flashy wedding

Chapter 122 This is a Little Ancestor (1)
Lu Jixiang was so surprised that she said without thinking, "Professor Song, do you want to wash the sofa cover and pants for me? Er, can you do it?"

Song Jincheng looked back at her, and said something that made her extremely ashamed.

"It seems that I washed the sheets last time!"

"..."

Embarrassed, Lu Jixiang silently went back to the bedroom to get his pants.

More than ten minutes later, the washed sofa covers and trousers were hung out on the balcony.

Lu Jixiang was lying by the door, watching the man's actions, the tide moved in his heart, it was like a tumbling sea, almost drowning her.

She couldn't help asking, "Professor Song, why are you being so nice to me?"

"good for you?"

Song Jincheng looked back at her, he was standing on the balcony, outside the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows were the vast lights of thousands of houses, and in this bright light, the man's tall and tall body was tall and straight!
He smiled tolerantly: "Is this considered good for you?"

"Yes!"

Lu Jixiang nodded and said, "Besides my father, you are the second man willing to wash my sheets and pants!"

Forehead!
Her thinking is really incomprehensible.

Could it be that washing her blood-stained sheets and pants is someone who can move her?

Song Jincheng frowned slightly, and said, "What do you mean?"

With Lu Jixiang's hands behind her back, she leaned gently against the wall, her slightly drooping eyelashes cast a faint light and shadow under her eyelids.

"Professor Song, I am willing to give you a chance!"

She said this sentence slowly, as if after some deliberation.

Song Jincheng was slightly taken aback.

Lu Jixiang opened her eyes, her pupils were black, like precious black agate stones.

"Although we were married, at that time, after all, I was drunk and forced you to get it!"

"I don't mind!" the man said gently.

Lu Jixiang shook his head, still stubborn: "But I don't mind! Professor Song, why don't you say that after I learned about this matter, I thought about divorcing you."

"I know!" The man nodded.

"I thought about looking for evidence of your cheating, and then forcing you to divorce me, but you found out later!" The girl was a little embarrassed when she said this: "Actually, thinking about it now, you still treat me very well." Tolerant! Every time I deliberately make trouble and find fault, you are willing to clean up the mess for me!"

The man just smiled when he heard the words.

However, what he was thinking in his heart was, if it wasn't for Lu Jixiang, how could he be willing to clean up the mess for her?

"Professor Song!"

Lu Jixiang's voice continued to be heard, and she spoke very slowly, so she seemed to be extremely serious in every word: "I've thought about it, we're already married anyway, and you signed the contract for me. I made an unequal agreement with my parents! I believe that you are sincere to me, so, so..."

For some reason, she suddenly stuttered.

Song Jincheng spoke out at the right time, and he encouraged: "Be good and auspicious, keep talking!"

Although, he had already guessed what the girl wanted to say.

However, he still wanted to hear her say it himself.

He thought that maybe what she said next would be the most beautiful words of love he had ever heard.

Here, Lu Jixiang hesitated again and again, and finally said: "Professor Song, let's start again. From today, we will start dating as boyfriend and girlfriend, and then we will get married and have children step by step. OK?"

"..."

"Professor Song?"

The man sighed and said helplessly, "Can we just skip to the last step?"

"..."

"Auspicious, we are already married, there is no need to start dating!"

"..."

"Or, can you draw up a time plan?"

"Song Jincheng, which girl and boy friend need to schedule a date when they fall in love?"

"..."

"If you don't agree, then treat it as if I didn't say anything just now!"

"..."

"I go to sleep!"

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Song Jincheng took a step forward and grabbed the girl's arm.

His voice came: "Well, since you have such an idea, I will allow you. But you have to understand that I don't have much patience for things like falling in love!"

"What do you mean?" Lu Jixiang looked at him and couldn't help frowning.

The man bent his lips: "Lu Jixiang, I am willing to spoil you, so I will play games with you."

"This is not a game!"

Hearing this, Lu Jixiang stared, "Please take it seriously!"

The man nodded, but his expression was secretive.

"I only have one piece of advice, never overestimate your plan. Because the risk of changes along the way is also very high!"

Two days later, the bite marks on Lu Jixiang's mouth returned to normal.

After the exchange that night, the relationship between Song Jincheng and Lu Jixiang seemed to become more delicate.

Lu Jixiang is no longer wary of men all the time, she seems to really plan to fall in love with Song Jincheng, every day Professor Song is long, and Professor Song is short, sometimes it will confuse Song Jincheng.

Later, Professor Song realized that a woman in love would really be different.

After several days of cloudy weather, the sky finally cleared up.

Song Jincheng took Lu Jixiang out, intending to meet some old friends.

There is a Chinese restaurant club in Dongcheng, Kyoto, named "Blue and White Linglong". It is next to the back of the Imperial College. Deduce the nostalgic atmosphere of the ancient capital in the 30s.

Song Jincheng and Lu Jixiang had just entered the courtyard when Song Zhiya's voice came over: "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!"

Following the sound source, Lu Jixiang raised his eyes and looked forward.

The entire 'Blue and White Linglong' has been reserved. In the square courtyard, red lanterns, mahogany square tables, and beauties in cheongsams making tea, there is a smell of corruption rushing towards you.

Don't look at it as a themed restaurant, in fact, it's a gold den for the rich and powerful!
In the courtyard, several mature and handsome men were sitting on the edge of a wooden table. They were playing mahjong, or they were sitting casually with their legs crossed, or they were holding Jiaoer in their arms and smiling.

They are familiar with each other freely, and the movements of playing cards are even more pleasing to the eye, and the beautiful woman in cheongsam holding hot tea is waiting by the side. Contains countless glances.

(End of this chapter)