"Old Ming Dynasty is indeed not a good thing. He talks one thing and does another!"
A few minutes later, Cui Xiangdong felt as if his cheeks were on fire. He cursed angrily in his heart, but was soothed by the good-smelling virgin fragrance that he fell into a sweet sleep without realizing it.
When I woke up, it was already seven o'clock in the morning.
Pillow lover——
She was no longer in the bridal chamber, and the bright red mandarin duck quilt was neatly folded, but there was a hair left on the pillow, and the delicious fragrance, which proved that she was by Cui Xiangdong's side last night.
"I actually slept in the same bed with the old man."
Cui Xiangdong sat up, raised his hand and caressed his face, which seemed to be still aching, and felt sleepwalking.
With a creak, the door of the bridal chamber opened.
A red silhouette walked in.
Wearing a red top, a red knee-length woolen skirt, and red pony boots, her ponytail hair, which was originally like noodles in clear soup, was clipped into a young woman's bun by a big red hairpin.
Looking at Qin Xiren, who was dressed in red, Cui Xiangdong shook his head: "It's so vulgar."
In fact, he also knew that according to traditional customs, brides would wear a bright red outfit when they went out to pay New Year greetings.
Moreover.
Qin Xiren, who had a relatively conservative dressing style in the past, dressed in red. Not only did her face look more pink, but the combination of red and white made her look less cold and more mature. You will be so charming and look really eye-catching!
even.
Cui Xiangdong felt the urge to hug her and nibble on her face.
But he just didn't want to praise her, he just wanted to use words to hit her!
Will Qin Xiren care?
She just walked to the bed, picked up a piece of underwear at the end of the bed, and asked, "Do you want me to help you get dressed?"
"Thanks, I'm not as thin-skinned as you."
Cui Xiangdong grabbed the pants, hid them under the quilt and quickly put them on.
Although last night, he was brutally plotted by Qin Xiren, and he lifted the quilt by himself, allowing others to see his truest ugliness.
As early as in Xiangjiang, Qin Xiren, who was pretending to be Duan Murong, was carefully examined using the most professional treasure appraisal methods.
It can be said that the two of them met each other candidly.
But he still didn't want Qin Xiren to see him wearing underpants.
Qin Xiren didn't care either.
After he got off the ground and walked into the bathroom, he started to make the bed and fold the quilt.
After Cui Xiangdong walked out of the bathroom after washing, Qin Xiren had folded the quilt and brought out a new set of clothes for him.
There were also some wrapped red envelopes placed on the edge of the bed.
"The juniors in the family are waiting at the entrance of the small courtyard to wish you New Year's greetings."
Qin Xiren took his leather shoes and naturally knelt down to help him put on his shoes and said: "When the time comes, you will give everyone a red envelope. Including Qin Feng. Because of the Chinese New Year, some things are difficult to do. We have to wait until the fourth day of the Lunar New Year to open the ancestral hall. At that time, my father will comfort our ancestors and expel Qin Feng and his mother Ding Li from the Qin family. If you are not satisfied, after the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, I will break all Qin Feng's limbs."
On the way back to Yanjing on December 28 last year, Xiren discussed with Lou Xiaolou how to deal with Qin Feng.
According to her original intention, she would break Qin Feng's limbs with her own hands and then drive him out of the house!
However, Lou Xiaolou persuaded her, saying that since she had just gotten married, it would be better for her future son to gain some virtue and not to fight and kill at every turn.
Expelling both Qin Feng and his son from the Qin family would be the biggest punishment for them and even the Ding family in the island city.
Xiren thought for a long time and finally accepted Lou Xiaolou's suggestion.
But he was worried that Cui Xiangdong would be dissatisfied with this punishment, so he specifically asked for his opinion this morning.
Cui Xiangdong waved his hand: "How to punish Qin Feng, or whether to punish Qin Feng, this is your Qin family's housework, and I will not interfere without authorization. Even."
"Even what?"
Qin Xiren, who bent down to put on his shoes, looked up.
Cui Xiangdong looked at her: "You'd better leave it alone. No matter how you say it, you are married and a member of the Cui family. The Qin family has become your natal family for you. This married daughter of yours is Throwing water. If you continue to interfere in the Qin family's affairs like before, you may cause dissatisfaction with the Qin family. Besides, I really don't take Qin Feng seriously. He is a narrow-minded person. It won’t become something great.”
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Qin Xiren nodded: "From now on, I will not interfere in the Qin family's affairs if I can."
"So good——"
Cui Xiangdong subconsciously raised his hand to pinch Qin Xiren's face.
But as soon as his finger touched her face, he hurriedly retracted it.
The shadow of those two loudmouths last night was still hanging over him.
Qin Xiren raised his hand, grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand in front of his face, and said in a very gentle tone: "I am your wife, and every strand of my hair is yours. What do you want? You can do whatever you want to me. Of course, vicious fouls will definitely be punished."
Aggravated foul?
What is a vicious foul?
Does it count if you turn your face purple?
Cui Xiangdong twisted his pink face slightly, really wanting to dance on the verge of death, but because he didn't have enough bile, he had to give up.
Qin Xiren suddenly asked: "It's Chinese New Year, don't you give me a New Year's gift?"
"A New Year gift for you?"
Cui Xiangdong was stunned for a moment, then asked: "What gift did you give me? Two big mouths? Or pinched my leg with your toes?"
"Cui Xiangdong, Happy New Year."
Qin Xiren stood up as he spoke, leaned over and held Cui Xiangdong's cheek, closed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and slowly pressed it down.
kiss.
A serious first kiss.
On this morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Qin Xiren solemnly gave her first kiss, which she had saved for more than twenty years, to her husband as a New Year's gift.
Her lips——
Very soft.
Sweet.
Still a little cold.
It has more psychedelic medicinal properties.
Otherwise, how could a veteran like Cui Xiangdong feel like his brain went blank for a moment and his whole body felt dizzy when their lips kissed?
How long has passed?
Is it one point——
Qin Xicai raised his head and pursed his lips: "Are you satisfied with my New Year's gift?"
Cui Xiangdong also pursed his lips, and then his face was filled with excitement: "Can I say that I'm not surprised?"
Xiren didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.
Cui Xiangdong's strong desire to survive once again increased, and he quickly laughed: "Satisfied, quite satisfied."
The attacker then asked: "Where is your New Year's gift?"
Cui Xiangdong casually picked up a red envelope from the bed.
Right at this moment!
Cui Xiangdong keenly noticed that Qin Xiren's eyes dimmed.
He suddenly felt that he had gone too far towards her?
Although this marriage was not what he wanted and it was detrimental to his man's self-esteem, Qin Xiren was doing her best to change herself and use special ways to please him.
Just because she likes him.
If you like someone, you don’t need a reason!
Cui Xiangdong picked up the red envelope: "Turn around. When I ask you to turn around, you turn around again."
The attacker hesitated for a moment, but turned around anyway.
Cui Xiangdong opened the cabinet, took out the letter paper and pen, and scribbled a sentence on it.
Then he took out the banknotes from the red envelope, folded the letter paper and put it in: "Okay, you can turn around now."
The attacker turned around.
Cui Xiangdong handed her the red envelope and said seriously: "Qin Xiren, happy New Year."
Xiren opened the red envelope and took out the letter.
There is a sentence written on it: "Can I use a future wedding as a New Year's gift?"
