Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 115 The Wedding Night, Beloved Wife's Bento

Chapter 115 The Wedding Night, Beloved Wife's Bento (2)
Song Qiyan was secretly complacent, when he suddenly felt a pang of resentment floating from the side.

As soon as he turned around and raised his eyes, he met the gloomy face of his father-in-law.

It seems that he has been only interested in pleasing his mother-in-law and forgot that he has a father-in-law...

Reining in his fluke, Song Qiyan got up, walked up to Jin Zhaodong respectfully, knelt down again with a plop, kowtowed three times, and humbly admitted his mistake, "Dad, I was wrong, and I made you and Mom unhappy."

"You still have self-knowledge. If that's the case, why do you dare to mess around?" The father-in-law was really angry.

Song Qiyan's head was lowered, looking from different directions, he could be as humble as he wanted, but Jin Zhaodong, who was sitting on the sofa with his arms folded, looked more like a bullying old landlord.

Su Ningxue frowned slightly, "Zhaodong, why are you so angry with other people's children!"

These words immediately sent Song Qiyan back to the [-]th floor of hell, and his heart was blown cold.

The mother-in-law still treats him as an outsider, and doesn't even recognize him as her son-in-law!
Song Zhiren sat aside and listened to this, and he was a little anxious. He knelt down. Why did the Jin family couple still refuse to agree? Do you want him, an old man, to kneel down and kowtow to admit his mistake?
Seeing that Su Ningxue put the teacup back on the tea table, and wanted to ask Jin Zhaodong to go upstairs together, Song Qiyan quickly moved to Su Ningxue with his knees, and stopped her from leaving.

"Mom, Dad should be angry. I'm such an asshole. I've made them suffer so much all these years. I know I'm wrong. Please give me a chance to reform myself!"

Su Ningxue was blocked by Song Qiyan and couldn't move an inch, with a look of embarrassment in her eyes, and Jin Ziqi over there was already trying to persuade Jin Zhaodong, did the young couple decide to divide the work to break it?

"Dad, didn't you always hope that I could get married? Now that I'm married, you don't have to worry about me anymore. Isn't that great? Besides..."

Jin Ziqi looked at someone who was standing by the sofa holding a little yellow chicken, and turned to look at Jin Zhaodong, "He is still my son's father. I can live without a husband, but my child cannot live without a father."

Maybe it was Jin Ziqi's words that touched Su Ningxue, Su Ningxue sighed, "I'm old, and I can't take care of your young people's affairs anymore, so you can mess around as you like."

After finishing speaking, Su Ningxue jumped over Song Qiyan who was on the ground and picked up Jin Moumou and went straight to the stairs.

When he left, his face had softened a lot.

Su Ningxue didn't let go now, probably because she was angry that they didn't tell her before they registered.

After conquering the strongest fortress of the Jin family, Song Qiyan and Jin Ziqi both heaved a sigh of relief, and then turned their heads to look at Jin Zhaodong together.

Jin Zhaodong was unavoidably uncomfortable being stared at by a room full of people.

Seeing that Su Ningxue went upstairs, she didn't want to stay any longer. She looked at Song Zhiren and said, "Young people are too impulsive about marriage. I still have to discuss it with Ziqi's mother before I can give Mr. Song an answer." .”

Song Zhiren heard the meaning of driving away the guests in the words, and no longer held back, the situation had turned around anyway.

"In that case, then I'll take my leave first, and go home and wait for news from you and Ningxue, Zhaodong. Don't worry, the Song family will never treat Ziqi badly when they marry a daughter-in-law."

Jin Zhaodong raised his eyebrows, but got up without showing any signs of expression, and sent Song Zhiren to the door without talking about Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan's marriage.

Jin Zhaodong, who saw off the guests, did not return to the living room, but went up the nearest stairs to the study.

Jin Ziqi's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and she sat on the sofa all of a sudden, rubbing her sore forehead.

Sure enough, getting married is a troublesome thing, and not informing the parents of the marriage is even more troublesome!
Suddenly there was warmth from the soles of her feet, she opened her eyes and lowered her head, Song Qiyan was squatting at her feet, he picked up the shoes she had dropped when blocking Su Ningxue just now, and silently put them on for her.

Song Qiyan's hands were no fairer than those of the nobles, but they were slender and clean. She could feel his dry and warm palms on the soles of her feet, and a warm current slowly slid across her heart.

In the corner of the second floor, Su Ningxue looked at Song Qiyan who was squatting on the ground carefully putting on Jin Ziqi's shoes, and sighed softly, her eyes were moist when she turned her back.

It's a done deal, whether to scuttle it or send people up is beyond her control.

In the bedroom, Song Qiyan was lying on the bed with his upper body bare, occasionally groaning and frowning.

Jin Ziqi was sitting by the bed, rubbing medicinal wine on his body with a cotton ball in the other.

Su Ningxue must be really angry, otherwise why would she strike so hard?

There was a long strip of green near the spine, and Jin Ziqi couldn't help but lighten his hand.

"Does it hurt?" Carefully rubbing while caring.

Song Qiyan lay face down on the pillow, and hummed softly from his nose, "It hurts—"

Jin Ziqi's eyes showed helplessness, shouldn't ordinary men say that it's okay at this time, and hold on in front of their own women, but is Song Qiyan an ordinary man?

no.The answer is yes.

If he was an ordinary man, he shouldn't be lying in her room now.

Thinking of this, Jin Ziqi couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and pressed down without noticing the strength of his hand for a while.

"Did you murder your husband?" Song Qiyan jumped up from the bed in pain.

Jin Ziqi pursed the corners of his lips guiltily, poured some medicinal wine on the cotton ball, and signaled Song Qiyan to lie down again, "If you're not careful, I won't hurt you next time."

Song Qiyan lay back in doubt, hugging the pillow with both hands, smelling the faint fragrance, just like sniffing Jin Ziqi's long hair, his face was full of intoxication, and there was no sign of pain.

Jin Ziqi wiped away the red marks for him, and when he put away the medicinal wine, he asked nonchalantly, "Why didn't you hide outside the house just now, mom can catch you if you run out."

"If I hid, I wouldn't be able to lie here now." Song Qiyan said with a narrow smile in his eyes, "This is a trick, even if our mother cuts me with a kitchen knife, I can only go head-on."

Our mother?It was quite smooth.

Jin Ziqi patted him on the shoulder, "Get up, and help you wipe the scars in front of you."

Song Qiyan sat up cooperatively, his muscular chest was criss-crossed with long marks one after another.

After dipping in some medicinal wine, Jin Ziqi lowered his head and approached him, focusing on rubbing the medicine for him.

The two were very close, Song Qiyan stared down at Jin Ziqi's beautiful facial features with his light yellow halo.

A head of waist-length black hair fell down on his shoulders, and a few strands rubbed against the skin of his arms from time to time.

The vermilion lips are slightly opened, exhaling warm breath with a faint tea fragrance, the thick and slightly curled eyelashes flicker occasionally, and the fair cheeks are flushed.

(End of this chapter)

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