The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

The dinner menus are carefully designed, so they are not bad. But for an occasion like this, it is impossible to serve some hot dishes with a strong flavor of fireworks. At most, it is some new fusion dishes, which are more Western.

Jiang Ruoli had just finished a small plate of foie gras tapas when he turned around and saw the waiter serving crab sticks with vinegar jelly.

"Give me his, too."

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then bent down to ask Pei Zigui: "Sir..."

Pei Zigui raised his eyelids slightly, tilted his head and looked at the woman beside him with a smile.

Jiang Ruoliu's watery almond eyes moved slightly, and he said in a very firm tone: "Why are you looking at me? You can't eat crabs."

If she has an allergic reaction, she will have to be sent to the hospital. A while ago, I saw a news report about a man who died of drunkenness at a table with his friends, and everyone was held legally responsible.

After all, we were having dinner together. It would be fine if she didn’t see it, but if she did, I would have the obligation to remind her.

Pei Zigui slowly wiped his long, bony fingers and said to the waiter, "Just listen to my wife."

As expected, the small dish of crab sticks and vinegar jelly fell in front of Jiang Ruoli.

Before Jiang Ruoli had the time to taste it, a big hand fell on his waist, and then the extremely familiar smell of fir suddenly approached.

The distance between the two was very close: "Li Li, are you worried that I might have an allergic reaction?"

Jiang Ruoli picked up a little crab stick with a fork and put it into his mouth, "To prevent people from saying that I am not qualified to be Mrs. Pei."

The man's thin lips curled slightly. Considering that Jiang Ruoli spent a lot of time on his hairstyle, he just gently pinched the woman's white neck and said in a low and mellow voice: "Who dares to say that Mrs. Pei is incompetent?"

At the noisy dinner party, everyone was chatting, but Pei Zigui seemed to have only room for Jiang Ruoli in his eyes.

Many people at the same table saw this scene.

For safety reasons, not many people knew that Pei Zigui was allergic to crabs since childhood.

So the spectators around naturally thought that Jiang Ruoli was greedy and wanted to snatch her husband's food. But Pei Zigui not only did not feel annoyed, but indulged her without limit.

There are many married couples in the circle. Those young masters and young ladies from aristocratic families play with each other behind the scenes, but on the surface they can still pretend to be respectful and loving. But after watching the pretended love for a long time, you can see at a glance that the interaction between Pei Zigui and Jiang Ruoli is not fake.

Eyes and body language don't lie.

Some rumors about the couple after their marriage are slowly disappearing.

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The night was hazy, with a light mist floating in the air, which felt slightly cool when in contact with the skin. The wind blew, rippling the surface of the swimming pool, creating tiny ripples. A new moon hung in the blue-black night sky, leaving a hazy photo in the pool.

The organizers of the dinner prepared a special performance for the guests. When she walked to the garden, Jiang Ruoli saw a shirtless man standing in a large open space in the distance. There were some things around him that she had never seen before, and it seemed that someone was making a fire.

Pei Zigui hugged the woman's scarf-wrapped shoulders tightly, and seeing her eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, he answered her question: "This is preparing to make iron flowers."

"Tiehua?"

The setting off of fireworks is prohibited in Jiangcheng, unless there is a permit or on some special days.

“The organizers of this event are quite thoughtful.”

This was the second time she had praised the planning company today.

"Hey, the lights on this tree are pretty nice. They're little snowflakes."

Pei Zigui took her in his arms and took a few steps back, fearing that she would be splashed accidentally. His eyes stayed on Jiang Ruoli all the time, never leaving.

The man's voice was clear, slow and mellow: "Well, they look good. Let's have someone hang some in our house someday."

The host on the stage was still introducing the intangible cultural heritage of iron flower making.

"Everyone, are you ready?"

The sound of drums came from afar, and after three drum beats, the iron flower performance began.

The performer pours the hot molten iron into a special container, and then the hot and boiling molten iron is thrown into the sky through a long pole, rapidly breaking into tiny particles.

These particles will undergo rapid combustion, cooling, and heat dissipation as they fly in all directions. The burned particles are like small sparks from electric welding, forming a scene of sparks flying everywhere, as beautiful as flowers scattered by fairies.

In winter, due to the relatively low temperature, the iron flowers will dissipate heat faster and are relatively safer.

At the moment when the iron flowers scattered and slid down, a group of people came out holding a dragon, and against the backdrop of the iron flowers, they even performed a dragon dance, which was so beautiful and shocking.

"Oh my god, it's beautiful! So pretty!"

Pei Zigui looked at the excited little fox beside her. Her bright eyes seemed to have fallen into the stars, reflecting the dazzling fireworks.

Looking at her, it seems that no troubles in this world can defeat anyone.

His eyebrows raised slightly, and he couldn't help but laugh along with her.

"It is indeed beautiful."

Jiang Ruoli looked up and saw Pei Zigui’s smiling face. He rarely smiled so freely.

At this moment, the handsome man in a suit and leather shoes was smiling at her, and her figure was reflected in his deep pupils.

Jiang Ruoli licked his lips, a little stunned.

Although it was true that Pei Zigui had been a handsome guy since he was a child, because of the relationship between them, she seemed to have never taken a serious look at him.

(Just like when I was in school, I never paid attention to whether there were any handsome guys in my class.)

What's going on? This guy looks pretty handsome today.

My heart was beating like thunder, and I didn't know who was hitting my heart with a drumstick again and again.

As they stared at each other, Jiang Ruoli felt defeated. She rubbed her earlobe and shifted her gaze.

"Hey, you..."

At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed: "It's snowing!"