roccoschili Chapter 283 The two-faced wild rose that the warlord commander wants to provoke (34)
Chapter 283 The two-faced wild rose that the warlord commander wants to provoke (34)
"Then get up." Lin Muqing broke away from his arms and sat up. A quilt was wrapped around her shoulders, and a pair of big hands came from behind, wrapping her tightly.
Feeling warm both physically and mentally, she turned around and saw Wen Yansheng getting out of bed in pajamas and saying something particularly domineering.
"Cover it, I'll pick out some clothes for you."
Wen Yansheng came to her wardrobe and added a lot of warm winter clothes this month. Colorful cheongsams, cloaks, and beautiful split suits filled two wardrobes.
"I want to wear a cheongsam."
"Rose red?" Wen Yansheng took out a rose red embroidered cheongsam. The fabric was soft and thick. Just wear an extra coat, so he didn't say anything.
"The handsome man has such a good taste. He picked the most beautiful one right away."
Although Wen Yansheng had a calm face, she looked more carefully when choosing the second piece, and only took it after the pattern matched her liking.
"This one?" He asked her back.
"It's also pretty."
"The commander-in-chief can take a photo in military uniform, but he must also wear a suit."
"Well, how about wearing a suspender belt and a shirt?" He said casually.
"Has the handsome man worn it?" She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be so naughty and ruffian, wearing the clothes of a rich boy.
"Teenage passed through a period of time." Wen Yansheng somehow remembered that Wen Shuqi had said that he was younger that day. Indeed, compared to her age, he seemed older, but Qing'er had never disliked him, and he was even more Love her well.
"Has the handsome man taken any photos?" She wanted to see how tender Wen Yansheng was when he was young. Her expectant eyes made the man's heart warm, and she dispelled the entanglement in her heart.
"It seems there is. I'll show it to you when I find it."
"Uh-huh."
"But I'll wear one for a while. I'm wearing a student uniform, hehe."
"According to you, Qing'er looks good in anything she wears. The Western wedding dress is downstairs. I'll put it on soon. Do you want to take pictures somewhere else besides taking pictures in the photo studio?" Wen Yansheng thought that it would be better to take pictures here, "How about How about asking someone to come to the mansion to take pictures?"
"It's okay, it's freezing cold, and it's cold and troublesome to go out." She sat cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket, and looked at him with only her little head exposed from the neck up.
"Take off your pajamas first." Wen Yansheng walked to the bed with his cheongsam in hand, his voice gentle and ambiguous.
"How about letting the commander do his best?"
"Well, I'm the best at it."
She laughed and fell on the bed, and was dragged to the bed again by someone.
……
After going downstairs.
Both of them were dressed in noble and elegant outfits, warlord costumes and rose-red cheongsams. Even in black and white photos, they were beautiful enough to fill people's eyes with color.
The photographer came to Wen Mansion with a lot of photography tools, wearing a pair of reading glasses, smiling, nodding and bending.
"Hello, Marshal, hello, Marshal's wife. The younger one's name is Guo Jinan. You two can shoot whatever you want, just tell the younger one. I will definitely satisfy you two."
God knows how happy Guo Jinan is to receive this business, although there are certain risks.
Lin Muqing communicated his general ideas with the photographer, and then started taking pictures in every corner of the house holding Wen Yansheng's arm.
"A seat on the sofa in the hall.
The cheongsam beauty and the warlord commander sat in the middle of the big sofa, looking at the camera together. "
Then he changed into another set of clothes.
Wen Yanshengzhen put on a shirt and black trousers with suspenders, and restrained his fierceness. When he looked at her lovingly, with his stunning skin, he looked like a yuppie rich young master.
Before she changed out of her mature cheongsam, coupled with the makeup on her face, the two of them really didn't match each other when they stood up, looking more like a younger brother and older sister.
I couldn't help but sigh: "I feel like I can't pronounce the title Marshal, but Wen Shao fits it better."
"Really?" Wen Yansheng couldn't comment and took her hand downstairs.
"In one picture, under the eaves of the cloister in front of a foreign-style building, a gentle student is twirling in the hands of a rich man, with a sweet and bright smile."
It's my turn to take a photo of a Western-style wedding dress. It's not the kind with a very fluffy skirt, it's more fairy-like.
"One picture is in the garden. She is wearing a Western wedding dress with a white veil, and Wen Yansheng is in a white suit. Both of them have beautiful and handsome facial features, and their smiles are gentle and intimate. The falling snow adds to the sense of a winter story."
The photographer held up the spotlight and pressed the shutter of the retro camera to record the beautiful scenes.
"The handsome man and his wife are a perfect match. They are so beautiful."
……
Lin Muqing spent the past few days in Wen Mansion.
In the evening, she would go out with Wen Yansheng, go back to her territory, and come back after finishing things.
Until the wedding banquet five days later, in the reception room of Wen Mansion.
Western wedding.
It was surrounded by soldiers and was heavily fortified. It was both festive and serious.
On the day the invitations were sent out, the upper class in Haiping were extremely surprised.
Lin Muqing's identity was neither concealed nor disclosed to the outside world, but it was shrouded in a layer of mystery.
In addition, on the day of the wedding, Qi Song, who was feared by everyone in the Dayang Group, gave Lin Muqing a four-wheeled foreign car as a congratulatory gift, claiming to be a sworn sister, and the meaning of the wedding was different.
After hearing about the decoration of the mansion and the pomp and circumstance of using military vehicles, no one looked down upon an orphan girl without a father or a mother, but rather envied her.
Many people struggled to come and attend.
On this day, Wen Yan was both looking forward to and worried about him. He held her arm the whole time and walked through the whole place gracefully and calmly.
After the ceremony, we returned to the new house.
This was the first time Lin Muqing entered the house where Wen Yansheng lived. It was three or four times bigger than her previous one.
The bright red bed, the red curtain, and the word "happy" on the windowsill.
Wen Yansheng put the lady in his arms on the bed, and squatted down to beat her legs to soothe her blood. He learned this from a doctor, and his technique was very unfamiliar.
"Madam, you have worked hard today. Did the little baby make trouble for you?"
Lin Muqing lowered his head, with a smile in his eyes, a peach-shaped face, and picturesque eyebrows. The man squatting in front of him, wearing a black Chinese suit, pulled him up and let him sit beside him and hug him.
"I'm not tired, I just went down for a walk. Marshal is just tired today."
"Huh? Are you tired?"
"When I talked about the corner of your mouth, it never came down."
When Wen Yansheng heard this, his eyes froze slightly and he said with a smile, "Are you happy?"
"Of course, of course. Why don't you go to bed early on your wedding night, or should you try out the firmness of the new bed?" Her hand had already reached out to unbutton her buttons, but Wen Yansheng held her down. The teasing made his whole body tremble.
"You are not allowed to flirt with me."
Wen Yansheng was worried that she would have adverse reactions from pregnant women. After learning some pregnancy information, he did not dare to mess around in the past few days. He would either grind it gently or not do it.
Otherwise, it will be difficult to extinguish the fire.
"uh-huh."
"Is it possible to sleep under a quilt on the wedding night?" She folded her arms, but she was not in a hurry.
However, the next moment, the zipper on the waist was pulled down.
A hand slipped in and covered...
Wen Yansheng couldn't hold it at all.