Passionate Devotion

Chapter 1222

Leng Yejin squeezed Tong Lu's hand tightly, palms warm and strong, and looked down at her.

With that look, there was warmth and the affection between husband and wife. Tong Lu was moved with emotion, leaned her head on his shoulder, smelled the smell of alcohol on his body, and frowned immediately: "How much have you drunk? liqueur?"

Leng Ye would not agree: "Not a lot."

Tong Lu looked at the tea cup in front of him, and said, "You wait, I will make you a cup of sober tea again."

She got up, Leng Yejin suddenly felt empty in her arms, frowned, and then pulled her back, wrapped her in her arms, and held her full of joy.

Tong Lu gave him an embarrassed look. Leng Ye was indifferent. In the heart of the mother-in-law, he was a man who couldn't control his lower body. He didn't even let his wife go when he was in confinement. What's more, he is drinking now?

Mrs. Yin looked at the attitude of the young couple and got up jokingly: "You guys have a chat, I'll make a cup of sober tea."

Leng Ye Jin is not welcome: "Mom, thank you."

He pulled Tong Lu, let her sit on her lap, put her hands around her waist, rubbed her face with the stubble that emerged from her chin, Tong Lu couldn't dodge and pinched his nose Laughing: "Don't play with me."

"If you don't play with you, who do I play? There is only one wife who can play with me in this life."

Tong Lu lightly beat him: "By the way, let me tell you one thing. My mother hopes her family will hold another wedding for us. She said that my dad didn't personally hand my hand to you during the wedding. It's a pity, I want to be fulfilled."

Leng Yejin nodded slightly, he heard it, but did not answer.

He naturally has no objection to holding a wedding at the wife’s house, but the brother-in-law’s road to the president has not been cut off. Now he sees it as if it is true. At this time they ran to his natal house to hold the wedding instead of looking for Ge Ying. ? Didn't the people of her natal family stare at the two culprits of them?

Leng Ye just closed her eyes and imagined that scene. During the wedding, all her maidens had their faces stretched out. The scene...not being drunk, it has nothing to do with celebration.

"Do you disagree?"

"we'll see."

"Look at what, you don't want to?"

"What is your cousin's attitude towards you today?"

Tong Lu's voice paused.

"At the wedding in Japan, your relatives in your natal family probably have the same attitude. Think about that kind of wedding, do you like it?" He didn't want to wrong his wife to look at the cold face of his mother's family in a wedding dress. He was so depressed. Mad!

Tong Luti filled her ears, waking up like a dream: "It's better not to do it." But then she tangled up again: "But what am I going to tell my mother? I agreed, or you? I pretend to be a red face. Play as a pale face."

Leng Ye slapped her forehead: "I'm going to make a faceless face, and I can still enter your house when I look back? Don't miss you! Your family is definitely not bothered to do another wedding, and I will talk about the situation later. . Change the subject, your mother is here."

She said nothing, yawned, and leaned on her shoulder with affection, a little sleepy.

Leng Ye drank a cup of sober tea and urged her to go upstairs to pick her son down, and go home to sleep together when she was sleepy.

He sits here, his ears are so long, he can hear everything talking in the study clearly, Leng Ye didn't want to eavesdrop, he didn't know how to do it, otherwise he could not help but disrupt.

Forget it, the presidency, whoever fights for it, is the rest of their family!

He just wants to put the center of his life on the family and enjoy the happiness of family. The only worry is whether Mu Xiao wakes up or not? !

(End of this chapter)