readsfreenovel Chapter 381 Fortunately, we got married
Chapter 381 Fortunately, we got married
Because of the fatigue from her period, Wen Song fell asleep quickly. When she woke up, it was already noon the next day. Cheng Che was half lying on the bed, supporting her head with one hand, and gently massaging her calves with the other hand.
"Are your legs still sore?"
Wen Song smelled the scent of shower gel on his body and knew that he must have woken up long ago. He came back from working out, took a shower, and returned to bed to accompany her.
"A little bit. I'm so tired and have no strength." Wen Song yawned and leaned into his arms. "I won't buy a kimono. It's too tight. It's not very convenient today."
"Okay, I'll do whatever you say." Cheng Che patted her back gently and gave her a good morning kiss tenderly. "If you're tired, just sleep a little longer. I'll have lunch delivered to your room, or I'll buy it for you. Is there anything you want to eat?"
"Hakata Ramen." Wen Song smiled, leaning against Cheng Che's chest a little embarrassedly, "I want to eat Changbin Ramen. Are you ready to vomit?"
"Of course not. I'll ask the hotel if they have any. If not, I'll go pack them for you." Cheng Che saw that her face and lips were pale, and hugged her distressedly. "You're so pitiful, sister. It's so painful to see you. If my wife doesn't want to go out today, I'll ask them to postpone the fireworks display tonight."
"No, it's not that uncomfortable, I just don't have much energy to get up early." Wen Song stretched and hugged Cheng Che, looking up and asking expectantly, "If it's just the two of us watching the fireworks display, will there be my favorite grilled squid? And Taiyaki and octopus balls, and I want to eat shaved ice."
"Of course, baby, we'll have whatever you want." Cheng Che asked patiently, "If you feel that we're the only ones who don't have the atmosphere of a fireworks festival, I can also talk to the organizers and ask them to allow other people to enter, okay? But don't worry, I will definitely ask them to control the number of people. There won't be too many people, so you won't be upset."
"It's okay." Wen Song smiled faintly, "It shouldn't be a lot of people, and it doesn't matter. I can tolerate the flow of people at the fireworks festival, because even though there are a lot of people, it's not noisy, everyone is very quiet, and there's no crowding."
Wen Song said as he played with Cheng Che's fingers, his eyes filled with nostalgia for the past. "The first time I watched a fireworks display was when I was 5 years old, with Xuanyan and my godmother, in Kamakura. At that time, my godmother said that fireworks displays should be watched with the person you like, and told us that we should watch them with our boyfriends in the future. Guess what I said?"
Cheng Che smiled and pinched her nose. "I guess you must have told your godmother that boys are annoying and that you won't have a boyfriend, right?"
"Yes." Wen Song smiled and kissed Cheng Che on the cheek, "Xiao Che, you really know me well."
"I told you not to call me Xiao Che! Ilia-chan~ (ilia-chan)"
Wen Song hit him lightly on the chest, "Don't call me Iria-chan!! You are so disrespectful!"
"If you call me Xiao Che, I can only call you Iria-chan, just like Kazama calls Xiao Xin."
Cheng Che touched her head and suggested, "If you don't want to wear a kimono... I brought a white satin dress with piled flowers for my wife. How about wearing that? And comb your sister's hair. Do you want to put it in a bun?"
"Which white satin dress with piled flowers? Do I have such a dress? I want this hairstyle, do you know how to do it?" Wen Song was a little confused, and took out his mobile phone to find a headband and braid it for Cheng Che to see.
"I just bought it last Friday, it's Valentino. Astrid said it looked nice and insisted that you buy it. Did you forget? I also thought it looked nice, so I brought it with me." Cheng Che glanced at the picture and smiled, "This hairstyle is okay, it's very beautiful and gentle, and it's not difficult."
"Okay." Wen Song also smiled, "Just wear that one. I forgot I even had this skirt. I'm hungry."
Cheng Che picked her up and kissed her, then he stroked Wen Song's hair and said, "Get up, baby. I'll ask them to bring some ramen."
After washing up, ramen was delivered to the room. Wen Song sat at the dining table, eating ramen with Cheng Che while watching Crayon Shin-chan. During this time, she glanced at her mobile phone and found that Astrid called her.
"Hi Astrid." Wen Song replied immediately, "What's up?"
"Mama! Schau! I'm having lunch with your best friend!" (Look, Mom! I'm having lunch with your best friend!)
Astrid finished speaking and turned on FaceTime. Wen Song saw her having dinner with Qiu Xuanyan, Lu Mingqian and Xiyue in the Disney Club restaurant. Also with them were Mickey and Minnie, Ke Qian, Astrid, and Xiyue's favorites, Gelatoni and Lingna Belle.
"Hi Astrid, Hi CookieAnn, long time no see. Do you miss me?" Wen Song also smiled and waved, "I'm also having lunch with Papa, we'll go to fireworks festival tonight, I'll send you pictures my dear."
(I'm also having lunch with my dad, we're going to the fireworks festival tonight, I'll send you pictures, my baby)
Cheng Che also came forward to greet Astrid, and asked with a fake disappointed smile: "Astrid, is your father angry? What happened to you?"
(Why don't you call Dad? Don't you miss me?)
Astrid smiled, took Xiyue's hand and said: "Nein! Ich vermisse Papa, aber nicht sehr stark, Ein kleines bisschen. Papa Mama ich vermisse dich~ wunsche dir eine gute Reise."
(No! Of course I miss Dad, but not too much, just a little. Mom and Dad, I miss you ~ I wish you a pleasant journey)
After saying that, he hung up the phone without even waiting for Cheng Che to answer.
Cheng Che didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He put his phone aside and said to Wen Song, "She is your biological daughter. She is definitely your biological daughter. She forgot about her father after having Gelatoni. Song Song was perfunctory to me. Her words wunsche dir eine gute Reise were really perfunctory!! It was exactly the same as when you were perfunctory to me before!!"
Wen Song also smiled, pinched Cheng Che's face and said, "How could I be perfunctory to you! You think I was perfunctory to you, but I wasn't. I was just tired at that time. Okay, don't worry about her, let her go and have fun by herself. Just pretend that we are still in love and don't have a daughter, okay?"
"Okay~" Cheng Che agreed with a smile, and put his arm around Wen Song's waist and kissed her on the lips, "It's just the two of us, no clingy little girl."
In the afternoon, Wen Song sat in front of the dressing table and let Cheng Che play with her long hair. Cheng Che skillfully curled the ends of her hair with a curling iron, fixed a strand of hair on each side, and braided the remaining hair into two three-strand braids.
Wen Song quietly watched him braiding her hair, and suddenly smiled. She turned around, put her arms around his waist, looked up at him and said, "Thank you."
Cheng Che also showed an extremely gentle smile, lowered his head and kissed her forehead and lips, and said with a smile: "Don't move, your hair will get messy, comb it quickly, we will go to eat Sushi Sakai later, and then go to Moji Port."
"it is good."
Wen Song nodded, turned around and sat down facing the mirror again, looking at Cheng Che who was slightly lowering his head, and his slender and bony hands were gently and carefully combing her hair.
She had always liked Cheng Che's hands, and would habitually play with his fingers when talking to him, or just put them in front of her eyes and admire them quietly. These hands, which were originally used to hold ski poles and draw designs, would cook for her, comb her hair, and skillfully pick up the ribbon and pass it through the hairline of her bun to tie a perfect bow.
"Ache..." Wen Song's smile grew deeper and deeper. He wanted to talk to him, but was at a loss for words.
Cheng Che fixed the hairband, squatted down and asked her softly: "It's done, does it look good? What's wrong, sister?"
"It looks good." Wen Song smiled and held his hand, interlocking his fingers with his. "It's nothing. Your hands are really beautiful."
Cheng Che also smiled and kissed her cheek, "My wife's hands are beautiful too."
After saying that, he held her hand tighter. Her hands were still slender and fair, with delicate skin and soft palms. Only the tips of her index finger and thumb had calluses from long-term operation of experimental equipment. All ten fingers were painted with nude nail polish, as simple as ever.
When Wen Song lowered her head, she happened to see the wedding rings on their ring fingers. She turned around and hugged Cheng Che, "Fortunately, we got married."