Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 363 Countdown

"That's right." Liu Meng calmed down and sighed, "Then what should we do?"

Song Zhiwei sympathized with Liu Meng very much, but she couldn't tell about Xue Qian's miscarriage, but if she didn't say anything, Liu Meng would obviously not give up.

The comparison of these two evils made Song Zhiwei very uncomfortable, but in the end it only made Liu Meng sad.

Under Song Zhiwei and Wei Xuan's offensive, Liu Meng finally agreed not to bother Xue Qian for the time being, and if she is still unwilling to accept him after a while, then forget it.

After Liu Meng left, Song Zhiwei felt very guilty, and blamed Wei Xuan, "It's all your fault, why did you ask him to come that night? If he didn't come, the following things wouldn't happen."

Wei Xuan looked puzzled, "Is this also my fault?"

"Of course you are to blame, otherwise who is to blame." Song Zhiwei stared at him and said, "It will definitely be awkward for them to meet in the future, and you can't ask them to eat together."

Next weekend is their wedding day, Song Zhiwei originally planned to let Xue Qian be the bridesmaid, but Liu Meng is Wei Xuan's best man, Xue Qian will definitely not agree, now she can only find another bridesmaid.

Fortunately, there are still many single young women in the hospital, so it is not difficult to find a bridesmaid, but thinking that the two of them will not be able to appear at the same time at friends' gatherings in the future, Song Zhiwei feels sad as if she has lost a friend.

Of course Wei Xuan didn't think he was at fault, wouldn't the drunken incident happen later if they didn't go to the nightclub?
But arguing with his wife on this issue is very stupid. In order not to sleep on the sofa at night, Wei Xuan wisely did not say any rebuttals.

In order to "make atonement", Wei Xuan took the initiative to wash the dishes and mopped the floor.

While Wei Xuan was doing housework, Song Zhiwei called Xue Qian, told her about Liu Meng's visit to her house, and persuaded Xue Qian again.

However, Xue Qian still refused to give Liu Meng a chance, and she refused to tell Liu Meng the truth, and even told Song Zhiwei to leave them alone.

Song Zhiwei was thankless, so she had no choice but to keep silent.

On the weekend, Wei Xuan went to get back the wedding photos and hung them in his new home.

Looking at the enlarged photo frame on the bedside, Song Zhiwei felt a little dazed.

Every girl has longed for her wedding photo after she is sensible, hoping that it can be hung in her wedding room, but now she has realized her wish.

Seeing that Song Zhiwei was a little out of control, Wei Xuan hugged her from behind, "Why do you feel a little unhappy?"

Song Zhiwei came back to her senses and shook her head, "No, I just feel a little unreal."

Wei Xuan was puzzled, "Is the P too much? I think it's more real."

Song Zhiwei couldn't help laughing, "When I say unreal, I mean the feeling, not the P picture. You are real."

"What feels unreal?" Wei Xuan still didn't understand.

"It's kind of like, 'I'm actually married'." Song Zhiwei explained.

"We've been married for a long time." Wei Xuan reminded.

"That's different." Song Zhiwei rolled her eyes, "Stuffing certificates is just lying, but a woman will only feel that she is really married when she wears a wedding dress or sees a wedding photo."

"We were just living together before that?" Wei Xuan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"To be exact, it's more like a trial marriage." Song Zhiwei clarified.

"Trial marriage?" Wei Xuan felt that Song Zhiwei's idea was very strange. They had obtained the certificate long ago, and everyone around them knew that they were a legal couple. She actually thought they were just a "trial marriage"?
It seemed that he had to fully reveal his identity as a husband in order to wake her up.

"Ah, what are you doing?" Originally, she was still "mourning" her past single years, but in the next second, Song Zhiwei was thrown onto the bed by Wei Xuan.

"Bed test." The most effective way to prove the identity of a husband is to exercise the rights of a husband, so Wei Xuan naturally used the simplest and most understandable way to prove it.

Obviously just here to hang up the wedding photos, but Song Zhiwei was completely eaten up again in the new house.

Wei Xuan wanted to do it again on the treadmill, but Song Zhiwei, who had been tortured so badly last time, disagreed desperately.

When she saw the treadmill, she still felt that her tailbone was "vibrating".

In the end, she dismissed Wei Xuan's idea of ​​coming again on the grounds that her mother was still at home waiting for them to go back for dinner.

The wedding day is approaching, and Song Zhiwei is so busy that she not only has to work during the day, but also has to deal with trivial things at night, such as making red envelopes.

"A lot of red envelopes are needed to be festive. The amount is not important, but it must be enough." He Yuxiu insisted on making thousands of red envelopes, and worried that other people would take the opportunity to steal the money, so she supervised Wei Xuan and his wife to make red envelopes, like Like an overseer.

Song Zhiwei's fingers were sore from exhaustion after wrapping more than [-] red envelopes. She frowned and said, "I don't need so many red envelopes, just a few hundred meanings are enough."

"What do you know, the more red envelopes there are, the more lively it is. Red envelopes are needed for gifts, red envelopes are needed for driving, red envelopes are needed for making beds, and there are so many relatives in my hometown. If you don't give more, if there is not enough, it will be shameful." He Yuxiu taught a lesson. Said, "You only packaged so much, you are ashamed to complain."

"I had five surgeries today, and my fingers don't work anymore. Don't worry about it, I won't do it." Song Zhiwei stood up and went to fetch water to drink.

Compared with the "rebellious" Song Zhiwei, Wei Xuan was much more honest, he worked hard and took care of each one without complaining.

"The house hasn't been decorated yet. I'll call your younger brother and Xiaoxue over to help tomorrow." He Yuxiu muttered, "You should also book a hotel. I think the chain hotel nearby is pretty good. I asked, how many more can you book? There are also discounts."

Song Zhiwei was already tired at work, but now she was even more tired listening to her mother chanting.

But there is no way, they have no relatives in Rongcheng, and Wei Xuan can't count on them, so they can only do these things by themselves.

But busy until twelve o'clock in the evening, the three of them only completed a small half of the task.

Song Zhiwei couldn't hold it anymore, and said: "Continue tomorrow." Then she dragged Wei Xuan away.

Song Zhiwei's listless appearance at work during the day was seen by her colleagues, and they guessed that she was exhausted from busying with the wedding, so they volunteered to help her at her home at night.

More people means more power. With the help of colleagues for three consecutive days, not only the red envelopes have been wrapped, but the house, wedding room and even the rented house are all decorated with joy.

Song Zhiwei, who was tired all day, was lying on the bed. She went through all the things that needed to be done in her mind, and found that the preparations had been completed. She only needed to try makeup and rehearse one day in advance, and go through all the procedures.

I can finally sleep comfortably tonight.

(End of this chapter)