Quick Transmigation and Doted on His Wife

"The auspicious time is here, Miss, put on your hijab and go out to worship."

Chen Rong was married for the first time in her life. On the surface, she was indifferent, but she was very nervous. When she went out, she drank several glasses of wine. When she was a bride, her eyes became gentle.

She solemnly took Xu Yiru's outstretched hand and held it tightly, her eyes focused and serious. With Xu Yiru at the door of the guests, he slowly walked into the wedding hall with the warm eyes of the guests.

"It's made in heaven."

"A couple I liked a long time ago..."

The guests who came all looked at the newlyweds with a smile.

"The auspicious time has come—"

"Worship the world—"

"Two Worship High Church—"

"Husband and wife worship—"

"Into the bridal chamber—"

The host's voice was very long.

Chen Rong had a very serious expression from the beginning to the end, her palms were sweating, watching Qiao Tongzi and the others could not laugh or cry.

It stands to reason that Chen Wenshu should also come, but Chen Rong and his family have long been interrupted by the fire in the Chen family.

It is Qiao Tongzi and Wang Sheng, who are inseparable every day. Coming to Yu Nancheng to attend the wedding this time also caused quite a stir.

Chen Rong was drunk and staggered into the room, walking towards the person she was thinking of. Lifting off her red hijab, meeting those concerned eyes, she smiled silly, "I finally got Sister Xu..."

Liu Er who came to serve: "…"

Xu Yiru stood up, smiled helplessly, supported Chen Rong, and instructed Liu Er, "Go down first."

After the door was closed, Xu Yiru helped Chen Rong to the table, "I have to drink the last drink, the family wine."

Entanglement took a deep kiss, and she didn't stop until Xu Yiru was panting against the table.

Looking at Xu Yiru's red face affectionately, her voice was a little hoarse: "I love you."

Yeah, me too..."

The rest of the voices drowned in the night.

Xu House is brightly lit, and the peach blossoms that have been transplanted in the house fill the courtyard, which is a different kind of romance under the illumination of the lights.

A lonely figure stood on the long street outside the mansion, with a young woman beside her.

"Husband, they didn't send us an invitation, we came all the way to blow the cold wind, we've been standing all night and it's time to go back?" Some are purple.

Zhang Shaochu's eyes were deep and sad, and he said to himself: "Why is it obvious that I and Chen Rong are childhood sweethearts, but she never puts me in her eyes..."

The woman sighed and said firmly: "If she likes you since she was a child, then you must not look down on her."

Zhang Shaochu glared at the woman and became angry: "You are just a vase my parents welcomed into the house, what qualifications do you have to talk nonsense here?" The woman: "Don't think I will recognize your wife, go back by yourself!"

The woman pursed her lips: "Husband, you are so cruel."

Qiao Tongzi and Wang Sheng hand in hand and hummed a little song back to the other courtyard at night, and met Chen Wenshu on the street. He was so thin now that he was no longer the gentle and jade-like youth she remembered.

Wang Sheng frowned and protected Qiao Tongzi behind him, frowning very upset.

"Are you...something?" Qiao Tongzi put his arms around Wang Sheng's arm and stuck his head out from behind her.

"Arong, is she okay?"

"She's fine." Qiao Tongzi scratched her ears, feeling a little embarrassed, "Why don't you ask me if you want to see her, why don't you go by yourself?"

Chen Wenshu smiled wryly and shook his head: "The person I can't face the most in this world is her, if I hadn't insisted on doing my own thing, the Chen family wouldn't have gotten to this point, and I wouldn't have gotten to this point either. , I was wrong... a mess."

Chen Wenshu looked at the slender Qiao Tongzi, and remembered the high-spirited girl who stood in front of him back then, he... regretted it.

He didn't understand why he had such an obsessive feeling for Yang Xue. He thought of the old Chen family, his sister, and everything, and his heart was full of pain.

A big man's eyes became warm.

"Would you like to go in for a cup of tea?" Qiao Tongzi was a little embarrassed by Chen Wenshu's stare, and politely said.

Wang Sheng snorted coldly.

"No need, I'm leaving." Chen Wenshu looked down at the shadow on the ground, "I'm sorry."

Qiao Tongzi knew why he apologized and waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm very happy now."

Chen Wenshu smiled, glanced at Wang Sheng, turned and walked slowly along the long street.

A bright moon hangs in the sky, and the peach blossoms beside the bluestone street are reflected in each other.

Chen Rong and Xu Yiru of Wuyi Taohuawu have treated each other like guests for thirty years. The deep relationship between the two was praised by future generations, and some people even wrote miscellaneous notes about them for later generations.

When Chen Rong woke up again, what happened to Yu Nancheng seemed to be just a big dream. And the woman who was slowly freezing in her arms also disappeared from the world along with that peach blossom rain.