Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

"Yes! You rascal! "

"How dare you scold me! I am a young woman of literature and art! "

Zhuang Yichen's wedding Li Yong disagrees with holding it on the weekend. He was brought up with Zhuang Yichen when he was young. When he was older, he was very superstitious. Where do Chinese people choose only holidays but not the Yellow calendar when they get married?

But Xiaoya and Xiaoya's parents don't seem to be very keen on this, as long as they can receive more red envelopes during the holidays.

Li Yong had never been angry with Zhuang Yichen, but for this, he didn't take the initiative to say a word to him for three consecutive days.

Zhuang Yichen had deep feelings for Li Yong. With his unique and excessive respect, he squatted in front of Li Yong's stool and put his hand on Li Yong's leg. "Uncle Li, I know this makes you unhappy, but my father-in-law and mother-in-law married their daughter once. You also know that Xiao Ya always loves money. When I told her not to accept gifts, she quarreled with me all night for this, Otherwise, let's follow her this time. You told me before that Xiaoya doesn't recruit. She hasn't asked too much to follow me these years. She proposed to get married. Do it according to her ideas, even if she realized her dream. "

Li Yong took a breath and shook his head. "Yichen, it's not Uncle Li. I'm stubborn. That day is not suitable for marriage at all." A cluster of tears flashed in my eyes, "I have such a wish in my life. You, don't be so tired. Marriage is a big deal. The dealer is sorry for your mother and son. When the young lady married the dealer, I heard the old man say that the wedding day was not well chosen. What's the life after the young lady married the dealer? Young master, will you listen to Uncle Li once? "

"Uncle Li, I'm not an asshole like Zhuang Jingren. It's different."

Li Yong finally sighed and agreed to Zhuang Yichen's request

Xiaoya draws drawings happily every day. Zhuang Yichen asks her to take care of everything except wedding rings, dresses and dresses. She still works. Whenever a guest comes to the door, she can always show a sincere smile that she hasn't had in recent years.

Everyone praised her, "Mrs. Zhuang has been very beautiful recently."

"The happy event is approaching, the mood is very beautiful, discount, discount." Xiaoya smiled without exaggeration, but her heart was trembling. Whenever someone called her Mrs. Zhuang, she felt that she was about to fly to heaven.

You know, her clothes are all custom-made and have never been discounted.

Even when a bride comes to order a dress, if she is familiar, she will give it free as soon as she is in a good mood.

Zhuang Yichen generously entered Xiaoya's studio and was surrounded by a group of rich wives, "Zhuang Shao, more and more handsome."

Zhuang Yichen seldom showed his emotions outside. At this time, he glanced at Xiao Ya, who measured the size of the guests in the dress area, and burst into a silk smile. At once, many women who secretly passed by YY were elated and dizzy, praising Miss Qiu's blessing.

After Xiaoya found out, she hurried over. Zhuang Yichen was very cold at ordinary times. He either stared at people coldly, turned around and left without giving others face. Otherwise, just like now, he stood in the middle and spoke politely, but didn't say anything to others. He was surrounded by others and didn't know how to get away from women in a polite and non offensive way.

Looks like he's really alive.

Xiaoya took Zhuang Yichen's arm, said hello to his wife, and pulled him upstairs. "Why are you here?"

Zhuang Yichen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He used to come in through the back door. He would never encounter such trouble. He picked up a piece of fabric and looked up. It's hard to imagine how she turned into beautiful dresses in Xiaoya's hands. "If I don't come again, are you going to prepare for debt?"

"What debt?" Xiaoya poured herself a glass of water and drank it.

Zhuang Yichen naturally took the cup in her hand and took a gulp. She was very thirsty. "I heard you sent a lot of dresses out recently."

"Oh, my God! Kiss, you even care about this? How much is it for me to send some clothes? How can you be in debt? "

"You, a man who regards money as his life, are also willing to give clothes at a discount? Is there something wrong with your mind? Now it's spread fiercely outside. You've become a fortune fairy now. A dress is usually tens of thousands. Are you willing? "

Xiaoya's mouth turned away. Obviously she didn't want to say this again. She looked regretful. "Well, don't say this. I regret it every night, but as soon as I get here during the day, people praise me and bless me, I can't help but keep my mouth shut and promise to send things out. After sending them out, I regret it. When you say this, my intestines are green with regret. "

Zhuang Yichen put down the cup. Seeing her look, he really didn't want to talk about her again. He held her in his arms. "Well, send it. If you're in debt, I'll pay it back for you." My eyes didn't know how, so I caught a glimpse of her workbench. There was a bottle of things in the drawer below. My eyebrows frowned. "Don't take that medicine again. We'll have a baby like Jiang Zhao."

Xiaoya said happily, "really?"

"Really."

"You can't have a baby once the medicine stops. You have to take measures in the middle. Are you willing or not?"

"What's the matter? You should buy it for me in the evening. You know the number best." His breath spread on her lips. She throbbed in her heart and kissed him back. When she released him, she choked, "Yichen, I finally ended my long run, didn't I?"

"Yes, it's the end..." he continued to wind her tongue.

Xiaoya is thinking that these years have not been wasted, and her youth has not been wasted. In the final analysis, she is more lucky than others. How many women in the world can become regular when they are underground Qing people? Even if there are, they are very few.

But now, she is also one of the few people. She once thought she was unfortunate. Now she is really lucky.

How could Zhuang Yichen be her husband if he hadn't sat on him boldly in those days, and if he hadn't abandoned himself at the beginning?

Xiaoya is an enchanting Xiaoya. She used to be green and astringent long ago. She has been used to herself now. Since four years ago, she buttoned her waist and sat in his arms, hooked his neck and invited him to drink. At that time, she was the enchanting Qiu Xiaoya.

She had forgotten what her eyes should look like when they were as clear as water. She only knew that he seemed to like her very much. There was her style between frowns and smiles. She thought he liked Qiu Xiaoya who was so charming, so she let herself translate the enchanting performance into wood.

Although they were rarely together, they were still in bed when they were together, but she was very happy when he clenched his teeth and exhaled the words "Qiu xiaodemon" on his body.