The rest of the people were placed in neighboring homes accordingly.

After all, the top one is a big man. If you go out later, some will blow.

Song ran and Gu Jingxing have also been upgraded to live in the East Room of their home. There are two more wardrobes and solid wood boxes in the room, as well as several new scarlet quilts. Beside the bed are red spittoons with happy words everywhere.

As soon as the door closed, Gu Jingxing reached for her waist and said, "I'll probably be very tired tomorrow. Go to bed early."

Song ran hung on him and muttered, "I think of one thing. It seems that you feel bad about white here, right?"

Gu Jingxing was honest: "it is true that when we do funeral, we all wear white clothes."

Song ran knew that the northern countryside was still feudal and superstitious in this era. She consciously said, "the wedding dress I brought back is not worn. Fortunately, I also brought back an extra set of Tang costume."

Gu Jingxing frowned: "it doesn't matter. It's the only wedding in our life. I want you to follow your own preferences. Their feelings are not important."

Song ran was lying on his chest and smiling sweetly: "do as the Romans do in Rome. Besides, I look so beautiful in wedding dress and Tang costume, don't you think?"

Gu Jingxing turned over and pressed her under the body: "Ranran, don't let me be so moved."

Song ran Yingying looked at him with beautiful eyes: "we are already one, and what are we going to share with each other?"

The meaning of rebirth is not to let her have no regrets?

She is very glad that God has given her a chance to live again, so that she can have a chance to be good to him, and she, after all, has not failed to live up to God's expectations.

The man's breath was heavy, song ran was flustered: "tomorrow is a day of physical work, you give me a stop."

Gu Jingxing bent down in her ear, slightly gasping: "I know, I will hold back, or tomorrow's wedding, you can't even walk, it's really not suitable."

Song ran stretched out his arms around his waist: "sleep, commander Gu."

Next door neighbors, Tang vice hall and Mu Mian were arranged to live in their house's west house. Tang Jian's expression was not very good. He was born with a golden spoon and lived in Sinan mansion since childhood. He was so old that he had never lived in the countryside. He had never lived in such a dilapidated old house with dim lights.

Tang Jian and Mu Mian are arranged to be in the same room. Because there are too many people in pairs, song ran deliberately helps them out. It is inconvenient to go out. Compared with their father, their father will not mind that they live together before they are married.

"Deputy Deputy director, you and your daughter-in-law should go into the room and go to bed. The bedding is clean. You can make do with it. If there is something wrong, you can... "

Mu Mian quickly said, "I We are not... "

Tang Jian snatched her words: "there is no disrespect. It's very good here. I like it very much."

Aunt Wang was happy to open flowers: "that's good, that's good. If you need anything, you'll shout."

Tang Ji'an smiles: "good."

When the door closed, Mu Mian glanced at the man in front of him: "who Who is your daughter-in-law? "

The simple room, dim light, but it is difficult to hide his temperament of scenery Jiyue, he lazily stretched out the sleeve of his white shirt, stretched out his hand to the wall beside her, and his voice was low and lazy: "sooner or later it's Mrs. Tang, isn't it?"