Reborn peasant spicy daughter-in-law

Chapter 1193 Extra Story: Commemoration ①

When Mo Zhanhao and Song Wanyu were about to get married, the doctor told them that it was fine to get married, but they couldn't go too far, because Wanyu's physical condition was not suitable for strenuous exercise or to have children. Be nominally and legally married.

Still, they insisted on getting married.

On the day of their marriage, Song Wanyu didn't feel nervous at all, she just felt extremely happy, and finally realized the feeling of "lover will eventually get married".

Although the Song family is not so defensive against Mo Zhanhao now, but considering that if the two of them sleep on the same bed, there might be thunder and fire, so Song Huizhen thoughtfully prepared a bed for each of them. After all, Wanyu's health is the most important thing, anyway, their house has a lot of rooms.

In other words, even if Mo Zhanhao is married, he still cannot sleep in the same bed with Song Wanyu, nor can he have children with each other.

But in order to be able to stay with the one he loves forever, he put up with it all, as long as he can see Wanyu every day, he won't sleep with him unless he sleeps with him, and he won't have a child if he doesn't have a child.

On the day of the wedding, Mo Zhanhao drank some wine at the banquet, but he usually had social gatherings, so his drinking capacity was not bad, and he washed his face before entering the room, so he was not very drunk at this time.

Song Wanyu was still wearing a dress, and sat on the edge of the bed quietly watching him approach, and finally lowered her head a little shyly, with a sweet smile on her lips.

"It's been hard work today." Even though she was still sick, she persisted until the last moment. Mo Zhanhao sat down while touching her head, his peach blossom eyes showed affection, and he looked at him burningly. Today she is beautiful, beautiful It's a little unreal.

——They actually got married, as if in a dream.

"You've worked hard too." Song Wanyu touched his straight suit, and leaned her head lightly towards him. There was never a moment when she was so happy as now, she stretched out her arms to hug the other person's waist, "I feel like I have died without any regrets. "

"Don't say such things, we still have a lot of things to do." Although the doctor also said that Wan Yu's current situation is a miracle, but at the same time there is no guarantee that she is out of danger, and Mo Zhanhao doesn't want her to have such thoughts.

"Except for not being able to have children, all my wishes have been fulfilled." What a pity, she loves children so much.

"We can adopt one if you like."

"Although this proposal is good, I still think about the world of two people." If she passed away within two years after adopting the child, that would be too irresponsible.

"Well, let's live a good life first." Mo Zhanhao raised her chin, their time is already precious enough, and they shouldn't be wasting it on other things.

Mo Zhanhao was like a cat, licking the corner of the other party's mouth, then he saw Wan Yu looking in one direction, he followed her gaze, and saw the other party's gaze fell on the violin not far away, " Want to play the piano?"

Song Wanyu shook her head, she just felt very happy to have this "old friend" present when she got married.

"Wanyu, can you lend me the violin?" Mo Zhanhao suddenly scooped up her hand and said.

"lend you?"

"Ah."

Mo Zhanhao walked up to the violin, took it out of the violin case, and hung it around his neck. Song Wanyu seemed to realize something, her eyes widened a little, her heart was also filled with anticipation, and she sat upright.

He put on a good posture, his eyes looked over gently, the bow fell on the strings, and the soft and graceful voice flowed from his fingertips, but Mo Zhanhaola's music was not the classical music she was familiar with, but a popular piece of music, the prelude When it sounded, Song Wanyu couldn't help but put the back of her hand on her lips and smiled shyly.

This is a song called "Heart Love" - ​​I want to sneak a look at him/pretend to appreciate a vase of flowers/I can only sneak a look at him/like looking at a painting/I'm afraid I'll let him know Laughing at me as a fool / I had to avoid him / Although I wanted to talk to him / but there was her by his side.

Although the love in the lyrics is also something you can't ask for, it is more cheerful than Song Wanyu's favorite songs before. With the chords of the violin, it has a special flavor. The figure and serious handsome face make people completely intoxicated.

When Mo Zhanhao finished playing the song, Song Wanyu hadn't had time to take back the smile on her face, "When did you learn it?"

He didn't say anything before, it was a big surprise, as if he was confessing his love to her.

"I learned it before, but it has been abandoned for a long time." The violin is not like the piano, it is difficult to get started, and if you don't practice for a long time, it will easily return to its original shape. Mo Zhanhao has been practicing for nearly a year before he reluctantly picks it up , "If you don't play well, you've got an ax in your class."

Song Wanyu snorted, shook her head and said, "This is the best song I've ever heard. It's so touching." She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes without exaggeration. Sometimes she clearly felt that it was enough, but he was still there. Do everything for yourself as much as you can, except to be moved, or moved.

Mo Zhanhao put down the piano, stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, there seemed to be a little star in his eyes, "I can do anything to make you happy." After finishing speaking, he gently pressed a kiss on her forehead, "Time It's getting late, I'll ask Aunt Gui to prepare hot water for you."

She didn't want to sleep separately from him, obviously they spent so little time together, why did they have to separate them on purpose?

This was the first time she called him husband, Mo Zhanhao bit his lower lip, so as not to cry out too excitedly, he stood on the spot to calm down and said, "But your mother..."

"Our mother." She corrected.

Mo Zhanhao raised the corner of his mouth again, "Well, our mother." He turned and looked at the other party, "These are for your own good, you heard what the doctor said, we can't..."

"As long as we don't do anything." Song Wanyu was about to drag him downstairs to find Song Huizhen, but the latter directly grabbed her wrist.

"It's better not to do this." Mo Zhanhao frowned worriedly, his face was a little hesitant, "It's not as simple as you think..."

(End of this chapter)