Chapter 141

This time, Lu Junming prepared a special story for qianyurou.

In the dream of this story, she becomes Shen Yuqing.

A woman who likes to think, is used to thinking, but is confused by thinking.

At dawn, Shen Yuqing is still tossing and turning, and she hasn't slept all night.

She did not know how many such nights she had gone through. She couldn't figure out why she and an Yanmo didn't seem to be newlyweds for more than a month since they got the certificate. Instead, she let herself keep the empty room day and night.

Unconsciously, it reminds her of the day when she got married.

At that time, they both loved each other.

Compared with Lu Junming himself, their starting point is much higher!

At that time of the day, the indoor telephone rang. With light steps, Shen Yuqing went to the desk and answered the phone: "hello."

"Xiaoqing..." An Yanmo called her fondly, "go to get the marriage certificate today. Have you got the Hukou ready?"

"Of course, I can't forget this important day. It was ready the day before." The air is full of happiness.

After dressing up, Shen Yuqing goes to the Civil Affairs Bureau, where an Yanmo is waiting early.

An Yanmo looked at the Civil Affairs Bureau in and out of the newlyweds, their faces are hung with happiness, can't help grinning. As soon as she turned her head, she saw that Shen Yuqing was wearing a white dress and a light blue denim jacket, which highlighted her good figure and was very fresh. Holding the household register and ID card, he stopped and looked at the door.

An Yanmo walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau and jokingly said, "Oh, whose fairy is this? I don't know. I thought I had abducted a minor girl."

Hearing the familiar voice, Shen Yuqing responded, "it's true." Immediately but shyly patting an Yanmo's chest. An Yanmo grabs her hand and raises a smile.

One second before entering the Civil Affairs Bureau, an Yanmo asked her seriously, "are you sure you want to marry me? Now it's too late to regret. "

She is immersed in happiness, where can also take care of this many, just smile, keep shaking her head.

An Yanmo holds her hand tightly and firmly walks into the place that will witness their happiness. Shen Yuqing is happy all the way. She has been looking forward to this day for a long time. She looks up at the man beside her. Today, he is bigger, more handsome and more masculine. Shen Yuqing wants to spend her life with him like this.

At the photo taking place, Shen Yuqing holds an Yanmo's arm tightly for fear that if she doesn't pay attention, the man in front of her will leave her. An Yanmo just quietly let her grasp, looking at her, gently said: "you are so beautiful today."

Out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Shen Yuqing is still nestled in an Yanmo's arm. She is as happy as a little girl when she receives candy.

She thought of the way an Yanmo proposed to her. She watched from the halo that an Yanmo's facial features were getting closer and closer. She stood upright in front of her in a black suit. She felt that she was like a princess at that time, and the prince in the fairy tale who gave her happiness was an Yanmo. An Yanmo didn't ride a horse, but with bright roses and rings, she gave it to her when she was caught off guard It was a big surprise for her.

"Will you marry me? I will love you well, you know, I will always be by your side. " An Yanmo said.

"I know, I promise you!" Without any hesitation, Shen Yuqing even rushed to an Yanmo's arms before she was moved. She knew that an Yanmo would make her happy one day, and that day would come.

The next day, they held a wedding, not so luxurious, not so grand, just invited their relatives and friends, but it was particularly warm.

In the small church, the elegant wedding march is playing. Shen Yuqing walks to the man who will be entrusted for life with her father's blessing and applause. She smiles and tears all the way.

An Yanmo still gently wiped away her tears, gently hugged her, attached to her ear and said: "in the future, I will only let you shed happy tears. But today, let's finish the wedding first. Don't cry any more. "

Shen Yuqing nodded and laughed.

The wedding march is still playing, and the priest is reading some conventional words, but Shen Yuqing's words are especially beautiful. She even thinks that marrying an Yanmo is a gift from heaven for her. How much she loves an Yanmo.

When she turned to an Yanmo, she felt that every bit of an Yanmo moved her. Long eyelashes, high nose, sexy lips, all the cells on an Yanmo's body are loved by her. An Yanmo, who is listening to the priest's speech carefully at the moment, seems so charming to her.

On the wedding night, Shen Yuqing lives in an Yanmo's villa. This is their wedding night. For the first time, she sleeps with an Yanmo. She is a little shy, but she can't help her happiness. An Yanmo sits sideways and looks at her straightly. Her eyes are full of possession and tenderness.

Shen Yuqing couldn't stand the hot gaze. She ran into the bathroom in a flurry and whispered through the glass, "I'll take a bath first. I'll be fine soon." An Yanmo wants to tease her, deliberately shouting: "hurry up, I can't wait." As soon as the voice fell, I heard the sound of water coming from inside.Shen Yuqing is hiding under the sound of water, holding her body tightly, her cheeks are red, she feels unprecedented tension, but her heart is extremely eager for the arrival of this day.

It seems that after a long time, Shen Yuqing finally came out of the bathroom. Her hair fell wet on her chest, and her pajamas were loosely wrapped around her. In addition, she had a red face because she was nervous. She was a beautiful woman in the bath.

An Yanmo is stunned. When Shen Yuqing puts her hand on his shoulder, she holds Shen Yuqing in her arms and kisses her lips gently. Yes, an Yanmo has always been so gentle to her. Even in bed, she would never feel uncomfortable.

An Yanmo protects her. She is tired of an Yanmo. She always thinks that this will be her life. But

In a flash, Shen Yuqing choked, tears could not stop wet cheek. Suddenly, another Gulu sat up, and he was still in the new house he had dreamed of. On the bed he had been in with an Yanmo, the door had not been opened, and he had not come back. All this seemed to be a dream.

She wiped the sweat on her forehead, picked up her mobile phone wearily, dialed an Yanmo's number, and the end of the phone was still unanswered. The joy of her new marriage has long faded, and all that has spread is worry and confusion. She got up, put on her nightgown and went downstairs. There was no sense of home in the empty living room.

She can only fool into the sofa nest, repeated every day waiting.

After a night's TV, she was still playing the story of dog blood, but she was excited with the woman's emotion, sometimes crying, sometimes scolding, sometimes laughing. Maybe, this is the only way to let her forget an Yanmo for a while.