After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 1075 The Most Beautiful Bride

Nezha took a deep breath.

After all, he was a nephew, so he couldn't really discipline his uncle like he did his younger brothers. He didn't have the courage, so he just bent down and took the wine bottle away from his uncle's feet, and lowered his head to smell it.

It's okay, the eldest uncle doesn't smell too much of alcohol.

Most of what they drank was red wine and beer, instead of the whiskey or vodka that used to sore their throats and burn their intestines. Nezha felt that his uncle had made progress and would not really have trouble with his stomach. Thinking of this, his face changed. Then it calmed down a bit.

"Uncle," Nezha squatted on the ground and looked up at Luo Junheng. When he met his red eyes, he suddenly felt distressed and wanted to touch his face, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Luo Junheng looked at him intently and said nothing.

I don’t know if Nezha is asking about his body or his heart.

He didn't need to answer, Xiao Nezha already understood.

"It's too late, let's go to bed early."

Little Nezha helped Luo Junheng back to the room, lay down on the bed, covered him with a quilt, then went into the bathroom to wet a towel and wanted to help his uncle wipe his face and hands. As soon as he touched his hand, Luo Jun Heng shrank suddenly, grabbed the towel, and shouted, "Xixi, don't leave..."

Little Nezha was so frightened that he froze in place and did not dare to move.

Until Luo Junheng's expression slowly relaxed and his hands relaxed, little Nezha looked at his face and breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't dare to wipe him anymore and put the towel aside.

He stood for a moment, thinking of his uncle's urgent call just now, and felt very uncomfortable.

Uncle, I miss my aunt again.

Seeing that he was fast asleep, Nezha tucked him in again, then quietly left Luo Junheng's room, and called a few servants to come up and carry the drunk Yan Yuan back to his own room. , I tidied up the study room myself and saw a photo on the right side of the desk.

In the photo frame, Luo Junheng and Yan Xi were both dressed in sportswear, holding tennis rackets in their hands. Yan Xi was lying on Luo Junheng's back, being carried by him, with her slender arms in front of him. There was a thin layer of sweat on their faces, but they were smiling like a spring breeze in the sunshine, just like an ordinary sweet couple.

Intimate, like glue and paint.

He knew that his uncle liked to play tennis, but his tennis skills were not as good as his father's.

Later, I learned from my uncle Yan that he didn't know how to play tennis before. It was because his aunt liked it that he hired a coach to learn it. In this way, he was often knocked out by his aunt.

Yan Xi looks fragile, but she is a decent athlete. She plays tennis very well. She was originally going to take the professional tennis route, but she chose to give up because of her family.

What she gave up for her family was picked up by Luo Junheng.

Nezha thought about it and decided that it was time for him to hire a tennis coach to learn tennis. Then he could practice with his father later, so that he could play with his uncle.

So good.

"Auntie, please leave your uncle to me with confidence."

Nezha promised Yan Xi, "I won't let him grow old lonely."

*
Nan Song and the others originally planned to party all night long, but they overestimated their old arms and legs. After dancing for a while, they got tired. They both left the "dance floor" and went back to the room to wash up and sleep.

As soon as he went upstairs, he met little Nezha coming out of the study. Nan Song was stunned for a second.

"Son, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Little Nezha frowned when he saw his parents' faces were red from drinking, and smelled the alcohol on their bodies. He really didn't understand why adults loved drinking so much, and the wine didn't taste good.

"It's time to go to sleep."

Little Nezha didn't explain too much to them.

Yu Jinwen looked at him, and just as he was about to open his mouth, little Nezha knew what he was going to ask. Before he could ask, he said, "Erlang Shen is also asleep. My brothers and sisters are also asleep."

Oh.

Yu Jinwen opened his mouth and closed it again. He wanted to praise his son, but little Nezha spoke first, "Mom and dad, please go to bed early. I'm going to bed too. Good night." "Well, good night."

Yu Jinwen and Nan Song stood in the corridor and waved to their son like two good babies.

Little Nezha went back to his room.

The couple looked at their son's back and watched him go back to his room.

"Let's go."

Yu Jinwen carried Nan Song and walked to the room. Nan Song leaned on his shoulder and muttered, "Why do you think we are not very sensible? Are we rejuvenated, or is Nezha too mature?"

"We're not old yet."

Yu Jinwen comforted his wife, and then said: "My son is indeed getting better."

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Maybe in a few years, the person in charge of the family will change.

He really wants to retire early, but his two sons are still too young and he has to work hard for a few more years. The burden on the family is never light. If he is busy for a few more years, the children will be able to relax and be happy for a few more years. Beautiful Time is fleeting, just stay a little longer.

……

Nan Song and the others didn't drink much tonight, mainly because they danced for too long and were overly excited and very tired when they stopped. After taking a shower, there was a knock on the door.

"It's so late, who is it?"

Yu Jinwen went to open the door, and the housekeeper brought honey and hangover soup. He said that the young master had asked the kitchen to prepare it specially for them who had drunk wine, so as to avoid having a headache the next day.

Nan Song and Yu Jinwen were relieved for a while.

Nezha looks cold and cold, but he is actually very delicate in his heart. He always considers everything very thoughtfully and meticulously. Nan Song is also very conflicted in his heart. On the one hand, he is deeply relieved, but on the other hand, he is worried that Nezha is too thoughtful. Such a character You get tired easily, and if you think too much about others, you tend to neglect yourself.

After drinking the honey water, Nan Song handed the remaining half to Yu Jinwen and asked him, "Tell me, what type of girl does our Nezha like? What kind of wife will he marry in the future?"

Yu Jinwen finished drinking the honey water and pursed his lips, "Is it too early to consider this now?"

"Let's think about it first."

Yu Jinwen said calmly: "Gentle, kind, beautiful and generous, optimistic, that's it."

"Is this still the case? This is already perfect, okay?"

Nan Song glanced at him, thought about it again, and suddenly said: "Why do I feel that you describe her like a sister-in-law?"

Yu Jinwen: "..."

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After several days of preparation, the wedding came as scheduled.

Knowing that there was no time for leisure on the day of the wedding, Nan Song did nothing yesterday. She lay in bed almost all day and got enough sleep. She was woken up by the stylist team in the early hours of the morning. She sat in front of the dressing table and started styling. Nan Song has only one request for this, "Just don't turn me into a ghost."

The bride's makeup is usually exaggerated. Before, Nan Song had seen a face that was as white as wallpaper, and her eyelashes were so thick that they looked like two feather fans. It was too scary up close.

"Do not worry."

The stylist looked at the beautiful face in the mirror and smiled: "I have made you more beautiful than flowers, making you the most beautiful bride."

bride...

Nan Song looked at herself, and at this moment, she really felt like she was about to get married.

She married the same man.

(End of this chapter)