Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Chapter 491: : Sheng Rang Fan Wai 1: Marriage and Childbirth (one more

The month after Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang left the imperial capital.

At the beginning of the month, Zhou Qingrang sent the marriage letter to the Lu family. The next day, the Lu family resumed their wedding: November 13th, it is time to marry.

Lu Sheng took a long marriage leave and maternity leave. There was a lot of work to be handed over. She occupied Zhou Qingrang's desk. He moved a chair and sat next to her to watch current affairs news.

"Sound."

Lu Sheng looked up from the computer: "Huh?"

He can't seem to watch, the tablet still stays on the ten-minute page: "Can I announce the news of our marriage?"

Lu Sheng nodded: "Yes." She was anxious.

He thought for a moment, hesitated, then asked her again: "Then can I buy hot search?"

Lu Sheng couldn't help but laugh: "Yes, I will buy it for you."

Her staid Mr. Zhou actually wants to buy a hot search.

Of course she knew why he did this: "I have a hunch that they will come."

Ding--

The sound of a soup pot in the kitchen.

Zhou Qingran took the crutches and got up: "The soup is ready, I will serve you."

Lu Sheng grabbed his clothes: "I don't want to drink."

Today alone, she drank several bowls of soup alone.

Zhou Qing let him coax softly: "Drink a little bit, eh?"

Lu Sheng was pregnant with twins. They were too thin and couldn't keep up with nutrition. The doctor suggested adding weight first. But she recently got sick, let alone her weight gain, it would be nice if she didn't get down, Zhou Qingrang and the Lu family both changed the law to give her food.

Now she heard the soup, her stomach was full of acid.

"Then you feed me."

Zhou Qing let all follow her: "Okay."

The soup is clear soup, not greasy. Lu Sheng drank half of the bowl and stopped drinking. She pushed the bowl aside, touched her stomach, and looked at him crookedly, with thoughts hidden in her eyes: "I'm full."

She didn't eat much for dinner.

Zhou Qingrang said, "Take three more sips."

Use her as a child to coax her.

She is not a child, but an adult. Adults have the coaxing method of adults. She said: "If you kiss me, I will drink a spoonful."

Zhou Qing made a laugh: "You did it on purpose."

She propped her chin and looked at him: "Yes, then are you kissing?"

He couldn't help but kissed her blushing, and she was drinking soup with a smile.

Just like this, she gave her a bite, but it was coaxing her to drink a bowl of soup, she was like a cat that had just stolen the fishy, so happy.

"Sound." Zhou Qing asked to push the bowl away and held her waist, "You have to be a little fatter, so that you can suffer less when you have a baby in the future."

Seeing his serious look, Lu Sheng teased him: "If I get fat, what should you do if you don't like me?"

"I won't." He became more serious. "I swear--"

This old antique.

Lu Sheng held his swearing hand: "Why don't you understand any taste," Well, she taught him, "At this time, you don't need to swear, you just need to kiss me."

She is like a virtuous fox. He is an eminent monk practicing in the monastery. The fox understands taste and the world.

He seemed to be thinking about the feasibility, and then did not press her to kiss, but said: "The table will be awkward, you cannot press."

Lu Sheng: "..."

The fox had no choice but to nap beside the cushion where the monk was sitting.

It's cool in the middle of the night.

Lu Sheng woke up from his dream and touched his pillow, but Zhou Qing was not there.

Her sleepiness disappeared and she sat up.

"Clear."

She called two people in the room, but no one agreed. There was no light leaking from the crack in the door, and the living room was dark.

It was a bit cold on November night, Lu Sheng got up, put on a piece of clothing and went out. There was only one room of moonlight in the living room and the light was on in the study.

She pushed open the door of the study.

Zhou Qingrang looked up at the door: "Sound." He seemed to be a little panicked, his hands still on the handle of the walker, his feet were standing still, his head was sweating profusely.

Lu Sheng walked over and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve: "Does the foot still hurt?"

"a little bit."

It hurts, walking like there are countless needles sticking.

"You take a break first."

Lu Sheng went to the bathroom and filled a basin of hot water. She helped him sit down and squatted to pull his trouser legs.

Zhou Qing asked to hold her hand: "I'll apply it, you go to bed."

Lu Sheng didn't listen, rolled up his trouser legs, and looked at it with the light: "It's all swollen." She twisted the hot towel and put it on his scarred leg. "Have you been practicing for a long time?"

Zhou Qingrang shook his head: "It didn't take long."

Lie again!

The temperature rose a few days ago, and the area where his leg was operated on became inflamed. The redness and swelling was not what it looked like at the moment. Lu Sheng looked distressed: "Why are you in such a hurry? What if you are injured?"

He bent over to look at her: "There is not much time."

"Ok?"

Lu Sheng did not understand.

"Our wedding." The hot water reddened her hand, and he covered her hand. "Sound, I don't want to marry you in a wheelchair. I don't want you to bow your head and kiss me."

On November 7th, CCTV host Zhou Qingrang and the third Miss Lu Sheng Lu Sheng were married soon.

On November 13, the wedding of Zhou Qingrang and Lu Sheng was held in a hotel under the Lu family.

The lobby on the second floor is full of guests.

Xue Baoyi didn't have a sitting position, tilted Erlang's legs, threw a peanut in his mouth, and asked Qiao Nanchu on the opposite side: "Will Jiang Zhi come?"

Qiao Nanchu: "Yes."

Xue Baoyi didn't think so: "How do you know it will?"

"Guess it."

Some nonsense.

Xue Baoyi is wearing a white suit today, with stiff facial features, but his eyes are a little bit gangster: "How can I not guess?"

Qiao Nanchu pointed to his brain: "This is about your IQ."

Xue Baoyi: "..."

This grandson called him stupid.

He doesn't think there is a problem with his IQ. He thinks that the problem is Qiao Nanchu: "Are you connected behind the scenes?"

After all, Qiao Nanchu is also an intelligence policeman.

Qiao Nanchu didn't bother to answer his question.

Xue Baoyi immediately smelled: "Okay, you two have **** with me behind your back."

illicit sexual relations?

This language was taught by the physical education teacher.

Qiao Nanchu threw a peanut over: "Shut up if you can't speak."

Xue Baoyi shook her head: "No."

He also threw back a peanut.

However, he was not accurate.

The peanut hit Jiang Xiaolin's head next to Qiao Nanchu. Jiang Xiaolin touched the smashed spot with his fingers, and looked at Xue Bingxue, who had the highest grade on the table: "San Ye, don't care about your juniors?"

They are all dads, and they are still so second-year.

It's about care, Xue Bingxue has a very childlike face: "Bao Yi, I will tell my nephew and daughter-in-law if you do this."

Xue Baoyi was upset: "What about me?"

He felt that these grandsons were targeting him!

Xue Bingxue carefully corrected him with an educational tone: "It's not for sexual intercourse, it's a secret song, you have read it to the belly of a dog."

Qiao Nanchu of He Jiangzhi's "Dark Pass": "..."

Xue Baoyi hummed at the two "grandsons" opposite, and poured a cup of tea for his knowledgeable uncle.

At this time, several people's mobile phones rang at the same time, and the message came from the same group.

The group was a sister group built by Fang Ideal. Xue Baoyi was begging to join the group for nothing. Then, not only Xue Baoyi, but Fang Ideal simply brought all the sisters' family members in.

Fang Ideal posted a photo in the group, which was taken by the four girls sitting next to the bride.

The shameless Jiang Xiaolin said: "Tang wants to shoot the best." Save.

Xue Bingxue did not agree: "Isn't it Will?" Save.

Xue Baoyi also didn't agree: "It's my wife." Save.

Qiao Nanchu glanced at the photos in the group and clicked to save: "Naive." The best-looking girl was obviously his girlfriend. He took a sip from his teacup and asked Xue Baoyi, "How is this tea?"

Why do you ask tea suddenly?

Xue Baoyi followed and took a sip: "It's okay." The tea the Lu family used to entertain the guests was certainly not bad.

Qiao Nan said without changing his face, "It's far worse than my girlfriend's soak."

"..."

So, what is he showing off?

He found the fault first. Of course, Xue Baoyi can’t lose. Whose family hasn’t been the number one ancestor in the world: “My family’s Fang Ideal is one of the best players in the game! Weir’s game ranks are so powerful that they have been seconded. If you are an actor, you will definitely be able to play e-sports." Niubi walked away, "I am not an actor, the world championship is my ideal!"

If you praise people, you will praise people, why step on people.

Xue Bingxue was unhappy: "It doesn't count as hitting people in the game. Well Taekwondo is particularly powerful. She can knock down eight people by herself. She has also been in the national team before."

Jiang Xiaolin held his hand, and even watched the show that the show was too mentally retarded: "Are you elementary school students?" His family, Tang thought, was a business elite than playing games and beating people.

Xue Baoyi: "Humph!"

Xue Bingxue also snorted softly.

Ding.

The group news rang again.

Ideals are not ideals today: "Tang Xiang, your lipstick looks so good, which color is it?"

Miss Tang: "TF Tangerine tuned bean paste, forgot the color number."

Miss Tang: "I will send you one tomorrow."

Ideal Today, there is no ideal: [love hug] [heart] [heart]

Tangerine Bean Paste?

What color is that?

Jiang Xiaolin looked at the photo: "Isn't it red?"

Xue Bingxue also looked at it: "It's red."