Fighting Starts from Saving Yunyun

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"Swing ≈58106; ground." The master of ceremonies said loudly ≈58112;.

≈58077;The key step came, and all the guests stared at it, and the ≈58055;thick-skinned Chen Mo sometimes ≈58100; became nervous.

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In Chen Mo's bridal chamber, besides himself, who dares to make trouble?

Chapter 344 The Wedding Night (Part [-])

The night covered the sky.

The big red lanterns in the Tianmu Mountains were lit up, and the bright red candlelight illuminated the entire mountain range. The figures in the Tianmu Mountains, except for some serving maids and irrelevant people, receded one after another.

In the wedding room in the attic, distant noises could be vaguely heard. The wedding room was extremely quiet, and a red candle was placed on the desk, waiting for the arrival of the host.

Ye Yiren sat on the edge of the red bed dignifiedly, his head was still covered with a hijab, and he hadn't moved for a long time.

During the church visit, Chen Mo had whispered to her that he would first come to bless him and erase his palace sand.

Ye Yiren was still a little nervous, but she was looking forward to that moment. She didn't dare to move. Looking at the red embroidered shoes under her feet, she immediately said to the outside of the building:

"Shui Yuan, is the wedding banquet over?"

Outside the attic, Shui Yuan, who was dressed in red and was the bridesmaid of the Yeyi people, stood in an orderly manner. When she heard the voice of the owner of the valley, she quickly turned her head and shouted downstairs:

"It's gone, leader Chen is chatting with guests"

Ye Yiren let out a soft oh, and then hurriedly lifted the red hijab, took out a thin pair of stockings from the sleeves, and quickly put them on, and then rushed to the wedding ceremony The skirt was pulled down to cover it up, and the hijab was put back on.

But after waiting for more than ten minutes, Chen Mo still hadn't come. Ye Yiren frowned slightly. He probably went to another wedding room. According to the wedding process, Chen Mo should go to Yunyun's room first, then Qingmo, and then It was Nalan Yanran who was herself in the end.

If everyone consummates the room, one night may not be enough.

Ye Yiren took out the picture book from under the pillow again, went to the light, and carefully looked at it from the gap under the hijab.

It seems to be reviewing homework, watching it very seriously.

In the night of the bridal chamber, the books I read will naturally not be poems, songs, Fu, Four Books, and Five Classics.

Although Ye Yiren is dismissive of this kind of thing, but if he doesn't understand anything, he will inevitably make a fool of himself, so he wants to take this opportunity to make up for it.

"Bai Meisheng's spring soul is self-disturbed, and the bones collected in front of the three peaks are melted"

"Juvenile lovers share a romantic brocade tent and love endlessly in the spring night"

Under the light of the red candle, Ye Yiren squinted at the picture above with admiration, and looked at the words next to it for a long time without understanding the meaning, so he could only read word by word.

As the groom's official, Chen Mo came to Ye Yiren's attic after searching for a while, made a shh gesture to Shui Yuan, and walked up to the attic.

Chen Mo looked upstairs with light steps, and when he looked up, he saw the silhouette of a woman flipping through a book reflected on the window paper in the wedding room, sitting on a wooden bench in a well-behaved manner.

"Do you still read books on the wedding night?"

Chen Mo shook his head, straightened his clothes, raised his hand and pushed open the door, then quickly closed the door.

The lights in the room were dim, and the woman in a gorgeous wedding dress heard the sound of the door opening, turned her head and looked up, and the red hijab fell off.

"Crack!" The book in his hand fell to the ground, and he turned the pages back and forth. Chen Mo glanced roughly, and the corners of his mouth instantly curled up.

This picture is still in color

"When I got married, I didn't forget to make up my homework. I'm so happy."

Chen Mo walked forward, bent down to pick up the album, quickly flipped through it, and then said lightly: "How many poses are these? Still taking revenge like this, don't be afraid, my husband will teach you later"

As he said, he picked up the red hijab, picked up Ye Yiren by the waist, and walked towards the red bed.

Ye Yiren's body froze suddenly, and then he snatched the album from Chen Mo's hand, hid it in his sleeve robe, and then snatched the red hijab from his hand, and covered his head.

There is a feeling of deception.

"Why are you here now?"

Ye Yiren's expression was a little flustered, and he quickly explained:

"I didn't read it on purpose. I just happen to have this album under my pillow right now. I flipped through it casually. By the way, the poems in this album are so weird."

Chen Mo put Ye Yiren on the bed and asked her to do it. He immediately threw the album aside, picked up the golden pole on the desk beside him, and gently lifted Ye Yiren's red hijab.

Under the red candle, the woman's face as beautiful as a fairy appeared in Chen Mo's eyes, her vermilion lips exuded a green luster under the candlelight, and her light makeup made her originally cold face look a little more charming.

Among all the women in Chen Mo, Ye Yiren had the best looks.

Ye Yiren's face turned red, and her lips kept pursing, as if to hide the panic in her heart.

Chen Mo put down his hijab, raised his hand to lift Ye Yiren's chin, and said with a smile:

"Miss, call me husband."

"Husband." Ye Yiren blurted out.

Chen Mo nodded in satisfaction, took a glass of wine from the desk next to him, sat down beside Ye Yiren, and handed her a glass.

Ye Yiren looked at the man who was close at hand, raised his eyebrows, suppressed the panic in his heart, walked slowly through Chen Mo's arm, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.