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Wedding

Shang Jing always remembers, but he still wants to wait and compensate Zhou Zhou for the wedding at a more suitable time.

This is not the right time.

Feeling the stiffness of his body, Wen Zhou smiled and rubbed his back with his cheek.

There were some words between them. Without asking, she also knew what Shang Jing was thinking at this moment.

Shang Jing looked at his arm across his waist. He took the folded towel on one side, wiped the hands stained with water stains, then held her hand, took away the hands around his waist, and stood face to face with her.

Although Wen Zhou's hands were taken away, she soon continued to surround Shang Jing's waist, but this time she held them face to face.

She looked up at Shang Jing, who was a full head higher than her.

She suddenly disliked her height.

This posture makes her neck a little sour.

Shang Jing seemed to be aware of her discomfort. Yu Guang glanced at the clean wash table with nothing to put.

Then, he took her small waist, held her body with one hand, gently lifted her, and took her to the washing table to sit down.

Wen Zhou smiled with curved eyebrows.

He's so sweet.

She was aware of her discomfort at a glance.

At present, sitting beside the washing table, her legs are a distance from the ground, but even so, Shang Jing is still very high.

Shang Jing's two hands were left and right next to each other, wrapping her in a controllable range. He suddenly approached, put his forehead against her forehead, and whispered, "I'll prepare a grand wedding for Zhou Zhou, but I want to wait."

Wen Zhou smiled and nodded, not angry with his decision.

On the contrary, she respected Shang Jing's idea: "as long as you don't let me wait until my white hair is gray."

Shang Jing's eyes flashed.

White haired

Zhou Zhou means that she will wait for him all the time.

Such a discovery plunged him into ecstasy.

The corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, and a little smile gathered at the bottom of his deep eyes.

Shang Jing emptied a hand and gently held her side face: "No."

He must take care of everything around him as soon as possible.

Wen Zhou naturally raised his arms and put his arms around his neck. The wave light from the bottom of his eyes was better than the stars: "that's good."

She'll wait for him.

If he wants too long, she is willing to wait.

……

The next day.

It rained cats and dogs outside.

Wen Zhou woke up to the sound of raindrops beating on the glass.

The light is on in the room.

Shang Jing came in early with the prepared.

His fear of such wet and cold weather has diminished a lot.

The reason why the light is on is that it is too dark outside, resulting in no light in the room.

He put the food on one side of the table, then sat on the bed and picked up Wenzhou, who was still in bed, together with the quilt.

Meanwhile, his other arm took the pillow and put it on Wen Zhou's back.

Wen Zhou was so tired that he didn't want to move a finger. Shang Jing arranged the whole process.

Leaning on the soft pillow, she was really comfortable.

When he noticed that he was absent-minded, Wen Zhou stretched out his hand, blinked his clear and bright eyes, raised his hand and waved in front of him: "what's the matter with you?"

Why did you suddenly daze?

Shang Jing smiled: "it's all right."

He took his hand from her clavicular fossa and took a look at the dark weather outside.

Obviously, it was a disturbing day for him, but because Zhou was around, he could adapt.

Shang Jing took the overheated milk and handed it to her lips: "drink some milk first."

Wen Zhou received the milk and held the cup in both hands. She nestled in bed and sipped the milk to warm her stomach.

At this time, thunders sounded.

Lightning flashed.

The warm and bright room suddenly added a white light because of the emergence of lightning. Although it soon disappeared, Wen Zhouzhou always paid attention to Shang Jing's reaction.

Seeing him calm as usual, she couldn't help feeling happy for Shang Jing.

She swallowed the milk in her mouth and said in surprise, "are you not afraid of such weather?"

When Shang Jing brought her breakfast, his eyebrows softened involuntarily: "because there are weeks."

She is the warmth and light that supports him.

Moreover, now he is no longer worried about gain and loss, and he doesn't have to worry about whether he will be rejected one day.

Only because he knew that he was the only one in Zhou Zhou's heart and eyes.

Wen Zhou's smile widened when he heard the speech.

After drinking the milk, Shang Jing sat by the bed and fed her breakfast mouthful by mouthful.

Wen Zhou ate with puffy cheeks, like a squirrel gnawing with a pine cone.

The sound of rain outside continued and the rain showed signs of increasing, but the warmth inside the house was not affected by the weather.

After eating almost, Wen Zhou touched his bulging abdomen and found that the breakfast on the plate was almost eaten into her stomach by her. She subconsciously blocked it in the direction of her abdomen with a quilt: "... I don't eat so much at ordinary times."

Today is a special occasion.

In the final analysis, Shang Jing should be blamed for everything.

If he didn't have to hold her to die, it wouldn't lead to her physical strength collapse.

Shang Jing put the plate aside. When she heard Wen Zhouzhou's words, she looked at her little face only as big as a palm: "Zhou Zhou is thin."

You should eat more to make up for it.

Wen Zhou's heart is even more beautiful.

Everyone likes to be said to be thin, and she can't avoid vulgarity.

However, she still felt that Shang Jing was very thin. Especially this time, he was very thin: "you are also thin."

Shang Jing was noncommittal: "then we'll eat more in the future."

Wen Zhou: "OK."

After breakfast with her, Shang Jing saw that she was still very tired, so he got up and kissed her on the forehead. His clear voice sandwiched a trace of hoarseness crisp into the bone marrow: "Zhou Zhou, sleep for a while."

Wen Zhou really wanted to sleep, so he lay down again and closed his eyes to sleep.