There was a knock on the door, and Tian Xing ran to open the door.
It was Zhang Qingxiang, pulling a cart of furniture over.
It turns out that the bed customized for Qing'er has arrived.
The children crowded in front of the floor cart and looked and touched it happily.
The bed is very exquisitely made, it is a small bed with a width of 1.2 inches, and the headboard is also thoughtfully carved with patterns.
Zhang Qingxiang said: "This is a bed made of old elm wood. It is strong and durable. It doesn't matter if children jump on it."
The entire bed is made of mortise and tenon structure, without a single nail, and there is no smell of glue paint.
Things at this time were very environmentally friendly, Cheng Xiang couldn't help but sigh.
Qing'er touched the bed and looked up at her father innocently: "Dad, is this my bed?"
Zhou Tianlei nodded: "Yes."
"Am I going to sleep on my own?"
"Yes, you have grown up."
"Can you put my crib next to mom's big bed? I want to sleep next to mom."
Zhou Tianlei: "...No, you have to sleep in a room by yourself."
Qing'er pouted and said, "Why?"
Zhou Yang rolled his eyes at Qing'er and said, "You are stupid. Mom and dad are getting married. Mom will sleep with dad from now on."
Cheng thought: "..." The old face turned red.
Zhang Qingxiang lowered his head with a smile while untying the ropes that tied the furniture.
Qing'er said angrily: "Dad, I need my mother to tell me stories to sleep. You are so old, do you still need your mother to tell you stories to coax you to sleep?"
Zhou Tianlei blinked: "..." He looked helplessly at Cheng Xiang.
Cheng Xiang snickered, ignored him, and gave him a look that said: "My daughter, you can explain yourself."
Zhou Tianlei helped Zhang Qingxiang carry the bed and said to Qing'er: "Let's go and see your room. I'm sure you will like it."
In addition to the bed, he also made a study table and a cabinet. Old man Zhang thoughtfully gave Qing'er a wooden pencil box and a small wooden mirror.
Qing'er's little face relaxed as she looked at these little things.
"Does Qing'er like this room?" Cheng Xiang squatted down and hugged her and asked.
Qing'er nodded, then sighed and said, "Since the room dad prepared for me is so good, I'll let mom go to you for a few days."
Zhou Tianlei: "...then, thank you Qing'er."
Qing'er said like a little adult: "But when you have had enough sleep, you still want to give your mother back to me. You are an adult. Dad, you can't always let your mother coax you to sleep."
Qing'er shaved her face and looked at Zhou Tianlei.
Zhou Tianlei: "...sleep...enough?"
Cheng Xiang turned his head and suppressed laughter, his face turned red.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is only three days away. Everything at home is ready and waiting for the happy day.
The children all went to school, and Qing'er went out to play after practicing the piano.
Because he needed to return to his parents' home to get married, Cheng Xiang was packing his things and preparing to return to the city the next day.
Don't bring too many clothes, since you have to come back after today anyway.
Cheng Xiang packed up a few close-fitting clothes and some daily necessities.
After packing up, he turned around and saw that Zhou Tianlei would come back at some point. He was now at the door, leaning against the door frame and looking at her.
Cheng Xiang smiled: "What are you doing? What are you looking at?"
Zhou Tianlei's usually sharp eyes were unusually gentle at this moment.
"Have you packed it up?" Zhou Tianlei asked in a low voice.
Cheng Xiang nodded: "Well, there's nothing to deal with. I'll be back in a few days anyway."
During this period, I was used to having her waiting for me every time I came home. Now that she was leaving for a few days, Zhou Tianlei suddenly felt an empty place in his heart.
He walked up to Cheng Xiang and looked at Cheng Xiang's fair face. He couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his face with his thumb. He said in a deep voice, "Actually, everything is ready. You can wait until the day before the wedding to go back." , that’s fine too.”
"Why?" Cheng Xiang's eyes were clear but he knew he was asking questions.
Zhou Tianlei put his hands in his pants pockets, avoiding Cheng Xiang's eyes and said, "I'm afraid that the children will not be used to your sudden absence at home."
Cheng Xiang couldn't help laughing and asked, "What about you?"
Zhou Tianlei looked down at her for a while and said solemnly: "I will miss you."
Cheng Xiang smiled proudly, satisfied with this answer.
She lowered her head and pinched the man's clothes and said softly: "I still want to see my grandparents. I will go back the day before the wedding. I'm afraid I'll be in a hurry."
Zhou Tianlei held her hand, sat beside the bed and said, "I understand, I will take you back tomorrow."
Cheng Xiang nodded and said softly, "I can go back later tomorrow."
Zhou Tianlei smiled softly: "Okay."
"By the way, do you have any taboos about arranging to pick up the female family members at your home on the wedding day?" Zhou Tianlei asked.
Cheng Xiang asked confusedly: "What are you avoiding?"
Zhou Tianlei looked at her, smiled, rubbed her hair and said, "For example, the zodiac sign, surname, etc. People in the village are more taboo about these conflicts."
Cheng Xiang said nonchalantly: "This is all feudal superstition, too lazy to deal with."
Zhou Tianlei understood clearly and guessed that she wouldn't care about this.
"Who are you going to let go?" Cheng Xiang asked curiously.
"The person in charge of the village will arrange it. It should be the women in the village who live a happy life and have a beautiful family." Zhou Tianlei smelled the faint fragrance of her body, stretched out his hand to hold her waist, and said absently.
"I want to let Chen Jiao go." Cheng Xiang said on a whim, but she knew that Chen Jiao did not meet the conditions.
Zhou Tianlei was startled, looked at her face and asked, "Are you serious?"
Cheng Xiang nodded: "Getting married means that relatives and friends gather together to bless our marriage. Although those women have happy families, I am not familiar with them, and they will not sincerely bless me, but Chen Jiao is my friend. She must have truly blessed me, and I hope our marriage will be blessed."
Zhou Tianlei listened to her words, nodded slightly, then frowned slightly, looked at her and said, "Why do you always feel that you are so different from Chen Jiao?"
Cheng Xiang frowned, an old man wouldn't be jealous of a woman, would he?
Of course she would not tell Zhou Tianlei how shocked she was when she saw the name "Chen Jiaorui" written clearly on Chen Jiao's divorce certificate that day.
In the original book, it is written in a few strokes that Chen Jiaorui, a female farmer entrepreneur with a net worth of over 100 million, was grateful to Zhou Tianlei for his past help and often helped him when his business suffered setbacks.
"Chen Jiaorui? What's your name?" Cheng Xiang swallowed and asked Chen Jiao.
Chen Jiao nodded in surprise: "In the past, the name of a teacher who helped marry me was thought to be a tongue-in-cheek name, so they kept calling her Chen Jiao and Chen Jiao. In fact, her full name is Chen Jiaorui."
Cheng Xiang looked at her and laughed dryly: "Oh my god, it looks like I hugged two thick legs, one on the left and one on the right."
Of course, she liked Chen Jiao from the first time she saw her honesty, kindness and sobriety, but after knowing that she was a rich man, she liked her even more.
Who doesn't like to have a best friend who is suddenly rich, who can lead me to a life of wealth and luxury, and can give me a Maserati? Hee hee hee.
