Allow her to be pampered

Of course, given the current situation, it was not the day when the wedding could be held.

The next day, Wu Qingzhi woke up very late.

It is not a day to go to work, but a day to take a rest, there are enough reasons to stay in bed.

The quilt was fragrant and soft, and beside him was Chi Rong, who was sleeping soundly. As soon as he turned over, he pressed a bare calf on top of him.

Wu Qingzhi sat up lightly, brushed the broken hair on Chi Rong's forehead first, and then kissed him.

After washing up, he went down to the first floor. The housekeeper was taking the morning newspaper and bringing it over. Wu Qingzhi took it, and immediately started to read it in a waned mood.

He was thinking about Chi Rong in his heart, so he was naturally distracted.

So, before the newspapers were exhausted, they had already taken action.

Wu Qingzhi always regarded the re-organization of the wedding as a matter of concern, so he gave orders from top to bottom, even if he couldn't find a good date, he had to make all the preparations.

Whether Chi Rong prefers a Chinese or Western wedding, he has a perfect plan.

The bright red wedding dress, the white wedding dress, three kowtows to the heaven and the earth, the church swearing and exchanging rings, Wu Qingzhi has always been comprehensive.

Thinking of this, Wu Qingzhi thought of the gray-eyed mixed-race tailor, Tong Zude.

Last time, the lemon yellow gilt dress tailor made by Tong Tailor made Chi Rong so cute.

This person's craftsmanship can be regarded as top-notch in Yue'an City, asking him to tailor clothes is worthy of the most precious Chi Rong.

Wu Qingzhi was feeling rejoiced, but at this moment, a piece of news appeared in the newspaper.

This news is hidden in the boards at the corners, it is not obvious, and it is written very cryptically.

Tong Zude, a great tailor named Yue'an, is missing!
The paragraph is over, and the information is not accurate. It only says that the mixed-race tailor surnamed Tong disappeared, leaving only a dilapidated studio.

A mere tailor only serves for the beauty of women, so what kind of enmity can he have?
However, since it is an unspeakable content, then what is hidden behind it must be a huge conspiracy.

Wu Qingzhi's heart sank, he shook his head immediately, and then turned to the next page, just turning a blind eye.

Although he is a regular customer of Tong Tailor, he can be regarded as a spectator with a difference.

In this way, the matter of making clothes will probably be delayed.

Chi Rong just woke up when the sun was three poles high.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Chi Rong only felt soreness in his waist and limbs, and a dull pain between his thighs.

But she didn't dare to attack Wu Qingzhi with great fanfare, lest others would know about this private affair, which would only increase her embarrassment.

So he kept a secret, walked cautiously, and put his hands on his waist for support.

Let's go downstairs, and Wu Qingzhi is smiling and said: "Madam worked hard last night."

Thanks to him, of course hard work!

Chi Rong's face turned blue and red for a while, and it changed repeatedly. His lips and teeth rubbed together a few times, and he kept pouted all the time.

Seeing this, Wu Qingzhi immediately came up with some funny intentions, and asked coaxingly again and again: "Chi Rong, have I won your favor?"

Wu Qingzhi's speech and behavior on weekdays belong to the school of a gentleman, but when it comes to boudoir interests, he will do his best to tease him.

Wu Qingzhi's ability to play hooligans, Chi Rong has already learned thoroughly, he only said that he must not accept the trick, otherwise he will follow his way again.

Chi Rong then went straight to sit down at the dining table, unexpectedly, before his buttocks fell completely, his legs tightened.

"Wu Qingzhi!"

For a moment of stinging pain, Chi Rong couldn't calm down, and immediately slammed the wooden table angrily, shouting, "You are clearly a nuisance!"

After finishing speaking, he hummed aggrievedly.

"I'm in pain everywhere now, my elbow is knocked on the bathtub, it must be bruised!"

Seeing that Chi Rong was about to cry, Wu Qingzhi hugged her and hugged her directly on his lap.

While coaxing, he held Chi Rong's arm and whimpered, really loving him too much.

"Chi Rong, be good. From now on, you won't be in the bathtub, but on the sofa or on the bed. It won't hurt anymore."

Wu Qingzhi spoke bluntly.

There is no remorse at all!
Chi Rong was ashamed and annoyed, she shook her head, but saw that the food was posted, so she didn't mention it again, and silently picked up the food.

At the dinner table, Wu Qingzhi only talked about his intention to make up for the wedding. After hearing this, Chi Rong felt a strange feeling in his mind.

It seems that today, the two of them have just achieved a positive result.

Today at noon, there was a dish of stewed chicken feet, which Wu Qingzhi specially taught the kitchen to make, in order to slap Chi Rong's little mouth.

With a bang in Chi Rong's mouth, he snapped off a piece of cartilage neatly, then nodded boldly.

"Can wedding cakes be eaten at weddings? I want ones filled with peanuts!"

With a smile in Wu Qingzhi's phoenix eyes, he said softly: "What kind of sweets and snacks do you want to eat at the wedding, it's up to your wife to arrange."

Just as Chi Rong was about to respond, he remembered that he was busy with business and it was difficult to get away, so he added: "But it can't be done recently, it's very busy recently."

Wu Qingzhi has always respected Chi Rong's wishes and ideas, and will help her realize them one by one.

Therefore, this wedding event is no exception.

The only way to be prepared is to buy the wedding items first, red candles, red paper, red firecrackers, and red brocade, and send people to buy them.

However, in this city of Yue'an, the only ones who can hold big ceremonies during the famine season are the big men with power and money.

Counting with my fingers, the people who can be named are always those people, so the news of Wu's young master's wedding is leaking out like this.

Bai Pingting heard the news from the restaurant manager.

At that time, she was standing by the window, and the scenery outside the window was gone, only a group of dirty refugees were turning over the slop buckets.

Bai Pingting was almost used to it. It seemed as if she was able to give in after seeing the rotten smell and filthy scene for a long time.

But there was only one word of love, and Bai Pingting couldn't give in.

At the end of next month, it's her birthday, after this incident, Bai Pingting will be thirty, and her name as an old lady will be confirmed.

"Miss, I heard that Boss Wu is going to re-organize the wedding. When the time comes, we may have a table outside our building."

After finishing speaking, she immediately picked off a piece of the red nail polish on Bai Pingting's fingertips.

That small piece of red, like a drop of candle tears of red wax, is so gorgeous that it is a bit vulgar, and it is a little bit downcast.

But she is clearly the proud daughter of heaven who wears bright red lipstick!
Bai Pingting had already inquired that when the little wifey married into the Wu mansion, the scene was not good, and she was even criticized.

Unexpectedly, Qingzhi spoiled her so much, and wanted to make up for her face!

Then Bai Pingting flicked off the small piece of peeling red, and her gaze fell far out of the window.

In the swill bucket, there is rotten meat and soup, big oil, big meat and big smell, it is the favorite of wild dogs, and it is the most satisfying.

Today, thousands of miles away, the refugees are also hungry wild dogs.

Bai Pingting watched in rapt attention, but saw that the refugee picked up the leftovers and ate, and then walked out of the street.

They were walking in the direction of Shantang.