Aunt Xiao touched her and took a small sip: "Then do I have to change my voice to call you Mrs. in the future?" ”

Song Zhiyue's face flushed: "Whatever you want." ”

Aunt Xiao chatted with her: "Mrs. Feng wanted to kick you out before, how did you convince her?" ”

Speaking of this, Song Zhiyue sighed: "How can I convince her that Feng Chen and I secretly got a marriage certificate, and no one knows except you." ”

Aunt Xiao knew that she had said the wrong thing, and she was stunned.

Song Zhiyue sighed faintly: "So we don't agree to be together, and only you bless us." ”

Feng Chen went to the study to get a mobile phone charger, and when he returned to the bedroom, he glanced down from the corridor and saw Song Zhiyue drinking, went into the bedroom to charge the phone, and then went downstairs.

"What kind of wine do you drink at night?"

Song Zhiyue grinned at him: "I'm happy, do you want to drink some too?" Celebrate our happy wedding. ”

Feng Chen sat down, Song Zhiyue brought his wine glass to his lips, and he took a sip of her hand.

Aunt Xiao went to get a cup over, Song Zhiyue poured a glass for Feng Chen, and she filled the cup with only one sip of wine left.

Feng Chen didn't know how many glasses she had drunk, and frowned slightly: "I have to go to work tomorrow, drink less." ”

Song Zhiyue touched his cup: "Lawyer Feng, celebrate that you will be a family man in the future, and also celebrate that I have become Mrs. Feng, cheers." ”

Seeing the excitement on her face, Feng Chen also hooked his lips lightly, raised his head to reveal his smooth neck, and drank the wine in the cup.

He looked at Aunt Xiao who was standing aside: "You go to sleep, don't worry about us." ”

Aunt Xiao answered, put down the wine in her hand, and went back to her room.

Song Zhiyue took the initiative to rub into Feng Chen's arms, and rested his head on his shoulder: "I'm very happy today, are you happy?" ”

"It's good if you're happy."

Probably used to seeing her always smiling, and seeing her sullen in the past two days, his mood was also a little depressed.

Seeing the smile on her face at this moment, a faint smile also appeared on his cold face.

Song Zhiyue thought of something, knelt on the sofa, and faced him: "I will be Mrs. Feng in the future, so do I have the right to ask you to keep your distance from other women in the future?" ”

"Of course." Feng Chen nodded, "Don't worry about this, I don't want Zhenming to be rich and powerful, and I am very popular with other women, even if I keep a certain distance from my client." ”

"I'm talking about that nursery rhyme, don't you see her eyes glued to you when she looks at you?"

Thinking of being in the Furniture City today, Tong Yao looked at Feng Chen's eyes, and Song Zhiyue's heart was uncomfortable.

Feng Chen said lightly: "I can't gouge out her eyes and ask her not to look at them." ”

Song Zhiyue nodded: "That's right, you can't control her, but you are not allowed to look at her." ”

"Alright, I know, it's time to sleep." Feng Chen put down the wine glass in his hand.

Song Zhiyue drank the wine in the cup before stopping, and the two went upstairs together.

She went to take a shower first, followed by dusting.

Thinking that tonight was their wedding night, Song Zhiyue was faintly excited.

She took out the perfume and sprayed it on her body a little, and thought of the birthday gift that Jiang Fengxing gave her.

She put on her slippers and flipped out from under the box, and also looked at the underwear that was only the size of a palm, feeling embarrassed to wear them, and was about to stuff them back, when the mobile phone kept ringing "Ding Dong Ding Dong". I want to talk with more like-minded people about "Strong Pet Number One Fresh Wife: Lu Shao, get out!" ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~