Her family's god has that serious disease in her head

Hearing that after Elder Cheng Yu sobered up, he was annoyed for a while, but since he had already agreed, he couldn't go back on his word, so he had to bite the bullet and accept the reality.

Cheng Weiwei was the happiest one. After waiting for so many years, she finally got what she wanted, so she happily prepared her wedding dress and jewelry.

When Mrs. Cheng came, she was trying on the newly delivered wedding dress in her room.

The waist of the previous one was a bit narrow, it was re-made and delivered, and it looked pretty good after wearing it.

Mrs. Cheng saw her ecstatic appearance, and the words that she planned to persuade her were suddenly stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.

She stood at the door and watched Cheng Weiwei quietly for a while.

Cheng Weiwei is very similar to her when she was young, not only in appearance, but also in temperament.But since getting married, she has calmed down a lot.

Looking at her daughter now, Mrs. Cheng couldn't help being in a daze, recalling the past.

Who doesn't have a time when he was young and frivolous, the love when he was young is the most precious.

The throbbing of the year was gradually replaced by daily chores.

At this moment, Mrs. Cheng suddenly thought about it.

Looking at the delighted daughter in front of her, she couldn't help thinking that perhaps it would be good for the child to make a breakthrough while he was young.

After all, it was her own path, no matter how much other people intervened, they couldn't live for her.

Cheng Weiwei turned around and saw her mother standing at the door, the smile on her face immediately subsided.

"Mother." She called softly.

Mrs. Cheng nodded, then walked in, and said: "Didn't you just smile happily? How come you have this expression when you see me, you want to get married early, and now you feel bored seeing your mother? "

Cheng Weiwei ran over quickly, hugged Mrs. Cheng's arm, smiled coquettishly, and said: "No, I thought... Mother would come to educate me, I'm afraid that mother will feel more happy when she sees me happy. I'm worthless, and I'll be even angrier."

Mrs. Cheng sighed helplessly, raised her hand to poke Cheng Weiwei's brow, and said: "Where mother in this world doesn't want to see her child happy? It's just... Mother sees that you have suffered all these years. Mother, this pain in my heart, how can I easily let you follow the Seventh Prince?"

Cheng Weiwei can naturally understand her mother's painstaking efforts, but she can only hold Yan Junlan in her heart after all, and can't accommodate others anymore.

Madam Cheng took Cheng Weiwei's hand and sat down, patted the back of her hand and said: "Just now I saw you wearing a bright red wedding dress, it reminded my mother of the time when I married your father."

Hearing this, Cheng Weiwei raised her head in surprise.

She likes to listen to these stories very much, but mother has always been a very restrained person, except for the matter with her and Yan Junlan, she seldom hears her mother say a lot at once.

In Cheng Weiwei's impression, her mother has always been quiet and calm, and there are very few times when there are disturbances.

Therefore, the family often laughed at her, how could someone as gentle as her mother give birth to such a mischievous Cheng Weiwei.

Today it was rare that mother was willing to tell her, so she couldn't help asking, "Mother, mother, please tell me quickly, how did you and daddy know each other?"

Mrs. Cheng smiled, and if she is interested today, she is also happy to talk to Cheng Weiwei about the past.