"Uncle, I'm hungry, please get me something to eat." As soon as she returned to the apartment, Zhou Wenqian slumped down on the sofa.
Zhou Jing didn't say a word. He walked to the sofa next to Zhou Wenqian and sat down. Then he looked directly at the girl and said very seriously:
"Zhou Wenqian, please listen to me. This matter is not over today. I tell you that you will be detained from today until the weekend. You can reflect on it honestly at home."
"It's not uncle, there's no need to be like this. I've already admitted my mistake. Let's discuss it." Zhou Wenqian jumped up from the sofa and hugged Zhou Jing's arm and started acting coquettishly.
"There is no need to discuss it. I will keep an eye on you at home these days. If you make a mistake, you will be punished." Zhou Jing pointed his finger at Zhou Wenqian's forehead with disgust and pushed her away.
"No, uncle, you don't have to go to work anymore," Zhou Wenqian said angrily, holding her chest with her hands.
"You don't have to worry about that. I've already applied for a furlough."
"Why? I'm going out to play tomorrow."
"Just because I am your brother-in-law, if you dare to have sex with me again, believe it or not, I will send you back to your country tomorrow."
"Uncle, let's just confine ourselves to confinement. Is there any late night snack?"
"You can have this."
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Zhou Jing slept until noon the next day before waking up. He had already asked Zhu Ziping for a vacation. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to take Zhou Wenqian out to play, but since he said yesterday that he would be in solitary confinement
Then it must be implemented.
It's just almost noon. There is still no movement in this girl's room. I don't know if she is wandering in her sleep or if she is awake and just playing with her mobile phone in bed. Zhou Jing looks at the closed door and shakes his head with a smile.
Laughed.
In the room, Zhou Wenqian curled up on the bed and snored evenly. Her long eyelashes moved from time to time, her long white legs stretched out of the quilt, and occasionally she turned over so that her long hair covered less than half of the bed.
.
"Wen Qian, Wen Qian, wake up, what the hell are you doing? You can still fall asleep during your uncle's wedding." Zhou Wenqian rubbed her blurred eyes and slowly opened her eyes, only to see her mother.
Looking at her anxiously.
Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing? Zhou Wenqian's heart was filled with three questions from her soul. She looked at the picture that gradually became clearer in front of her. It seemed that she was in a magnificent hotel lobby. She lowered her head and looked at the clothes she was still wearing.
A beautiful little fitted dress.
"Mom, where are we?" Zhou Wenqian scratched her head and felt very confused. She remembered that she was in her uncle's apartment in Seoul. How could she have ended up in such a place in the blink of an eye?
"You damn girl, you can't even sleep on this big day today. I won't tell you anymore. I'm still busy over there, so hurry up and help over there on the lawn." After saying that, my mother turned around and left, leaving her behind.
Zhou Wenqian in confusion.
Seeing her mother leaving, Zhou Wenqian stood up and observed her surroundings. She was now in a banquet hall. There was a door in front that seemed to lead to the lawn outside. She hesitated but decided to go outside.
have a look.
Today she was wearing a pink off-shoulder knee-length dress with a flower pinned to her left breast. She looked very beautiful, and the busy staff members all turned their attention to her.
"Wen Qian, you are so beautifully dressed today." All the familiar and unfamiliar relatives passing by were greeting her with a smile, and Zhou Wenqian, who was still in a daze, could only respond perfunctorily one by one.
After finally arriving on the large lawn outside, the staff were still busy setting up a stage for the ceremony. The sunlight at eight or nine o'clock in the morning had already begun to emit heat, making her seem a little drowsy again, and she wandered around casually.
After one lap, she found that there was nothing she could participate in, so she sat down on the seat in front of the stage.
Just when she was about to fall asleep again, a voice from the side came into her ears, and strangely, the voice was still in Korean.
"Oh, oh, oh, I'm so exhausted. Wen Qian, why are you sitting here alone?"
Zhou Wenqian reluctantly opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. She became extremely sober in an instant, because the sound came from the mouth of a girl sitting in the seat next to her, and she knew this girl.
, isn’t this the short captain Kim Taeyeon from Girls’ Generation?
Taeyeon was also wearing a small dress, and her snow-white skin seemed to be shining in the sun. She was holding a walkie-talkie in her left hand, and she was beating her two short pink legs with her right hand.
Is this Kim Taeyeon? The living Kim Taeyeon? Zhou Wenqian felt it was a bit too incredible. She couldn't help but stretched out her finger and poked Taeyeon's cute face, trying to confirm whether she was dreaming.
"Ah, Zhou Wenqian, you are Oppa Zhou Jing's niece, but I am also your Unnie, what are you talking about?" Taeyeon hugged the petrified Zhou Wenqian, but her hands seemed a little
Not very honest.
"Are you Kim Taeyeon?" Zhou Wenqian ignored Taeyeon's strange hand and looked at Taeyeon in surprise.
"Wen Qian, are you okay? It seems like we are meeting for the first time. I know you are usually more attached to your brother-in-law, but Oppa Zhou Kyung is getting married after all." Taeyeon stroked Wen Qian's hair.
Said leisurely.
"My brother-in-law is getting married? Who is the bride? It can't be you." Zhou Wenqian felt that this information came a bit too suddenly, and her mind couldn't turn around.
"Mo? I'm marrying Oppa Zhou Kyung? Hahaha... I think it's a pity that he doesn't like me." Taeyeon let out a signature aunty laugh, and the expression showed that she felt a little ridiculous but also had a sense of humor.
A little bit of sadness.
"Who is the bride?" Zhou Wenqian expressed her doubts, and Kim Taeyeon explained here that the bride must be related to them.
"Hey Yigu, what's going on with you girl? Your aunt..." Kim Taeyeon was interrupted mid-sentence by the voice coming from the intercom.
"Taeyeon, Taeyeon, where are you? Come to me quickly for help."
This voice sounded familiar to Zhou Wenqian, but she couldn't remember where she heard it.
"Sika, I've been busy all morning, just let me take a rest. By the way, Wen Qian is here too. You go to Sunny for help first." Kim Taeyeon picked up the walkie-talkie and responded angrily.
Sika? Jessica? And Sunny, it seems that many girls from Girls’ Generation came to attend the uncle’s wedding today. Zhou Wenqian was very surprised. No, they didn’t look like guests attending the wedding.
No matter how you look at them, they look like relatives.
"Don't mention Lee Soon Kyu. She drank and played games with Zhou Jing's nephews until early in the morning last night. She hasn't woken up yet. Guests are coming soon. Now only Yoona and Xiaoxian are waiting in the hall to welcome guests. They are really busy.
Ah." Jessica's voice sounded a little irritable.
"Then let me go to the lobby to help them." Taeyeon rubbed her legs and said into the intercom.
"Hey Yigu, can you speak Chinese? Go to the bride's room quickly. Xiuying and the others are there. I heard that according to Chinese rules, the groom has to break through to pick up the bride. There are too few people there. By the way, do you mean Wen Qian?
At your place, she can speak Korean, so let her go to the maknae’s place to help."
"Yes, my queen." Taeyeon stuck out her tongue, stood up, and pulled Zhou Wenqian away from the lawn.
