Rebirth, the character of Baifumei cannot fall

Zhou Yichen left the same day he met Lin Wanyue, and sent a message to Lin Wanyue before leaving.

{Goodbye, happy wedding}

Lin Wanyue had just come out of the shower when she saw this message, and Zhou Yichen had already boarded the plane. She stood in front of the window, looking at the bright starry sky, and replied with a take care.

Fortunately, there are still people in this world who remember that girl and love her deeply.

"What are you looking at? You don't wear shoes, what if you catch a cold in the room with the air conditioner on?"

When Lin Wanyue was stunned, she was picked up by the man and heard the man's dissatisfied accusations.

She shook her calves, "What are you afraid of? Isn't it carpeted?"

Song Jiajun put Lin Wanyue on the bed and squatted down to put on slippers for her. He pinched the girl's white toes, "That won't work either. Girls should protect themselves well."

Lin Wanyue's feet were all itchy, and she couldn't help but retract her feet, "I know, I know, I will definitely wear it next time!"

Song Jiajun didn't know how many times he had heard this. The girl was greedy for coolness, and she didn't like to wear slippers in summer. She often walked around the house barefoot.

Otherwise, Song Jiajun wouldn't have carpeted the whole house.

"What were you thinking about just now? I feel like you're in a bad mood."

Song Jiajun got up and sat next to Lin Wanyue. For some reason, he actually saw sadness in the girl's back just now.

Lin Wanyue looked at the man in front of her, feeling infinitely satisfied.

The world's yin and yang never stop. How many people love but can't get it, how many people take off their masks in the middle of the night and feel heartbroken.

It is not easy for two people in love to be together.

She was very glad that she was the lucky one.

"Husband, have I ever told you that I love you very much, very much, very much."

Song Jiajun was stiff for a moment. He covered his chest and looked at Lin Wanyue, "Wife, say it again."

Lin Wanyue held the man's face with both hands and said word by word: "Song Jiajun, I love you."

Song Jiajun didn't know how to vent his excitement now. He pulled Lin Wanyue into his arms, buried his head in her shoulders and took deep breaths.

Lin Wanyue was a little confused. This was wrong. Shouldn't the normal process be to say "I love you too"?

But before Lin Wanyue could be confused for long, Song Jiajun suddenly stood up again, looking at her with a pair of bright eyes.

"Wife, I... I'm a little excited now, I..."

"What do you mean?" Lin Wanyue felt the man's excitement, and both hands holding her shoulders were shaking.

"I may need to vent my excitement. You won't blame me, right?"

Lin Wanyue shook her head. What does your venting have to do with me? It's just a few shouts. You shouldn't blame me.

"My wife is so nice!" As soon as the voice fell, Lin Wanyue felt that the scene in front of her was spinning rapidly, and she was directly pressed down on the bed.

She saw the familiar light in the man's eyes, which was more blazing than before.

Being stared at by such eyes, Lin Wanyue felt as if she was naked.

At this time, she understood why the man asked if she would blame him. So you are waiting here!

"Song Jiajun! You... um..."

That night, Lin Wanyue saw what kind of fighting power a man who was extremely excited could have.

She didn't remember when she fell asleep. She only remembered that before she fell asleep, when the man asked excitedly if he could do it again, she slapped him.

When the sky was about to brighten, the rain in the house stopped, and Lin Wanyue fell asleep deeply.

The man looked at the girl in his arms and felt indescribably satisfied. In the years they had been together, the girl had never said the word "love" so seriously.

He knew that the girl just didn't like to talk about love, and her love was reflected in every little detail in life.

For example, when it was a little cold in the morning and evening during the season change, she would get up even if she was half asleep and quietly get herself a thin coat.

For example, when eating, she would pay attention to the dishes she didn't eat, and then she would not eat them again.

For example, when he was jealous and asked for benefits, he would curse and indulge.

So even if the girl didn't say love, he never doubted her sincerity.

He thought he didn't care that much, but the girl's confession today really shook his heart.

Song Jiajun looked at the girl who was smacking her lips without knowing what she was dreaming about, and kissed her on the forehead, with tenderness in his eyes overflowing.

"Good night, I love you, my wife."

*

After getting the marriage certificate, the wedding was put on the agenda. Song Jiajun was visibly busy, trying to complete everything by himself.

Lin Wanyue lay on the rocking chair that Song Jiajun had placed in front of the window, and her earsGrandpa and his husband were fighting for the right to write the invitation.

Chunsheng and Xiaorizi were trying to get a piece of the pie, and the old house was very lively.

Grandpa was yelling with great energy, his husband was retorting in an orderly manner, Chunsheng was arguing with reason, and Xiaorizi didn't know Sun Yun's dog barking.

If you want to say that the most leisurely person now is Lin Wanyue, the bride-to-be, she is just a hands-off boss every day and doesn't care about anything.

In fact, Song Jiajun wanted Lin Wanyue to participate at the beginning, but Lin Wanyue was really a little unreliable.

Song Jiajun gave Lin Wanyue two kinds of invitations and asked her to choose one. Lin Wanyue looked at them for a long time and didn't see any difference.

"What's the difference between these two invitations?"

Song Jiajun said in disbelief at the time, "The patterns on these two invitations are different!"

Lin Wanyue moved under the sun to see clearly. It turned out that there were dark patterns on these two invitations, which could not be seen without careful observation.

She pointed at one at random, "Let's take this one."

Song Jiajun took the one that was not chosen and said, "But this one has a small moon pattern on it."

Lin Wanyue changed sides instantly, "Then that one!"

Song Jiajun said again, "But this one has the word 囍 on it."

Lin Wanyue was annoyed. Did you have to worry about a dark pattern for so long? If you don't look carefully, you can't see the dark pattern on your invitation.

Later, Song Jiajun designed an invitation himself and asked someone to rush it out.

From then on, Song Jiajun took care of everything about the wedding. Anyway, he knew what Lin Wanyue liked.

He felt that a little girl choosing an invitation was like a straight man choosing a lipstick. Except for the obvious color difference, they were basically the same.

The right to write the invitation finally fell into the hands of the old man. The reason was simple, he was just taking advantage of his age.

The most common words in the argument just now were, I am your grandfather! I am old! You should respect the elderly!

If they quarreled again, they would cover their chests and say it hurt, and even call Lin Mingde to tell him that they were unfilial.

The two grandsons dared not speak out their anger.