Today, the latter was wearing a dark green cheongsam with a sapphire pendant hanging on his chest, which looked dignified and elegant, with a few intimacy between her eyebrows and eyes. She squinted her eyes, put one foot on the toes of the other, her left leg bent slightly, deliberately exposing half of her white ankles, and a knot was tied with a joyful red scarf. It can be seen that Gu Yueqin had indeed studied it carefully. This posture made Long Junchen stunned. He said that it was too beautiful and it was so charming. Even Feng Xiu, who was standing beside him, secretly swallowed a few drops of saliva, looked at Long Junchen's unnatural expression on the side, licked his lips, and couldn't help but quips: "I'm son-in-law, has this bride changed one temporarily?"

Long Junchen coughed twice, and stood at the door of Situ Lingling's house with some helplessness. Seeing Long Junchen's cramped look, Gu [Biqudao       www.biqudao.info] Yueqin smiled shyly and gently, patted Long Junchen's shoulder generously, and said with a brisk smile: "Junchen, today is your happy day. Why are you not happy at all? Take it easy, look at you, your face is like a cement mask, not festive at all!"

Seeing Gu Yueqin's a little angry look, Long Junchen forced a smile on his stiff face, feeling the constant sweat of his hands in his pants. He couldn't help but curse himself in his heart why he was so incompetent, and every girl was so open-minded. What's wrong with him? And there was another thing that made Long Junchen feel strange. Why did he care about Gu Yueqin's expression and feelings so much?

Long Junchen asked Feng Xiucheng and many other followers to wait for him outside the door. After a burst of rituals and music, Long Junchen took a heavy breath and finally stepped into the gate of Situ Lingling's family.

Situ Yunnuo was still holding a big cigarette pouch in his mouth. The old man looked very happy today, his face was flushed, and his previous waist and leg problems were cured. Now he looked quite energetic, and he felt more youthful than when Long Junchen first met him.

"Oh, Junchen, you are here!" Situ Yunnuo saw Long Junchen strode in, and a smile that belonged only to his father appeared on his face, Long Junchen generously presented his smile, bowed and bowed to Situ Yunnuo with his fists. He knew very well that he was just warming up now. At the wedding banquet, he could not help but toast and smile. After the smile, he thrust. He dared to bet that his face would probably be paralyzed by the seemingly wonderful thing of the others.

Situ Yunnuo was very tactful and did not delay Long Junchen's business. He just whispered to the boudoir, as if he had already regarded Long Junchen as his relative and said casually: "My daughter is waiting for you inside."

Long Junchen took a deep breath. Although he had practiced countless times in his heart, his heart still jumped violently at the moment when he really wanted to pick up the bride, thudding, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

Long Junchen tiptoed open the door like a thief, and his whole hands began to tremble uncontrollably. No one could have imagined that the King of Ten Thousand Dragons, who was the mighty Dragon Walker, was as embarrassed as today. Perhaps, this was a disaster that all male animals could not avoid in their lifetime. It was a pain and happiness.

This time the room was not the one where Long Junchen and Situ Lingling had a bed together, but Situ Lingling's own private boudoir. Long Junchen only came once or twice. He pushed open the door and a quiet orchid fragrance spread from the room.

Long Junchen looked closely and said that this was the first time he had carefully looked at Situ Lingling's private space. Although this room was much smaller than the room he and Situ Lingling were staying, a pink smell that belonged only to girls was swelling along the wall and towards Long Junchen's face.

The walls in this small room were pasted with soft-colored wall papers. The background color of the wallpaper was pink and white. Some were on it, some were clustered, irregularly covered with pink rose patterns. A golden bee was lying on a flower stamen. I don’t know if it was collecting honey or sleeping soundly, but the pink color made the originally cold and hard square pattern suddenly add a feminine atmosphere.

There is a single bed with pink satin bedding on it, a small square table beside the bed, and a pink tablecloth with lace. There are many cosmetics on the table, which looks like they were deliberately not cleaned up. Even the hanging light lines on the roof of the shed were wrapped in plastic flowers, and there is a hollow red lampshade below. The atmosphere of the whole room is like a little girl, a little girl from beginning to end.

Before Long Junchen could break free from the red in front of him, there was a more colorful red color. Today, Situ Lingling was dressed in red, lazy to draw her eyebrows, and put on makeup and wash her clothes. Before and after the flowers were mirrored, the flowers faces were intersecting, and the red clothes were wide sleeves and the pair of beautiful clothes were filled with endless joy. She sat tall and tall by the bed, with slender and fair jade hands floating on her knees. The only drawback was that the red curtain on Situ Lingling's head covered her face that she had been obsessed with.

"Lingling, how did you sleep last night?" Long Junchen asked a common sentence inappropriately. This kind of awkward opening remark was mainly because he was too nervous and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Jun Chen, you don't have to be so nervous. The wedding is just a formality. As long as we are in harmony, that's enough." Situ Lingling took her husband's hand. The blue veins on her hand were very delicate, but she just sneaked in her white jade-like skin, just like a rope in jade, very beautiful.

Situ Lingling gently pinched Long Junchen's hand, and the latter nodded unnaturally. Although Situ Lingling said comforting words, the sweat beads in the warm palm still betrayed her. No one could pass such a big thing calmly.

In fact, if someone really wants to curry favor with Long Junchen, he should help Situ Lingling repair her boudoir. To put it bluntly, if Situ Lingling can be served well and curled with Long Junchen, it will be a matter of time. But this group of people are thinking about how to make Long Junchen's wedding grander, more concise and more face-saving.

However, these people don’t know that the subsequent generous gifts may affect our eldest son Long’s elegant demeanor, and achieve counterproductive results. Capture the king first, and if he flatters his sister-in-law first, then Long Junchen will be able to capture it?
Chapter completed!