The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 45 Go and ask your wife to go out.

Voices could be heard outside.

“Who in the village raises chickens and still keeps their yard clean? Only you, Shouzhong’s wife, are the most diligent.”

very familiar.

It was Li Lian's voice.

Hui Niang hadn't expected her to arrive so early, so she quickly wiped her hands and went to pour tea.

Li Lian stopped her.

"I know you're busy with things at home, and I had nothing else to do anyway, so I came over to lend a hand."

When there's a wedding in the village, everyone helps each other out.

She looked around and nodded to herself.

The snow on the ground had been shoveled into the corners early in the morning, and even the stools used to entertain guests had been wiped clean again and again, as if they could shine.

There were new red lanterns hanging at the entrance. They were clearly made by Hui Niang.

It is evident that the Wei family values ​​Yu Tingwan.

How many tables will you set up at home?

Hui Niang: "We didn't invite anyone. If one table isn't enough, we'll have two."

Li Lian nodded, rolled up her sleeves, and went to the pool.

"Auntie, the water's cold, let me do it," Hui Niang quickly said.

"You go about your business, I'm tough and can easily wash some vegetables. Don't be shy with me, I've been craving your cooking for a long time."

Seeing that she had already said that, Hui Niang didn't say anything more.

Inside the kitchen, Yu Tingwan didn't look at the change in Wei Zhao's expression; she ate her sweet potato and walked out.

The sweet potatoes were homegrown and were exceptionally sweet and sticky.

She came to Li Lian's side and called out, "Grandma."

Li Lian didn't want to pay any attention to her!
Yu Tingwan stood beside her, also washing vegetables.

"Get out of here, I'm not letting you do any work today."

Yu Tingwan knew that in the countryside, people said that a new bride should not do any strenuous work for the first few days after marriage, otherwise she would have to work hard for the rest of her life.

She then withdrew her hand.

So Yu Tingwan was about to leave.

Li Lian: "Come back."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

Li Lian asked with a stern face, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Maybe not.

Yu Tingwan thought for a long time, and seeing Li Lian's face turn ugly, she hesitated before speaking: "...Then thank you for your hard work."

Li Lian: ? ? ?
So, after tossing and turning these past few days over Yu Tingwan's matter, she's not afraid of becoming a widow at all!
She lowered her voice and spoke rather tactfully: "Some things are inappropriate to say, but since the ceremony is today, you have no way to back out."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure appear over the kitchen.

Li Lian subconsciously looked over and saw the tall and elegant Wei Zhao.

The light fell on his bloodless face, giving it a broken look.

He was surprisingly handsome.

I feel really down.

???

Can Wei Zhao leave?

Yes, not only could he walk, but when he heard Hui Niang tell him to drink his medicine, he even plucked a peanut hanging on the evergreen plant.

It was at this moment that Wei Zhao received a death stare from Yu Tingwan.

Wei Zhao looked listless.

After a brief pause, it was reluctantly hung up again.

Li Lian's eyes widened when she saw this.

But then I heard the girl's calm voice.

“Mother-in-law, I’m not confused. I’m more clear-headed than anyone else.”

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They didn't want Yu Tingwan to do any work, but she couldn't stand being idle and couldn't bear to see Wei Zhao doing nothing, so they made him help put up the wedding paper.

Wei Zhao wasn't really keen on it, but Yu Tingwan gave him half of it.

The young girl's eyes were clear and innocent, without any hint of coquettishness or allure, as she looked up at him.

“My mother told me before she passed away that weddings are all about putting up paper decorations, and the more decorations you put up in the house, the better your life will go. When my father married her, if our house hadn’t been so small, he would have bought up all the wedding paper decorations in the shop.” “They were known for their loving relationship and never argued or quarreled.”

"My dad bought the red paper, but I cut ours myself."

She nodded as she spoke, her tone exceptionally firm: "We can definitely be even more devoted to each other than they are."

Wei Zhao:......

A person like him was born a mistake, destined to bear sin, and unable to move forward.

He doesn't want deep feelings; he just wants to die.

But a group of people were watching him, so he couldn't die even if he wanted to.

Yu Tingwan meticulously and carefully pasted the "double happiness" character, working very slowly for fear of making it crooked.

She was beautiful, with rosy lips and white teeth; she didn't look like a girl raised in the countryside.

Her temper can be good or bad, depending on how you look at it.

At this moment, she turned her head and glared at Wei Zhao, who hadn't made a move.

"Why are you so slow? Can't you be faster? Don't hold me back."

Wei Zhao:......

Ah.

How can I urge him when he's so slow?
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As dusk fell, the Wei family home became lively. Yu Tingwan returned to the old house.

Without a bronze mirror, she simply combed her hair into a simple bun. She sat inside, calculating the time, waiting for the neighbors to set off firecrackers to welcome her.

Having no experience with her first marriage, Yu Tingwan was a little nervous. Just as she was about to change into her wedding dress, Aunt Wu came over carrying large and small bags.

She was a little out of breath from rushing on the way.

"Luckily you made it in time. Auntie will perform the facial ritual for you."

“This kind of thing shouldn’t be my responsibility, but I can’t count on your aunt either.”

She opened the bundle, inside were eyebrow pencils and lip rouge.

“Xiufen’s third brother just got married. His new wife wore rouge when she married him, so I shamelessly went to ask her to lend me some of her makeup.”

When they heard that it was for Yu Tingwan, how could they refuse?
Yu Tingwan looked over with some curiosity.

Aunt Wu casually remarked, "You're pretty; if you dressed up, you'd be even more stunning. If Wei's son saw you, he'd definitely pamper you all night."

She regretted it as soon as she said it. What could Wei Shen possibly do? She really ruined the mood with those words.

Yu Tingwan nodded without any shame, agreeing with what Aunt Wu said!

After the face was opened and the bride changed into her wedding dress, not long after, there was a commotion outside, followed by the crackling sound of firecrackers.

The elderly voice of Uncle Wei came from outside: "Ah Lang, quickly go and ask your wife to come out."

Wei Zhao, looking sickly, was escorted to the door by a group of people.

This was his first time visiting the neighbor's place.

The old house looked particularly dilapidated, but it gained some popularity because Yu Tingwan lived there.

Wei Zhao, still clutching his worn-out wedding dress, seemed not to hear anything as he bent down to unbutton the knot.

This was something Wei Shouzhong changed for him despite his cold stares.

Wei Zhao was very dissatisfied.

Hui Niang said before that if it didn't fit, she would alter it, but the sleeves and trouser legs are too short to be altered.

Seeing him like this, Uncle Wei was very troubled.

Unfortunately, it's a joyous occasion that can't be discussed, and the person is so ill that scolding or beating them is also unacceptable.

Upon hearing the noise, Yu Tingwan rushed to open the door, and Aunt Wu was too quick to stop her.

She is in a hurry.

"Oh, the veil! I forgot the veil."

The groom should at least ask the bride three or four times, and the bride should act all the part, showing both elegance and shyness!

With a creak, the door was opened by the person inside. A beautifully made-up girl, as radiant as a peach blossom, appeared before everyone.

Wei Zhao glanced at her listlessly and listlessly, then lowered his head to continue unbuttoning his shirt.

Yu Tingwan stepped forward, pushed Wei Zhao's hand away, and considerately fastened the three buttons he had unbuttoned back on.

"With so many people watching, don't do this in public."

Wei Zhao let it go in one ear and out the other.

Yu Tingwan leaned closer and coaxed him in a low voice, "Don't rush, be reserved. If you want to take your clothes off, wait until we go back inside and close the door before you slowly take them off."

Sister Wan only knows how to be straightforward.
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