Reading through the book: The evil first wife of the first assistant family is a miracle doctor

When you get better, we'll get married.

After she said this, Luoyu Villa began to prepare for the wedding.

She asked him why he liked her?

Luochen said: "When I was a child, I once saw a loving couple. The husband took care of his wife's clothes and the wife held an umbrella for her husband. It was very enviable.

At that time, I thought that when I grew up, I would also find a wife whose soul resonates with me and walk hand in hand with her, regardless of superiority or inferiority.

I was born into a wealthy family and have never had strong thoughts about anything. But when I see you, I feel particularly happy. "

Let's do it.

Then get married.

Ye Qianqian ignored the slight hesitation.

"I'll take more care of you for the rest of my life, Mr. Luoyu."

Luo Chen smiled like a spring flower in full bloom.

"Okay, Mrs. Luoyu."

The Chiwa people practice bridal abduction.

Now that I have settled here, I will do as the locals do, engage in a bride-stealing drama, and have some fun with the villagers.

Then they snatched it back to the villa and held a Han-style wedding.

After the plan was made, Ye Qianqian stayed at the patriarch's house three days in advance.

wedding day.

As night fell, the entire village set up torches and built bonfires.

Songs were sung from all directions.

Qixi and several other mothers from the village dressed up Ye Qianqian, put her hair in a braid, and put on a skirt and embroidered shoes.

Then they stuffed the package of peanuts and jujubes into Ye Qianqian's mouth with a silk handkerchief, covered her eyes with red silk, then tied her up behind her back and threw her on the bed. Several people locked the door and ran away.

Ye Qianqian was speechless.

He untied himself and finished the dates and peanuts in his mouth.

There was a lot of noise and fire outside, and she didn't know when Luo Chen would come to grab it.

So I covered my eyes again, rolled into the bed, and fell asleep.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the noise outside was still making noise.

Ye Qianqian seemed to be asleep, and felt like someone had entered the room.

"Luochen?"

No recollection.

But people did come in.

There was the sound of breathing.

The man was very close to her.

Not Luochen.

Luochen's breathing was so shallow that it was almost inaudible.

And the smell.

This man has the refreshing fragrance of bamboo and ink, and he is in good health and full of strength.

It's a man.

Ye Qianqian tore off her eyebands. The moonlight and firelight outside the window were bright, but in order to steal the bride, the door and windows were sealed.

She still couldn't see clearly.

"Who are you?"

Ye Qianqian sat up suddenly and reached for the concealed weapon.

Oops, I’m getting married today and I didn’t bring any concealed weapons.

"Shallow."

He called her name accurately, and his throat seemed to be blocked by a layer of cotton.

Dayan's accent is very familiar.

Like the boy's voice in her dream.

"The bride-stealer is here." A hurried message came from outside the door.

At the same time, the man covered Ye Qianqian's head with a cloth felt, hugged her waist, grabbed the rope hanging from the roof, and was pulled up.

During this process, the man groaned.

It turned out that Ye Qianqian bit his neck through the felt.

The teeth used hard force, as if they were really going to bite off his blood vessels.

The man's eyes turned red.

Still refusing to relax, he started running as soon as he landed.

The neck was gradually relaxed.

Just as the man was about to relax, his body stiffened again.

A pair of small hands reached into his clothes and touched his belly.

What is she going to do?

It seemed to outline his scar that had almost disappeared.

After this, Ye Qianqian struggled.

"I can't breathe, please let me out."

"Qianqian, I'll take you back to Dayan, please don't scream."

"I don't call."

Her voice was muffled.

Su Moyang let go of the felt.

Ye Qianqian finally came to the drill.

They ran into the woods. The shadows of the trees were dancing, but she still couldn't see the man's face clearly.

But his smell made her heart beat fast.

It was the same feeling that the boy in her dream gave her.

Warm, unrestrained, passionate, familiar.

The man hugged her sideways, his firm jaw visible, and ran to a place among sparse trees, with the bright moonlight shining on his face.

Ye Qianqian was shocked.

There was a roar in the brain.

"Little scholar, why are you blushing?"

"Qianqian, don't be joking."

"I'm not kidding, you smell really good."

"Ms. sir, I can't walk anymore. I'm carrying him on my back."

"Master Su, is there any woman stopping the car today?"

"Su Moyang, why are you pretending to be a gentleman? If you have the ability, you can say this at night."

Su Moyang......

Su Moyang......

Su Moyang......

This is the face, this is the face!

It overlaps with the person in the dream!

My mind was filled with loud sounds and chaotic images.

It was all her and the man in front of her.

Su Moyang.

Leaves are shallow.

Not Ye Chenyu.

There is no Ye Chenyu.

Ye Qianqian covered her head in pain, and waves of memories were like the Sun Wukong trapped under the Wuzhi Mountain.

Once he lost the talisman, he started to rush out like crazy.

She let out a hard growl.

"Shallow!"

Su Moyang finally stopped and put the person down.

He asked urgently: "What's wrong with you? What did he do to you? Does your head hurt?"

He opened his hands, not daring to touch.

Her mother was fed Wangyou by King Kang, and her memory became a completely different person.

Qianqian, is this the same?

Kneeling on the grass, he opened his eyes wide, and the excitement of regaining his memory gradually faded away, replaced by the fear that he could not bear.

"Qianqian, I am your husband-in-law, and you are my wife."

"Your home is in Anyang, not in southern Xinjiang."

"Mom is waiting for you to go back, dad is waiting for you to go back, everyone is waiting for you to go back."

"Qianqian, look at me, no, you don't recognize me."

"Ye Qianqian, I am your little scholar."

"You can't forget me, you can't forget me."

Su Moyang's voice became lower and lower, and finally became almost a plea.

He bent his back, as if waiting for judgment, and stared blankly, watching Ye Qianqian put down her arm.

"Qianqian..."

During the day, he saw it.

Qian Qian was so close to that person, and she warned him softly not to break the rules and not to meet him before marriage.

That person was reluctant to leave and wanted to hold her hand.

Qianqian let him pull.

He was going crazy with jealousy.

He waited until everyone around him was lured away, and it took a lot of perseverance for him not to rush over.

"Ye Qianqian, I am your husband-in-law..."

He emphasized again unconsciously.

His face was particularly frosty white in the moonlight, and his eyes were sad and fragile, staring at Ye Qianqian's movements without blinking.

"Master."

There was no emotion in Ye Qianqian's voice, as if she was repeating his words.

Making Su Moyang even more uneasy.

"Yes, I am your husband-in-law. We have made an oath to heaven and earth. You cannot marry anyone else."

"fraud!"

Ye Qianqian suddenly became angry. She frantically pulled off the accessories on her head, messed up her hair, took off her fiery red skirt, and threw it to the ground!

Step hard.

"Liar! You've been lying to me from beginning to end! How dare you lie to me!"

"Three years! I look like a fool!"

"Leave my man behind!"

"I trust you so much! I trust you so much!"

"Ah - ah -"