Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

into the night.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the moon and stars are rare.

Gradually cool.

Before I knew it, it was the auspicious time for Chen An and Wen Zhiyun to get married.

After dinner and a break from the meeting.

Wen Zhiyun was led by Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue to the wedding room, took a beautiful peach blossom bath, and was a little bit intoxicated by the intoxicating fragrance of flowers.

"Sister Wen, your figure is too good. How did you grow?"

Song Huaying asked enviously.

Wen Zhiyun's face was slightly pink, and she said embarrassingly:

"Maybe it's natural. When I realized it, my body was already like this."

"It's really enviable. It's no wonder that my husband is so fascinated by Sister Wen. If I were a man, I would definitely be fascinated by Sister Wen."

Song Huaying's voice was a little flattering. After speaking, she looked at Gu Xinyue who was helping Wen Zhiyun comb her hair, smiled and said, "Sister Gu, don't you think so?"

"Well, sister Wen is very charming."

Gu Xinyue's voice was as cold as ever, but her eyes were full of envy like Song Huaying, and she also wanted her figure to become as plump and attractive as Wen Zhiyun.

Wen Zhiyun is thin-skinned and embarrassed by the compliments of the two younger sisters.

I didn't know how to respond for a while, I could only smile and say nothing.

Soon, the bath was over.

Gu Xinyue was responsible for pouring out the bath water and further arranging the wedding room, adding as much festive feeling to the wedding room as possible.

Song Huaying was in charge of putting on Wen Zhiyun's make-up, dressing her up like a blushing woman, and not forgetting to tell her about her husband's hobbies and teach her how to serve him.

Wen Zhiyun's pretty face turned red when she heard that, and she said that Chen An would serve her if she wanted to serve her, so she would not serve Chen An, but she secretly thought that she had learned.

Song Huaying didn't know that Wen Zhiyun was just habitually being arrogant, thinking that she really didn't need to serve her husband, but that instead, he wanted to serve her, and she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, feeling that she was a bit humble in this family, and her status was not as good as Wen Zhiyun's.

Wen Zhiyun didn't realize the slightly sensitive inferiority complex of her little sister Yinger, and kept running on Chen An in front of her.

Mo about half an hour later.

The wedding room is set up and the makeup is done.

There is no red makeup.

There is no festive sedan chair.

Yes, there is only a dahongpao with rough handwork and a square and smooth red hijab.

"Sister Wen, the makeup is done, does it look good?"

"Sister Ying'er is really ingenious. It would be great if my sister could learn half of it."

"Sister Wen is satisfied, as long as I am satisfied, I will call my husband here now, let him see what it means to be overwhelmed by a country, and let him experience what it means to be unable to stop."

"Well, please trouble sister Ying'er."

Wen Zhiyun said in a soft voice, watching Song Huaying leave the wedding room.

Afterwards, she began to adjust her sitting posture, slightly closing her slender legs, and putting her beautiful hands together on her lap, like a bright red rose, quietly waiting for her husband to come and pick it.

On the other side, Chen An was coaxing his daughter to sleep in his little wife's room.

No sleep aids were used, purely relying on techniques to coax.

After coaxing for almost a stick of incense, I struggled to put my fussy daughter to sleep.

The daughter fell asleep with a sweet face. She didn't know what she had dreamed of, so she instinctively put her thumb in her mouth and sucked it from time to time. The appearance was so cute and cute that Chen Anxin melted.

"Crack—"

The door was opened, and the little wife walked in.

She looked at Chen An softly and said:

"Husband, Sister Wen has put on her makeup and is waiting in the wedding room. Come over quickly, don't keep Sister Wen waiting for a long time."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

As Chen An spoke, he touched his little wife's face, and then hurried to the wedding room.

Come to the wedding room and stop.

Tidied up my clothes a little.

Chen An opened the door expectantly, and walked in unhurriedly.

"Yun'er, I'm here for my husband."

"Husband..."

Wen Zhiyun's voice was a little soft.

Chen An walked to Wen Zhiyun's side and sat down, stretched out her hand and gently lifted off the red hijab, revealing her stunningly beautiful face.

"Yun'er, you are so beautiful."

"Does your husband like it?"

"like."

"Husband..."

Having said that, the two stopped talking.

Begin to understand each other more deeply and enhance the relationship between husband and wife.

...

In the blink of an eye, the night passed.

Chen An sat up from the bed, looked out the sunny window, and felt a burst of satisfaction in his heart.

Just last night, he finally got all of Wen Zhiyun.

He looked at Wen Zhiyun who was still sleeping soundly beside him.

Can't help but smile.

Then with a thought, open the prompt message.

From this point of view, the harvest is really quite a lot.

[Fire root +1] x9

[Gold Finger Proficiency +1] x8

[Feeling +1+3-1+4...]

There is a -1 mixed in the relationship, which is very conspicuous.

Chen An looked a little guilty.

I know that I was too rude last night.

It hurt the tsundere concubine.

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it.

Chen An put away the reminder message, picked up the clothes on the side and put them on.

Going to have breakfast in the hall.

Wen Zhiyun was woken up by his movement, wrapped in a thin quilt, lying on her side, frowning slightly, not daring to move.

Because it hurts when you move, it hurts even more when you sit, and you can only feel more comfortable if you lie on your side.

With pain and pain, Wen Zhiyun couldn't help but feel a little angry, couldn't help reaching out to hit Chen An, and complained with eyes full of complaints:

"It's all your fault. I didn't sleep all night. I can't practice today."

"Yes, yes, it's all my husband's fault."

Chen An got cheap and did not act obedient, stretched out his hand to tidy Wen Zhiyun's forehead hair, and said with a smile: "Get up quickly, it's already this time, if you are really sleepy, go out and have breakfast before coming back to rest."

"I'm tired and don't want to move."

As Wen Zhiyun said, she picked up the apron on the side and threw it on Chen An's face, saying coquettishly, "You took it off for me last night, now you have to help me put it on."

"Okay, okay, put it on for you."

Chen An smiled helplessly, and tried his best to satisfy some small requests of this tsundere concubine.

After getting dressed for a while.

The two got out of bed together and left the wedding room, and went to the hall outside.

At this moment, Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue are already sitting at the dining table having breakfast.

Song Huaying was feeding her daughter porridge, when she saw the two of them coming, she smiled sweetly and said good morning.

Gu Xinyue was as sensible as ever, and brought a porcelain bowl to serve porridge for the two of them.

"Sister Wen, you got married in the bridal chamber last night, do you feel very happy?"

Song Huaying was very gossip, and asked without hesitation with a smile in front of everyone.

Gu Xinyue was also curious, silently waiting for Wen Zhiyun to share.

Although Wen Zhiyun is old enough to be a mother to these two younger sisters, her face is much thinner than theirs.

When asked this question, his face turned red.

Just as she was thinking about what to say, there was a sudden shout from the main alleyway outside the house.

"All the residents of Luliu Lane, come out now, immediately, immediately!"

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PS: Set up a bowl and ask for a monthly ticket recommendation!