The fate of the Republic of China is you

At [-]:[-] in the evening, when Zheng Jiawen was drowsy in the side room alone, she suddenly felt a chill on her back, and she opened her eyes as the cold wind shook her. After a while, she felt that a person was stealthily lifting the quilt Lie in, and as the quilt fell, the quilt became warm again.

"Where did the lonely female ghost come from? She dared to go to bed to seduce you without even looking at who was lying on the bed? Leave quickly!" Zheng Jiawen was still lying on his side, his voice was a bit lazy.

When Hou Shuyi heard this, she rolled her eyes, leaned closer to Zheng Jiawen, and whispered in Zheng Jiawen's ear: "Little girl has nowhere to go, kindhearted people take me in for a night, I will be grateful."

Zheng Jiawen laughed when he heard the words, turned around slowly and said, "A promise with your body? Why don't you repay your kindness tonight."

Hou Shuyi blinked her eyes, raised her hand and pinched Zheng Jiawen's arm, an embarrassing conversation at night.

"I dare to promise, do you dare to do it?" Hou Shuyi's tone was full of threats. Her ideal is to be the closest person to each other on a night of deep love and affection, instead of being a big fool like Zheng Jiawen. Come out, can you be a little romantic, can you have a snack.

"We are legal." Zheng Jiawen said and stretched out his hand pretendingly.

Snapped!

Hou Shuyi raised her hand and hit the back of Zheng Jiawen's hand, which was especially loud in the dark and silent room.

"It hurts, I was joking with you, you really hit me." Zheng Jiawen withdrew his hand and blew on it.

Hou Shuyi laughed and said, "That's right, I've been a professional anti-wolf for 20 years, and my tricks are amazing. Do you still want to try?"

"No, I'm afraid I'll be kicked out of bed next second." Zheng Jiawen said as he pulled the quilt, "Didn't you say to sleep with your mother tonight? Why did you come here in the middle of the night? You even grabbed the quilt from me."

"Don't snatch it all away, or what am I going to cover?" Hou Shuyi slid down and moved closer to Zheng Jiawen, "Didn't my mother fall asleep? I was worried about someone, and I felt resentful, so I came here to appease him." one time."

"Hmph." Zheng Jiawen snorted softly, and started to put on an air, "This is really chilling, Mrs. Zheng, do you know that what you have done today makes me afraid to do good things to you in the future?"

Hou Shuyi heard the words and turned on the lamp by the bed.

"Hiss!" Zheng Jiawen raised her hand to cover her eyes, the strong light stimulated her eyes, "What are you doing?"

"Tsk tsk, it's [-]:[-], and a new day has just begun. If you dare to ask me what I did to you today, you won't dare to do good deeds?" Hou Shuyi tilted her head and looked at Zheng Jiawen with a smile.

Zheng Jiawen touched the watch on the bedside table and glanced at it, then pursed his lips and said, "Are you running on my bed in the middle of the night to play a rogue?"

"Oh, don't be angry, I'll sleep with you in my arms." Hou Shuyi's tone was light.

"No hugs." Zheng Jiawen moved out.

"Then you hug me to sleep?" Hou Shuyi persevered.

"No hug." Zheng Jiawen moved out again.

"You'll fall if you move any more." Hou Shuyi tugged on the quilt, "You have to choose between hugging me and being hugged by me, otherwise, I'll go back and let my mother sleep."

As soon as the words fell, Hou Shuyi felt that Zheng Jiawen quickly turned around and hugged her tightly with his hands and feet. Zheng Jiawen's legs clasped her waist tightly, very tightly.

"I'm almost out of breath from you hugging me." Hou Shuyi rolled her eyes.

"I'm full of energy, can I give you some time?" Zheng Jiawen raised his eyebrows.

Hou Shuyi was stunned, and stared at Zheng Jiawen who was getting closer and closer. When she was young, she felt a heat on her lips. Hou Shuyi blinked and pushed away?Do not push away?

Before Hou Shuyi could decide whether to push Zheng Jiawen away, Zheng Jiawen stopped first, looked up at Hou Shuyi with a smile and said, "Don't get excited, although I really want to continue, but today is too late, let me let you go today. After saying that, Zheng Jiawen got off Hou Shuyi and lay flat beside Hou Shuyi.

Hou Shuyi pursed her lips, ignoring the heat on her face, she got up and turned off the lamp and said, "It's not certain who will let it go."

Zheng Jiawen laughed when she heard the words, Hou Shuyi seemed nervous when she kissed her, she pretended to be very experienced, but in fact she was just a blank sheet of paper.

"Okay, okay, you are amazing, go to sleep."

"I can't sleep, tell me, who will my father bring to apologize tomorrow morning?" Hou Shuyi moved closer to Zheng Jiawen.

Zheng Jiawen put his arms around Hou Shuyi and said: "I must bring a servant, he won't bring his wife and aunt over here. If you see it tomorrow morning, let's take it as a joke."

"Since you know, why don't you seriously ask him to go back and investigate?" Hou Shuyi closed her eyes and asked in a low voice.

Zheng Jiawen was about to fall asleep, and said slowly after hearing the words: "Well, let him develop a memory, the result of the matter, I can imagine it with my knees."

"But my mother can't stay here forever, let's go back to Shanghai in the future..."

"I have a reason to take your mother to Shanghai with me. As for how to make your father write paperwork to sever ties with your mother, that's up to you." Zheng Jiawen's voice became weaker and weaker.

Hou Shuyi didn't reply. What she wanted to separate her parents was that she was probably the only rebel in the whole world, but even if she was rebellious, she would never regret it.

Early the next morning, Hou Shengying really came with a servant.

Zheng Jiawen and Hou Shuyi smiled at each other, everyone understood that this was just a cutscene, Zheng Jiawen got up and sent Hou Shengying to the door.

"Master Hou, I want to hold a Western-style wedding with Shuyi in the church in Shanghai. Can the third wife go to Shanghai with us to help with the arrangements?"

Hou Shengying was stunned for a second when he heard the words. He couldn't figure out what Zheng Jiawen meant. He obviously didn't want to see his daughter before, but now he felt very caring. Could it be that after he warned Shuyi in Shanghai last time, Shuyi seemed to treat Zheng Jiawen like a slap in the face? What method did you use to grab the other person's heart?

"Oh, no problem, let her go back to Shanghai with you. Oh, by the way, the second lady will tell me when the wedding will be, and I will definitely go."

Zheng Jiawen pursed his lips when he heard the words, feeling sad, Hou Shengying wanted to go, but she didn't know if Shuyi wanted her father to go.

"Okay." Seeing Hou Shengying looking at her, Zheng Jiawen thought about it and hurriedly agreed to marry openly in Shanghai. At least the parents of both parties would be justified, "I will send someone to pick you up when the time comes."

Hou Shengying's eyes lit up when he heard the words, he smiled and said yes, and walked away with his chest upright under Zheng Jiawen's watchful eyes.

When Zheng Jiawen returned to Huatang, he saw his mother holding Shuyi's mother to pull the family property, so he went to discuss the wedding.

"Mom, Shuyi and I plan to go back to Shanghai tomorrow, and I also want to look for churches in advance, after all, some people are against same-sex unions."

"Alright, you guys go first, I'll go over here when your father finishes dealing with the messy things." Tao Min said, holding Shuyi's mother's hand, "My in-laws, Jiawen and Shuyi are going to hold a Western-style wedding , The two young people don't know much, and there can't be an elder over there, so you can follow."

"This...is this okay? I'm afraid of the Hou family..." Yin Xiaxiang held hands tightly, a little nervous.

"Mother, don't worry, I told Master Hou when I sent him away, and he agreed, you, go to Shanghai with us tomorrow morning." Zheng Jiawen smiled.

"My in-laws, I can entrust my two children to you. You are in Shanghai, and the two of them have a backbone." Tao Min laughed.

Yin Xiaxiang was happy, and hurriedly said: "Then I, I will go, I will go to Zhang Luo."

Seeing Yin Xiaxiang's answer, Zheng Jiawen happily went back to the house to pack his things.

"What are you painting?" Zheng Jiawen entered the house and saw Hou Shuyi painting, so he walked forward, seeing the mountains in front of him towering into the clouds, and the stream flowing below, he felt love immediately: "Shuyi, can you give me this painting? "

"No." Hou Shuyi continued to paint with a brush, "Father said that I would draw a picture for him and hang it in his study."

"Then, give me this one, and you can draw another one for him." Zheng Jiawen bent down and looked at the painting, "I didn't joke with you, I really like it."

"You like me to paint you again, I'm leaving tomorrow, I don't have time to paint again for dad." Hou Shuyi should not.

"There is no reason to paint twice." Zheng Jiawen begged Hou Shuyi, and looked up to see the pen in Hou Shuyi's hand, "Where did you get this pen?"

"Oh, the one on the bookshelf is of good quality, so I used it." Hou Shuyi said very easily.

"Stop, stop." Zheng Jiawen was in pain, and quickly took it from Hou Shuyi's hand carefully, "Do you know what kind of pen this is, it was left to me by my grandfather, and there are only three pens made by Hu Bingzhi in China. One was given to my grandfather by Mr. Hu Bingzhi in the name of his sworn brotherhood, and the other two were sold at a high price of one thousand taels. They are precious. I used it to write the preface to the Lanting collection once since I was a child. Good luck, take it. It paints and paints, and it doesn't feel bad at all."

Seeing Zheng Jiawen's distressed strength holding the pen, Hou Shuyi was very unhappy. She folded her arms and leaned on the back of the chair.

"No matter how precious it is, it's still a dead thing. Look at you, it looks like your flesh has been cut. Am I more important than the pen?"

When Zheng Jiawen heard this, he turned his head and looked at Hou Shuyi's expression, he was very unhappy.

"No, there is no place for comparison. How can people compare with things?"

"Then I drew a good picture with this brush, what is there to worry about?" Hou Shuyi looked directly at Zheng Jiawen.

"No, this pen is indeed very precious. When I was 12 years old, my hands were shaking when I wrote the preface to Lanting Collection with it, because I was afraid of hurting it."

"Zheng Jiawen, are you kidding? If the pen is not used, is it still a pen? Still trembling, are you the master of this pen or the pen is your master?" It can't be used as a pen anymore, it's just a waste product.

Zheng Jiawen blinked, what Hou Shuyi said made sense, but...

"It's not that there are no other good pens. Look, I still have two good Langhao pens here." Zheng Jiawen quickly took out a wooden box from the drawer and opened it in front of Hou Shuyi.

Hou Shuyi pursed her lips, and glanced at the Hu Bing's pen in Zheng Jiawen's hand.

Seeing this, Zheng Jiawen quickly hid his pen behind his back with a look of wariness.

Hou Shuyi looked directly at Zheng Jiawen, she was just a little unhappy at first, but now she was even more unhappy.

"I want the one in your hand." Hou Shuyi was going to fight, she didn't care if she used Hu Bingzhi's pen or not, she just wanted to see whether Zheng Jiawen cared more about the pen or her.

Zheng Jiawen was originally determined, but seeing that Hou Shuyi was even more determined than her, and seeing that the painting was almost finished, he gritted his teeth and took out the pen from behind, "That's it, you can finish the painting with it."

"I can use this pen easily, so give it to me." Hou Shuyi reached out to get the pen, but Zheng Jiawen quickly hid the pen behind her back after hearing the words.

"Are you so stingy?" Hou Shuyi felt unbalanced, "It turns out that I am not very important to you, even if you want a pen, you can't bear it."

Seeing Hou Shuyi turned her back, Zheng Jiawen was really angry. He hesitated for two seconds, stomped his feet, and handed over the brush, "Okay, okay, I'll see you off, I'll see you off."

Hou Shuyi turned her head and glanced at Zheng Jiawen when she heard the words, and took the brush over with the tip of the brush, "Distressed?"

"It doesn't hurt. I don't give it to you. I don't give it to others. I won't give it to others." Zheng Jiawen's heart really hurt a little. Pens have a lifespan. But think about what Hou Shuyi said, pens can't be called if they don't use them. It's a pen.

"You, take it by force." Zheng Jiawen grabbed Hou Shuyi's mouth.

"Release." Hou Shuyi said vaguely.

"Not loose." Zheng Jiawen raised his eyebrows.

When Hou Shuyi saw Zheng Jiawen's expression, she was furious. She held the pen with the tip down, "If you don't let go, I'll poke the tip of the pen."

Zheng Jiawen widened his eyes and said, "Poke it and try."

"You think I dare not?" Hou Shuyi was very resentful when Zheng Jiawen pinched her face.

"Don't you dare to take a look at me." Zheng Jiawen fixed his eyes on the tip of the pen.

Hou Shuyi was furious, and was about to frighten Zheng Jiawen, when she raised the brush, her mother's footsteps and voices came from outside.

"Shuyi!!!"

As soon as the sound came out, Zheng Jiawen let go of his hand, and quickly sat on the armrest of the chair, while Hou Shuyi took a brush and drew on the paper in style.

The door opened, and Yin Xiaxiang walked in.

Zheng Jiawen and Hou Shuyi turned their heads together and looked at Yin Xiaxiang with a smile: "Mother!"

"What's wrong with you two? I got goosebumps from laughing." Yin Xiaxiang touched her arm.

"It's nothing." Zheng Jiawen's hand pressed Hou Shuyi's hand pinching her waist firmly on the side. It hurts, but it's just itchy. It's her itchy flesh.