Chapter 3 Tea

"Good boy, cousin is obedient. Let's drink and wash and sleep." Changping patiently persuaded her, and He Ziwen stared at her blindfolded for a moment, and then obediently held the bowl and drank it.

The sobering soup was really hot. After a bowl of stuffiness, He Ziwen shook his head, and his eyes gradually became clear. He hurriedly asked people to bring water in. He drank a few sips, and then stopped.

"Why did you drink so much wine?" Changping couldn't help asking, "Cousin should also think about his own body." He Ziwen was a real weak scholar and had never practiced martial arts. Changping couldn't help guessing that her cousin's health was not as good as himself.

"Ping'er..." He Ziwen shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Let Ping'er worry." With that, she took her hand, and her fingers subconsciously wanted to retract, but when she looked at He Ziwen's eyes, she could only stop. There is no reason for her to refuse now, right?

"Cousin..." Chang Ping lowered her head slightly, and her white and round neck was exposed. There was a kind of silent ** in it. Her voice was not as clear as before, mixed with a little ambiguity in her depression.

"Do you still call me cousin at this time?" He Ziwen smiled, put his hand around her, and sat in her arms along the way, gently leaned against his chest, with a slight red on his cheeks. He slowly rubbed it and whispered, "Your father..."

"Madam." He Ziwen's voice was a little happy, and her fingers crossed her waist. Changping suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart. She raised her eyebrows with a little surprise, but she didn't expect that her body was really strange **.

He Ziwen picked her up and put her on his lap. This posture made Changping feel extremely embarrassed and pushed him with a little resistance, "Don't do this..."

"hehe." He Ziwen smiled and bowed her head and kissed the red lips fiercely. Changping even had a feeling of hypoxia. Such a fierce kiss made her a little unbearable. She thought that He Ziwen should have been so gentle in **, but she didn't expect that it would be so fierce, just a kiss. It makes it difficult for Changping to breathe.

After a while, He Ziwen let go of her. His eyes were as if he were going to suck people in. He looked closely at Changping's face and slowly moved his eyes down. When he saw the slightly red lips, He Ziwen's eyes deepened and stood up directly. Changping screamed and hurriedly hugged him. His neck and legs clamped his waist tightly, and his cheeks inevitably became red. He Ziwen looked at her slightly embarrassed, smiled, slowly put her into the acacia**, looked down at her eyes, as if they were bewitching, and slowly kissed...

In the morning.

Changping slowly opened her eyes and blinked a little confusedly, as if she didn't understand what was going on. When she just woke up in the morning, she was always a little confused, but there was a smile in her ear. Changping was shocked. She was not used to sleeping with people. She turned her head and saw He Ziwen holding her head and looking at it with a smile on his face. She.

"Wake up?" He Ziwen reached out and pinched the tip of her nose and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that my wife had such a lovely behavior when she just woke up."

"Table..." Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by He Ziwen and stared, "Is it still called cousin?"

"Fang-in-law..." Changping obediently changed his words, but his mind involuntarily replayed what happened last night. The upside down/fall/phoenix that night was really unbelievable.

Changping threw out the messy scene in his mind and sat up with only a red belly pocket. Changping completely ignored He Ziwen's eyes and put on his clothes generously, but was pulled by He Ziwen and poured it directly into the quilt and said, "You can rest for a while. It's still early."

"Aren't you still going to toast tea to your mother today?" Changping lay in He Ziwen's arms and blinked his eyes and asked.

"It's okay. You should sleep more." He Ziwen shook his head, came to Changping's ear, gently biting the thin tip of her ear, and closed his eyes slightly. She knew that he wanted it. The pain last night still made her a little palpitated, but she did not intend to refuse him.

It was not until noon that Changping got up. He Ziwen rubbed her waist and asked softly, "Can you still support it?" With real worries in his eyes, Changping shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm fine, but... I hope my ancestors don't blame me."

"Don't worry, my grandmother loves me the most." He Ziwen hooked the corners of her mouth and showed a small tiger tooth. It seemed that Mrs. He really spoiled He Ziwen to the tip of her heart.

Changping smiled and sat in front of the dressing table and carefully painted her makeup. Her painting method was very simple, but it was also elegant. He Ziwen smiled and said, "Even if my wife doesn't wear makeup, she is extremely beautiful."

"It's just that the father-in-law thinks so." Changping shook his head and ignored his nonsense. He Ziwen did not argue anything. He picked up the comb from the dressing table, held up a wisp of her hair, combed it finely, smiled, and let him dress up for himself until he finally inserted an emerald silver hairpin into her hair.

After that, Changping followed He Ziwen to the old lady's Jinrong Hall. When Changping entered, he was really stunned. This had surrounded many people, either leaning or sitting full of people. Changping couldn't help but be shocked. The population of the He family was more prosperous, but He Ziwen did not have any surprise. I'm used to meeting these people often.

When my aunt saw them coming in, she waved her hand with a smile and said, "Come on, good boy, come to your mother."

Changping glanced at He Ziwen and saw that he had signaled him to go there. He hurriedly saluted before walking to his aunt and whispered, "Ping'er, mother, please say good luck." I almost said something wrong.

He Ziwen followed the old lady for a while, and then said, "Ping'er, come on, this is the ancestor, and I like you."

Changping walked to the center, stood beside He Ziwen, saluted with her introduction, and said, "Good ancestor. Ping'er has said hello to your ancestors. May your ancestors live a long life and health."

"Okay, get up, don't be polite." The old lady said with a smile when she finished her salute.

Changping smiled sweetly at her, pretending to understand nothing, and stood aside and said two good words. He Ziwen smiled and said a few words, which made others laugh and said, "Look, I just married a daughter-in-law, and now I'm protecting her."

He Ziwen arched his hand and smiled at her and said, "Aunta forgive Ziwen."

Changping followed He Ziwen's introduction and a cup of tea. Almost all of them are his elders. Since she grew up, she has never saluted so many people.

After the tea ceremony, Changping followed his aunt's side, but He Ziwen did not stay here much, and he left after the tea ceremony.

After accompanying the old lady to finish the meal, Changping left Jinrong Hall with his aunt.

Changping squeezed her lips slightly. Her feelings for people are always very sharp. She can notice that the old lady is annoyed with her, which makes her a little worried. She wants to live well in the He family and doesn't want to provoke this shrewd old lady, but she doesn't want to provoke, which doesn't mean that she can tolerate others. Be malicious to yourself.

When I arrived at my aunt's Wing Chun Pavilion, Changping sat next to my aunt, looked a little worried, and said hesitantly, "Auntie, doesn't she like me?" There are some things she needs to know about her aunt's attitude.

"Good boy, don't think too much." My aunt sighed, patted Changping's arm, and comforted her softly, "You came to He's house on the first day, and you will get used to it in the future."