Republic of China drama

In the next few days, Jiang Wanwan lived a very simple life.

Every day when she was stuck with Miss San, Jiang Wanwan always liked to touch her arms and waist.

Previously at Xiang's house, she was depressed and aggrieved, Gu Qingying lost a whole circle of weight, and Jiang Wanwan left her alone these days, unable to eat, so she just smoked cigarettes desperately.

Jiang Wanwan felt distressed, and secretly vowed to make Lu Qingying fat back.

She was sweet and clever, and soon became acquainted with the neighbors in the neighborhood. Every day, she went to the sister-in-law's house next door to learn how to cook, and tried different ways to make Lu Qingying eat more.

Watching people eat all the food, Jiang Wanwan would touch her to see if there was any flesh on her waist after the lights were turned off at night.

It is indeed more presumptuous.

Lu Qingying was so disturbed by her that she couldn't laugh or cry, pressed the girl's hand on the head of the bed, turned over and looked down at her: "Touch again, don't sleep tonight."

Jiang Wanwan broke free gently with her face scalded, aggrieved: "Wrong..."

Seeing her like this, Lu Qingying originally wanted to do it directly, thinking that the wedding dress has been prepared in the past few days, and other things have been prepared similarly, so let the little girl go.

"I'm too tired these days, I'll clean you up after a while."

Jiang Wanwan was foolish, thinking that it was because Lu Qingying was tired that night, so she didn't think about anything else, and patted Lu Qingying's back like a big sister to tell her to go to sleep.

Lu Qingying pulled him over.

With his little head turned away from her, he fell asleep obediently in her arms.

That's all.Endure another night.

……

Waking up the next day, cleaning up and washing up, Jiang Wanwan was busy making breakfast, but was stopped by Lu Qingying.

She asked the servant to buy food from the street, and after eating, she slowly dragged Jiang Wanwan to her room, and began to apply makeup and powder to her.

Jiang Wanwan usually relied on her facial features to look good without facing the sky, so she wasn't quite used to it: "What are you doing..."

"Take you out to play." Lu Qingying said, "Don't blink...well, does it look better?"

"I don't usually look good?" Jiang Wanwan said half seriously and half coquettishly, "Why do you need makeup to go out?"

Death question.

"You look the best. But today is special, different from usual."

"What's special?" Jiang Wanwan felt her earlobe being gently pinched, and the pearl earrings were carefully put on, "Is it your birthday or mine?"

Lu Qingying played tricks: "I won't tell you yet."

Jiang Wanwan felt that there was absolutely no need for Gu Qingying and her to take a car when they came out this time, they would stop at every few shops.

She likes Chinese-style jewelry and clothes, so Gu Qingying would take her to pick them out from house to house, and buy the ones she was interested in.

"I bought everything I like, and if I buy it again, I will go back and cry poor." Jiang Wanwan tugged at the sleeve of the third lady, "Let's go back, shall we?"

Lu Qingying bought another half street of snacks before returning to the residence of the theater building.

Jiang Wanwan only felt that something happened to her: "What's the matter? Don't tell me if you have something to do."

The little girl seemed not as happy as she imagined.

Lu Qingying wanted to touch a cigarette, but when she was lost, she remembered that she had promised the girl to quit smoking, and to show her sincerity, she even handed over all the cigarettes.

"I just found out today. To be honest, I want to hollow out the entire Tongcheng for you." Lu Qingying's words couldn't be more sincere, "But what I have is nothing more than these."

Jiang Wanwan's eyes were hot and she almost burst into tears: "You are with me, I like it more than the whole Tongcheng."

"Really?"

"It can't be true anymore."

It turned out that Miss San cared about a person, so she became persistent and unreasonable.

Back in the theater building, Gu Qingying led her to the room. There were three things lined up on the bed, all covered with red cloth.

Jiang Wanwan glanced around.

Why is there a pen, ink and inkstone on the table?

"Open it and have a look." Gu Qingying said.

Jiang Wanwan lifted the red cloth on the far right, and was almost hurt by the clear and bright blue.

It was a pair of emerald-faced face, one could tell that it was a treasure grade at a glance, the emerald blue, arching the surrounding shiny white pearls.

So pretty that she dared not touch it.

"I wanted to make rhinestone noodles for you, but I happened to come across it. This is something from the late Qing Dynasty. Looking at it now, using bird feathers is too cruel, so..."

Jiang Wanwan choked up a little: "I won't wear it when I go on stage...Thank you."

I am always moved by what day it is.

"No thanks. You uncover the other two."

Jiang Wanwan lifted the cloth and found two wedding dresses that were mostly red, with occasional gold thread embellishments.

It is according to the style she asked someone to make, but obviously the workmanship is several times better.

She was startled and happy at the same time, and she was speechless in a daze.

"Ask again, are you willing to..."

Jiang Wanwan knew what she was going to ask, so she answered first: "I would like you to be my wife."

This inexplicable desire to win.

Holding the confidence of "you will know tonight", Lu Qingying said, "Let's all change into clothes, shall we?"

Jiang Wanwan nodded obediently: "Okay."

They changed each other's clothes without thinking about it, and then looked at each other, each feeling amazing.

The bright red clothes, the blush that is more touching than Yanhong.

"This is about to get married." Lu Qingying whispered, "Isn't it, bride?"

There was no one else here, so Jiang Wanwan swallowed nervously: "...Yes."

"Can you write calligraphy?"

Jiang Wanwan: "...almost not."

"Yeah." Lu Qingying embraced the girl with her back turned to her, holding the girl's hand and pen with one hand, and propping up the table with the other hand.

The light fragrance on Miss San's body, and the warmth of being half-held in her hands, made Jiang Wanwan feel that she would have no regrets in this life.

"Then write a marriage letter together."