Self-investment

Holding Jian Ling in his arms, Luo Yimu looked at the red in the bedroom that had been carefully arranged, but he didn't move for a long time.

Her eyes widened unconsciously. Although she knew that Jian Ling had done something weird in the bedroom while she wasn't paying attention, Luo Yimu just thought it was just the endless bad ideas popping up in her mind, and probably got some new gadgets to torment herself. But it turns out, it turns out...

It turned out to be a new house.

New house.

Jian Ling and Luo Yimu's.

The color is extremely red, so red that no flaws can be found, it is strong and beautiful, even the light reflected from the lamp is dyed with rosy colors, hitting Jian Ling's drunken face, slightly blush, the pair of thick His eyelashes flickered uncomfortably, muttering drunken words, and dazedly got deep into Luo Yimu's arms.

"Mumu, turn off the light." Jian Ling buried her head in Luo Yimu's arms, clutching her front with five fingers, and said a word, vaguely and softly, dripping into the blood from Luo Yimu's chest, pouring heat into her heart. .

The thin white, slender fingers were also lightly powdered by the light, like tender lotus root joints, pulling on Luo Yimu's collar without much effort.

It's just that there is an invisible red thread, one end is tied with Jian Ling's fingers, and the other end is firmly tied to Luo Yimu's heart. When the fingertips move slightly, the heart also twitches.

"Mumu." Jian Ling smacked her lips and arched her body, "It's too bright."

She smelled of alcohol, she was very drunk, she only wanted to find a comfortable position in Luo Yimu's arms, suitable for a good dream, completely unaware of Luo Yimu's heartbeat.

The heart tugged with Jian Ling's fingertips, it was burning hot, scorching, hot, the hot spring in the bottom of the heart was bubbling with steam, and even the eye sockets were infected with moisture.

Luo Yimu's lips trembled, he came to his senses, lowered his head, and looked at the sleeping person leaning on his shoulder, just holding her like this was worth a lifetime.

"I've been busy all afternoon, just to do this?" Luo Yimu asked with a very gentle smile on his lips, leaning into Jian Ling's ear.

The voice trembled slightly, as light as a gnat.

Jian Ling's tinnitus after drinking, she couldn't hear the sounds outside, only this sentence, so touching, gently resonated with her heartbeat, just woke her up.

The eyelids are half open, and the clean and bright pupils are covered with a layer of mist. Compared with the usual cunning, she is not quite naive. Luo Yimu's appearance is reflected in her pupils, and she smiles on her drunken face, "Mu Mu , are you holding me?"

"Yes, I hold you."

"I seem to dream that we are married."

"Not a dream."

Jian Ling blinked innocently, "Isn't it?"

"Ah."

"Then wait for me to look for it." Jian Ling fumbled in his pocket.

Luo Yimu asked her, "What are you looking for?"

"Wedding ring." Jian Ling widened her eyes, and raised her beautiful left hand in front of Luo Yimu's eyes. It was empty, and there was no ring that would make her feel at ease. It tied Luo Yimu and herself.

It turned out that Jian Ling had been harboring uneasiness deep in her heart. She always laughed and said things without scruples, bold and presumptuous, Luo Yimu thought she had let go.

It's not that easy.

"I'll supply it to you later." Luo Yimu smiled, wrapped her dangling left hand, pressed it to his mouth, and kissed her ring finger delicately.

It landed on the knuckles with a little force, and when it was released, it left a rose-colored mark, which looked like a petal, as if a ring had been rubbed on her ring finger.

"Can you replace it with this first?"

Jian Ling raised his neck and tried hard to distinguish.

it's beautiful.

This wedding ring is so beautiful.

This is the only one in the world.

Jian Ling giggled cheerfully, "Enough, enough."

As long as you can tie yourself to Mumu's side.

"Mumu, do you like the new house I prepared for you?" Jian Ling seemed to have recovered a little bit of consciousness, and showed Luo Yimu the fruits of her afternoon's labor to show off.

Luo Yimu's eyes fell on the unofficial "wedding photo" on the bedside, resisting the heat in his eyes, he subconsciously tightened his arms, gritted his teeth, and said hoarsely: "I like it. "

If she said one more word, she was afraid that her tears would fall.

It would be too embarrassing.

Luo Yimu stepped up, solemnly walked into the "new house" furnished by Jian Ling, and put Jian Ling on the bed.

Suddenly losing the warm embrace, Jian Ling twisted in dissatisfaction, with long arms, grinning and chirping: "I want Mu Mu to hug."

Luo Yimu found that her hair was a little long, covering her ears, and only half of the snow-white earlobe was still exposed.

"Mumu, come and give me a hug." Jian Ling said again.

Looking at her drunken state, Luo Yimu laughed out loud, knelt devoutly beside the bed, gently brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, leaned over, and kissed her smooth forehead.

The traveler came alone from the darkness, climbed the mountains, cut off the thorns, finally found his princess in the castle, and kissed her.

Although this princess is an older non-mainstream, full of nasty words, and short purple hair.

"Mumu, should we carry out the last step of the bridal chamber?" Jian Ling hooked Luo Yimu's neck, bit her ear, and smiled maliciously.

"as you wish."

Luo Yimu swallowed Jian Ling's slightly startled sobs, and turned off the light.

Cover all the charming and charming colors in the room into the darkness.

……

What is fun?

Even when I woke up the next morning, I didn't want to lift a finger.

The bed sheet had already been stuffed into the washing machine by Luo Yimu, who got up early. Jian Ling carefully planned to eat and wipe Luo Yimu clean, but unexpectedly, a careless move made Luo Yimu cheaper. He lay on the bed wanting to cry without tears , a cry from the depths of the soul:

"Ro! One! Mu!—"

Luo Yimu, who was making breakfast, put on an apron, poked out half of his head with a smile, "Are you awake?"

That is a happy face with a happy face, where is the well-known Professor Yan Luowang from Jinling University Law School.

"Breakfast will be ready soon, wait a little longer..."

Before the words finished, Jian Ling threw a pillow over.

Luo Yimu caught it neatly, and smiled slyly, "What's wrong?"

"You are mean!"

"Why am I mean?" Luo Yimu asked innocently, "Did I buy the wine?"

"……"no.

"Did I force you to drink?"

"……"no.

"Did I force you into the bridal chamber?"

"……"no.

Luo Mu smiled, turned and went to the kitchen to continue cooking.

What does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot?

The brief order is just like a report of the present world!

It is said that drinking is a mistake, that wine is a poison or medicine that pierces the intestines, and wine is a steel knife that scrapes bones!

……

After that, the bright red "囍" was pasted in the bedroom for a few days, and the "ring" that Luo Yimu put on Jian Ling's left ring finger was also preserved for a few days. When the traces disappeared, Jian Ling finally got tired of seeing the "囍" ", and took it off.

"Why don't you hang on?" Luo Yimu came out of the shower, wiped his dripping hair, saw that Jian Ling had taken off the word, and asked casually.

"It's nothing, it's too earthy and silly." Jane Ling said with a guilty conscience.

Luo Yimu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Jane let out a sigh of relief.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but ever since this unlucky "囍" word was hung on the wall, I always felt that Luo Yimu was a lot more excited.

Jian Ling was also a seasoned veteran, so it was a bit difficult to resist.

I even couldn't help crying twice.

... shame.

Jian Ling secretly despises herself.

He also looked at Luo Yimu's slender but smooth arms, a thin layer of just-right muscles, wrapped in silky skin like honey satin, Jian Ling had seen the terrifying explosive power of those arms before, and contained The strength is completely different from the slender appearance.

I should also exercise more, and I can't always be at a disadvantage.

Jian Ling is thoughtful.

……

The wedding in August was scheduled, but the time was actually a bit rushed. The banquet was arranged enthusiastically by Luo Yimu's family, but there was one more thing that Jian Ling had to prepare for herself.

That is the bridal gown.

Jian Ling was troubled by this matter, she and Luo Yimu were picky, and after looking for two weeks, they couldn't find a suitable one. Later, Jian Ling accidentally heard about a designer she used to like very much, and retired. Later, he opened a tailor shop in a small county town, so Jian Ling didn't care whether it was true or not. He bought a plane ticket to the local area that night, hurriedly packed up the two clothes, and flew to the tailor early the next morning. The city where the shop is located.

Luo Yimu couldn't get away from class, and couldn't get Jian Ling out of his mind, so he had to tell her to be careful on the road and let her get off the plane to call him.

Jian Ling smiled and said she knew.

That designer was quite famous in the past, and he was the hottest person in the past. Unfortunately, once he retired, the news suddenly caused an uproar, and there was no news after that.

No one knew why she retired. Some said that she was suffering from an incurable disease, while others said that she was emotionally hurt. There were different opinions, and after so many years, she couldn't guess the result.

Jian Ling was able to hear about her this time, thanks to one of her friends who had custom-made suits there. Otherwise, she would never have thought that such a shining designer would be willing to live in a small tailor shop. Live like a hermit.

Shangrong County.

In a small county with a population of less than [-], it is easy to find a tailor shop that has been in operation for more than ten years. What's more, this tailor shop has a good reputation in the local area. Jian Ling only asked a few people to reach the destination.

A small two-story building facing the street didn't even have a signboard. It looked like a tailor's shop. Jian Ling hesitated and walked in. The woman who was sitting at the door and reading a book put down her book and got up to greet her, "You Ok, is there anything I can help you with?"

The woman looked to be in her thirties, her long black hair was casually tied behind her head, she smiled gently and gracefully, and there was a tear mole in the corner of her right eye, which added a bit of surprise to her eyes.

With this tear mole alone, Jian Ling would not admit his mistake.

"Excuse me, are you Teacher Xiao Tong Xiao?" Jian Ling was a little excited to see his idol for a moment.

The woman froze for a moment, and immediately became vigilant, her expression turned cold, and she said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

Jian Ling was also taken aback, this woman was quite different from what she had imagined.