All The Bigshots Love Me [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 155: Wheelchair Boss 16

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The bright moon hangs high, and the brilliance spreads over the earth. In the main courtyard of Mingshan Villa, a few whispers are heard from time to time.

Jiang Rui was hugged by the waist and had to sit on his lap at this time.

Generally, people who have leg problems and need to sit in a wheelchair for a long time have mostly dry, thin and pale legs, but his legs are very strong and strong. heat.

Ling Yuan grabbed her waist and fished it out, only to realize that her body was so light that she could be picked up with just one arm and placed on her lap. It seems that his arms have been empty for so many years, just to wait for this moment.

He hugged her for the first time today, but he was no longer ready to let go.

"Sit with me for a while, eh?"

Jiang Rui turned to look at him and muttered, "The owner of the village is so tight that he won't let go anyway, why are you asking me what to do?"

Ling Yuan chuckled lightly, rubbing his chin on top of her head.

The evening wind in early summer was still cool, and the two of them hugged each other like this, and it was neither cold nor hot.

"I said earlier that I would help you find your parents. Today, I have asked Li Er to find the sons and daughters of the people of the past. If you think of something from your childhood, come and tell me."

"Thank you, Master." Jiang Rui said softly.

Since getting Qin Sanniang's body, she has been paying attention to finding her parents for her, but Qin Sanniang was young when she was abducted and didn't remember anything. Later, she fell ill again. When Jiang Rui came, she thought There are few childhood memories. Jiang Rui thought back for a long time before she remembered some useful information. She knew that she was from the south, and there was a mountain near her home called Sanguniang Mountain, which was where her name came from.

"Do you need to say thanks to me?" Ling Yuan attached to her ear, knowingly or not, the warm breath sprayed on the auricle, causing the back waist to itch.

Jiang Rui shrank her neck, moved it out, and only moved out less than an inch. The hand on her waist tightened and pulled back, and pulled it all the way to the bottom.

Ling Yuan was still laughing in his ear, and said warmly and attentive: "Is it uncomfortable to sit? Do you need me to adjust the position for Madam?"

Jiang Rui glared lightly, turned her head and said nothing, but when he saw this, he smiled even more happily.

The owner is getting married, and the time is tight. The entire Mingshan Villa is busy, choosing dates, sending invitations, tailoring wedding dresses, preparing wedding banquets... none of them can be neglected.

The big housekeeper, the second housekeeper in the village, and the other housekeepers are already busy, so the two parties are naturally busy.

Jiang Rui is okay, she just needs to cooperate with the tailor to make the measurements, make the wedding dress, and then familiarize herself with the process of getting married. In addition to these things, Ling Yuan has many other things that he needs to make the final decision, such as the guest list, Dowry gift slips, etc.

And when he did these things, he liked to hold Jiang Rui in his arms the most, so that when the people in the house came to report to him, they were embarrassed to raise their heads.

Days passed by in a busy day. Three days before the wedding, Jiang Rui moved into the courtyard of Mingshan Villa. On the day of the big rejoicing, she was dug out of bed early in the morning, washed her face, dressed up, and when the time came, she sat in a sedan chair. After a large circle around the city, it was carried through the main gate into Ming Shan Villa.

After the worship, he was sent to the bridal chamber, and Ling Yuan took care of the rest, and it had nothing to do with her.

The sun went down, the twilight was all around, and the dragon and phoenix candles were dancing. I don't know how long it took, when I heard the door squeak, Ling Yuan finally got rid of the guests and went back to the room, followed by a mellow smell of wine.

In addition to Jiang Rui, Xi Niang and maids were waiting in the new room. Ling Yuan didn't look at them, his eyes only focused on the figure beside the bed, "Go back and rest."

"But—" Xi Niang had something to say, but he glanced at him lightly, and immediately fell silent, and hurriedly retreated with the others. When I got outside the room, I dared to straighten my waist, patted my chest and panted. I've only heard that the owner of the village is lenient, but I didn't expect that such a light glance can make people dare not breathe.

The red hijab was slowly lifted, the chin was delicate, the red lips were moist, the cheeks were pink, and the flickering candlelight flickered in the shy eyes.

After being looked at by such shy and timid eyes, Ling Yuan realized that he had been holding his breath since the beginning.

He chuckled softly and asked gently with a gaffe that only he knew: "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

"Okay." Jiang Rui nodded.

He took her hand and sat at the table together. In addition to the wedding cakes and cakes, there were also the food boxes sent by someone earlier, which contained several kinds of delicious pasta.

"Master, don't you want to eat a little?" Jiang Rui asked him.

"I ate a lot at the wedding banquet, you can eat it." Ling Yuan said with a smile, his eyes never leaving her. In my heart, I thought that since I was married, it would be unfamiliar to call the village owner again, and I would have to coax her to call her something nice. Thinking like this, four or five nice names came to my mind, and I just waited to try them one by one.

He drank alcohol today, and he was drunk a lot. On the way back to the room, the smell of alcohol and the toxins in the meridians were about to move. He was afraid of scaring her, so the wind blew outside for a while before coming in.

He knew that she would find out her true face one day. At that time, she might be frightened, afraid, disgusted, and wanted to run away from him, but he naturally wouldn't allow it. From the day she stepped into his line of sight, it was already doomed. It is his, no matter what means he uses, he will keep people behind.

And before that, he will hang up the mask she loves well.

Jiang Rui finished dinner under the burning gaze, gargle slowly, and raised her head to look at him.

His expression was not commensurate with the scorching gaze, and he still looked gentle, "Are you sleepy?"

"I haven't had a drink yet," she whispered.

"I forgot." Ling Yuan smiled, picked up the small wine glass on the table, and the two of them crossed their necks to drink.

The wine was not strong, only a small sip, and after drinking it, he felt that his mind had finally sobered up, and now he seemed to be even more drunk.

He stared at the person opposite him, seeing her pale pink cheeks dyed crimson, her jet-black eyes glowing with water, and there seemed to be a drop of wine on her lips, crystal red and clear, like a sweet fragrance. red cherries.

Ling Yuan pressed his forehead and felt that he was really drunk.

"Does it have a headache?" Jiang Rui reached out and gently massaged his temple.

The coolness of his hands made him a little sober, he shook his head and said with a smile, "I was drunk at the banquet before, but now I'm a little overwhelmed."

For some time, the voice was not as mellow as usual, and it was a little hoarse. Ling Yuan knew that toxins were causing trouble, and secretly suppressed his inner strength. In any case, tonight is the bridal chamber of two people, and he can't expose the original shape for the first time and scare people.

Jiang Rui also noticed something abnormal, turned her head and looked at his face worriedly, "Would you like someone to make hangover tea?"

"No need." Ling Yuan held her wrist, pulled the person into his arms, wrapped his hands, lowered his head and whispered softly with a smile, meaning: "It's just for the inconvenience of my husband, I will apologize to my wife first, tonight. I also have to trouble the lady to work hard."

The author has something to say:

That's right, the old eight means, little goblin, sit up and move by yourself.