Although Shen Dalang and Qin Yanjun have been engaged for half a year and have met many times before getting married, Shen Dalang is still amazed by Qin Yanjun today.
The young lady's bridal makeup today was done by the makeup girl from Yuhua House. The makeup girl was taught by Jiang Miao herself. Her makeup skills are so superb that only ladies from powerful families can hire her.
Qin Yanjun's hibiscus face was shy and charming, just like a blooming rose. He captured Shen Dalang's heart and captured his soul with just one glance.
"Yanjun..."
Shen Dalang held the hijab in his hand and called her softly, the affection in his eyes threatening to drown the person in front of him.
Qin Yanjun was thin-skinned, and her face turned even redder when he stared at her. Her breath was filled with the refreshing pine scent of the man, and she was a little out of breath for a moment.
Xiniang is well-informed, as is the case with husbands and wives who have just gotten married. They only have eyes for each other and want to stick to each other.
She should have had the foresight to exit right now, but the etiquette of leaving had to be completed. Xiniang coughed lightly, took two glasses of wine from the tray held by the maid next to her, and put them in their hands.
"Mr. Shen, Mrs. Shen, if you drink this cup of wine, your little life in the future will definitely be harmonious and beautiful!"
Xiniang was smiling all over her face and kept saying nice things. Shen Dalang and Qin Yanjun were still young, so they were a little embarrassed by the comments.
Shen Dalang picked up the wine glass first, and then handed the other glass to Qin Yanjun. His eyes were bright, and she was the only one in his eyes.
"Lady."
"Ms. sir."
Their eyes met and they smiled in unison.
When Xiniang saw the young couple finish drinking each other's glasses, she quietly left with her maid. It was a warm spring night, so she didn't want to continue to be a nuisance here.
After Shen Dalang got married, a few days passed and it was the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In the past, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Shen family would gather together for a reunion dinner, but this year was different.
Not only did the third family have a baby, but the first family also had a happy event. There were three more people in the old Shen family. This was a great joy no matter how you looked at it.
Mrs. Zhang waved her hand and said that this Mid-Autumn Festival must be a grand event.
Therefore, before the middle of the month, the Shen family was already busy.
Shen Yingxue asked people in the shop to make a lot of mooncakes with all kinds of fillings. This year is also the reunion day for her and Guo Zhao. Shen Yingxue and Mrs. Zhang discussed it and let Guo's mother also come to Shen's house to celebrate the festival. Anyway The marriage between the two families is a sure thing, and they don't care about the false etiquette.
Zhou Ling followed her mother. She has now changed her surname to Shen. Those days in the Zhou family seem to have passed a long time ago. She was only three years old when Shen Yingxue and Zhou Shui'an reconciled and left. She has no memory at all. Now she leaves the Zhou family. , Shen Ling lived happily every day. The five or six-year-old girl was already able to help her mother with things.
Shen Yingxue looked at the young lady who was helping her make snacks, with a smile in her eyes.
"Pull up your sleeves, be careful not to get them dirty."
"Um."
Shen Ling wrinkled her little nose and used her clean hands to roll up her sleeves, but her movements were a bit clumsy. It took her a long time to do it.
Shen Yingxue was amused by her daughter's cute appearance. She cleaned her hands and went to help her. After she was done, she stretched out her fingers and pinched her daughter's little nose, causing Shen Ling to rub the flour on her hand onto her face.
"Little rascal!"
Shen Yingxue is not upset either. Her daughter is now lively, cheerful and sensible. She is happier than anyone else.
Guo Zhao had been here for a while, and she stood at the door, watching the mother and daughter having fun, and her cold face softened.
This was the scene he dreamed of every night during his two years on the battlefield.
"Mom, Uncle Guo is here."
Shen Ling saw Guo Zhao first. Although Guo Zhao usually had a cold face, Shen Ling was not afraid of him at all. Compared with the gentle-looking Zhou Shui'an, the cold and stern Guo Zhao was more like her father in her heart.
Mature and steady, it brings a sense of security to her mother.
When Shen Yingxue heard her daughter's words, she quickly turned around and looked.
There was flour on her face, and a few strands of hair fell down, giving her a bit of a young lady's cuteness.
When Guo Zhao saw this, his eyes became softer.
He walked in with long strides, his eyes were hot, and Shen Yingxue lowered her head slightly, hiding her shy expression.
Shen Ling was already a grown-up girl. Knowing that her mother and Uncle Guo had something to say, she pursed her lips and smiled secretly, then closed the door and went out on the pretext of washing her hands.
The man strode up to her, Shen Yingxue felt the man's aura surrounding her, and her face turned redder.
Guo Zhao leaned over slightly, raised her little face with his hand, and placed his fingertips on the flour of her cheeks.
Shen Yingxue's body stiffened and she wanted to step back and break away from him, but Guo Zhao held her arm.
"Don't move."
He gently wiped away the piece of flour with his fingertips, looked at the woman's crimson face, and suddenly squeezed it tightly with his fingers.
Shen Yingxue saw the white color on his hands and understood his actions. She was really embarrassed to see him just now with a face full of flour.
She hastily wiped her face with her sleeves and pushed her hair back.
A woman likes her appearance, and she doesn't want to see her sweetheart with this sloppy appearance.
Thinking of this, Shen Yingxue felt a little annoyed.
Guo Zhao's mind was aroused by her charming appearance, and he lightly twisted his fingertips.
"Yingxue, let's get married as soon as possible."
He also saw Shen Dalang when he got married, and he was very envious of the groom's proud look. He and Yingxue had been engaged for almost three years, and now he had established a successful career and it was time to start a family.
Guo Zhao completely refused to admit that he had been provoked. Such a charming little lady should be taken back to her nest and pampered.
This man's leap was so great that Shen Yingxue didn't react for a moment and looked at him blankly.
Guo Zhao took a step forward, leaned down and looked at her level.
"Yingxue, now I can give you and Ling'er a home and protect you. Will you marry me?"
He killed the enemy on the battlefield and tried hard to earn some merit, just to protect the one he loved. Now that his wish has come true, all he has to do is let the little lady in front of him nod.
Shen Yingxue's heart was hot and sweet, as if she had eaten honey.
She lowered her head slightly, twisted her fingers together, and nodded slightly.
"Yes."
How could she not want to? There will never be anyone in front of her who will treat her better.
Seeing her promise, Guo Zhao grinned uncontrollably, and his iceberg-like face melted away. Shen Yingxue was also infected by his joy and reached out to shake his hand.
"Fool."
Her tone was affectionate, the little lady's hand was small and soft, her fingers hooked into his palm, and Guo Zhao'er immediately turned red.
Shen Yingxue seemed to have seen something strange and stood on tiptoes to take a closer look.
"Guo Zhao, are you shy?"
The young lady's breath sprayed on his neck, and Guo Zhao drew his neck back, no longer caring about refuting her shy words.
With a straight face, he hurriedly took out the little lady's hand, took a big step back, and separated the distance between the two of them.
"No!"
How could it not be? She clearly saw it.
Shen Yingxue frowned and looked at the man who was ten feet away from her.
Guo Zhao had trouble saying that his body felt like it was on fire.
