuchizun's shoulder.

At this moment, the little boy in his arms had fallen asleep.

"War is coming again. In the past, I, Yuchizun, was not afraid of anything, but now, with you and my child, I begin to cherish my life."

"Wen Ya, let's go to Nanyang as a family."

The man was talking to himself, but his wife was asleep like his son.

Yuchi Zun lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss on Wen Ya's lips. He held Wen Ya's hand tightly, looked at her sleeping face, and said to her, "I love you."