Manifest Marriage I

Zhou Jing withdrew her hand and yawned, the end of her eyes was a little wet, lying on the comfortable and warm blanket, she didn't think about it, closed her eyes, and said quietly: "Call me a rabbit again, Zhou Zhou, be careful..."

Surrounded by meaningful warnings, Lianzhou looked at her timidly, her pale face gradually returning to a healthy ruddy, "Ah Jing, it's time to get up. It will be misunderstood if it's late."

"They misunderstood theirs, I slept with mine." Zhou Jing rolled up the quilt: "Just a quarter of an hour..."

Three quarters of an hour passed, and Lianzhou simply gave up hope, holding the chess record in his hand and watching it with gusto.

At this moment, a certain fox who had had enough sleep lightly lifted his eyelids, stretched limply, his clothes disheveled: "Good morning, Zhouzhou."

"morning……"

The sun was hanging high outside, and the cat had slept and woke up for two rounds, Lianzhou put down the chess record and turned to walk out the door.

"Zhou Zhou!"

Lian Zhou looked back in surprise, and inadvertently saw someone's thin and flat waist, couldn't help but let out an "ah", and ran out quickly.

The daytime scene was unclear, so I squeezed my tender face, not afraid of her coming in, turned behind the screen, and pulled the loose belt completely...

The newlyweds stood on the stone steps in front of the door with a red face, and the maids and servants watched their eyes, noses, noses, and hearts, and stood with their hands down, not daring to look.

The maidservant who was familiar with the Patriarch secretly thought: The Patriarch must be playing tricks on others again, the wife looks thin-skinned, the Patriarch is gorgeous and beautiful, which girl can bear her teasing?

This is really unfair to Zhou Jing.Zhou Jing called to stop Lianzhou, just thinking that as a newlywed wife, Lianzhou should not go out to avoid it.

After putting on her clothes and stepping out the door, she generously stroked the girl's black hair.

Lianzhou's body stiffened slightly, thinking that this person was a hidden broken sleeve, she bit her bullet and endured it.Newlyweds, not to mention being touched in the hair, even if they get close, it is reasonable.

Zhou Jing lightly squeezed her fingertips: "Zhou Zhou, let me draw your eyebrows for you."

The thrush is painted with fun, and Lianzhou sat in front of the dressing table, looking at herself with her hair in a bun in the bronze mirror, and then realized that she was "married".I thought that I would never experience the feeling of wearing a red wedding dress in this life, but within a day, everything was fulfilled.

Her brows are stretched, and her stiff back relaxes: Fortunately, the daytime scene is a broken sleeve.

"Zhou Zhou? Look at me..." Zhou Jing held the slender eyebrow pencil between his fingers, and chuckled: "I'm going to draw my eyebrows..."

Lianzhou looked back sideways, a girl's heart suddenly clamored twice: Thrush, the joy of the boudoir.Do you want this person to take it away too?

Before she could figure it out, Zhou Jing had already moved over, and just as Lian Zhou was about to avoid it, she met her pair of eyes that were as bright as water, and fixed there again.

The tip of the pen swept across the eyebrows, and a strange yet familiar breath lingered on the tip of the nose. Lianzhou held her breath, not wanting to entangle with it.

She clutched her cuffs awkwardly. Fortunately, the two of them talked about it last night. In her heart, Zhou Jing was not really an aggressive man. She didn't know whether it was due to holding her breath or because she was too unaccustomed. Her face turned red, just like hanging on a branch. Ripe cherries.

Tilting his head slightly, Zhou Jing murmured "Oh," "Hey, don't move around."

Lianzhou's breathing stagnates, and she obediently remains still.

The two sat and stood, their eyes drooping, and she could only stare at the gorgeous patterns on someone's skirt in a daze.

Even with broken sleeves, Zhou Jing is a real man.

Contradictory psychology swelled in her heart, and she sighed again: it is so difficult to act.

It is better to cultivate a real "sisterhood" early.

"After eating, do you want to go shopping?"

Zhou Jing concentrating on thrush, heard the words with great interest: "Okay..." and let the people of Xunyang City see how "loving" they are.

"Well, I'll order a few more new clothes for you." She quietly leaned to her ear, and before she could say anything, Lian Zhou's white and tender ear tips seemed to be scalded by her breath.

"The money to buy clothes will be deducted from your ten thousand gold."

In an instant, all the charming? Ambiguous? Ambiguity was washed away, and Lianzhou's shoulders moved uncomfortably, "Hmm..."

The eyebrow pencil brushed over the thin eyebrows for the last time, not knowing how confused she was, Zhou Jing backed away: "Okay, Zhou Zhou, look, how is my craftsmanship?"

Only two eyebrows were drawn, and the temperament of Lian Zhou's body changed subtly. The coveted beauty and fragility were covered up, replaced by the dignified and quiet of the mistress of the aristocratic family.

Hiding her surprise, she said truthfully, "Very good..."

Carefully write down the differences, thinking that she will also thrush her eyebrows like this in the future, a slightly intimidating makeup is very suitable for her, and it should be able to drive back some greedy covetousness.

On the first day when the newlyweds woke up, the two had dinner, and Zhou Jing and his wife went out, congratulating them all the way

In the ear, there were many gossips spread - on the day Patriarch Zhou got married, there were two palms who just couldn't think of jumping into the Ling River.

Among them are not only women, but also men.

Lianzhou listened to it by the way, and sighed the charm and radiance of the daytime scenery.

"Zhouzhou, look how much they envy you." Zhou Jing tilted his head and smiled at her, and suddenly said, "Ma'am, you should just smile."

As expected, Lianzhou raised her lips towards her, her smile was bright and blooming, fascinated by the eyes of passers-by.

Zhou Jing smiled deeper, quite satisfied with her cooperation.

I believe that after today, the people of Xunyang City will be sure that the two of them have a deep affection, and as long as they get into the drama enough, the fake can become real.As soon as he stepped into Jinxiufang, Dayi Jing had already begun to think about the new plot of the lover's grievances after marriage.

During the day, the owner of the house came in person, and the owner of Jinxiufang greeted him warmly.

Lian Zhou was dazzled by all kinds of ready-made clothes, she adhered to the principle of not embarrassing "good sisters", she listened more and watched more, and remained silent.

"Zhouzhou, what do you think of this dress?"

Lianzhou glanced: "Very good..."

"Then try?"

Half a quarter of an hour later, Lian Zhou came out wearing a bright new dress.Zhou Jing didn't even think about it: "I bought it!"

The patriarch wants to spend money, who can stop it?Lianzhou looked at someone hesitant to speak, with a hint of resentment in his eyes: I feel so sorry for the Wanjin that she hasn't got yet, and it was squandered by Zhou Jing like this.

Before someone could speak again, she cleared her cough: "Ah Jing, that's enough."

Zhou Jing was surprised: "How can it be?"

Yingying's watery eyes looked straight over, as if emphasizing that "enough is enough", her attitude softened: "Okay, I'll listen to you. But..." She smiled and said: "Fangzhu, bring your best material."

If Lian Zhou had chosen, she would not have spent ten gold to buy a few bolts of cloud water silk, but things happened smoothly like this.

The tailor of Jinxiu Workshop came with a soft ruler and wanted to measure the waistline and shoulder width of the distinguished guest. Zhou Jing's eyebrows twitched: "Zhouzhou, come here."

The waiter and the accompanying servants in the mansion showed an ambiguous smile of "as expected" at the same time, and Lianzhou froze there and couldn't move her legs. Of course she knew why Zhou Jing said this, didn't she just want to let everyone know that Patriarch Zhou and his wife Are you very affectionate?

When falling in love with each other vigorously, He Licai becomes more and more emotionally hurt.The glamorous patriarch who was hurt by love is tired and unwilling to be tempted, who would dare to rush to talk about matchmaking in the future?

I'm afraid even a saint can't force others to be difficult.

Day King's abacus was playing loudly, Lian Zhou squeezed his fingertips: "Okay, let's treat him as a sister."

Seeing her nervously red earlobes, a certain fox owner flirted with her openly, with a melodious tone: "Zhou Zhou, you have long legs..."