After the divorce, I was spoiled by the little wolf dog husband

After talking with Ye's mother, recalling the past, Ye Lan's mood was inevitably a little complicated, but it was only for a moment before being dispersed by a knock on the door.

"come in."

While talking, the person has already stood up and greeted him.

As soon as he reached the door, the door was pushed open, and Shen Qiaoxi's pretty face fell into sight, followed by Li Shujing who was wearing a nightgown.

"Sister, come out for a drink?"

Ye Lan's eyes fell on the red wine bottle that Shen Qiaoxi was holding, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"After drinking this wine, can I still get up tomorrow morning?"

"bring it on."

Li Shujing raised her red lips, and quickly reached out to pull her out.

"Have a drink to enjoy yourself, a few sips will be fine, and it can also relieve your tension, so that you can sleep well tonight."

"That's right, that's right, drink a cup before going to bed, sleep well and look good, tomorrow is such an important day, of course I have to drink more tonight..."

Shen Qiaoxi also stepped forward to hold her other arm.

Ye Lan smiled helplessly, and let the two take her to the small living room outside to sit down.

"Come on, let's have a toast, sisters. Tomorrow is Xiaolan's big day. Tonight, I must come tonight without getting drunk..."

Accompanied by Shen Qiaoxi's excited and hearty laughter, there was a clear and ethereal sound of hitting a wall.

Both Ye Lan and Li Shujing were amused by the boldness in her words.

It's impossible to not return home without being drunk. Drink at most two cups, chat for a few days and then take a rest.

The three sat around the coffee table, sitting comfortably on the carpet, and chatted without saying a word.

After two glasses of red wine, Shen Qiaoxi and Li Shujing's expressions were normal, but Ye Lan's face was already red.

She rested her chin on her hands, shook her head, and said in a soft voice, "No, I can't drink anymore, you two drink slowly."

Seeing Ye Lan's slightly drunken expression, Shen Qiaoxi reached out and poked her rosy cheek lightly, and sighed: "Our little cabbage will be cheaper than that kid tomorrow."

Ye Lan couldn't help but smile, and raised the tails of her reddened eyes slightly, and glanced at her: "I don't know who will be cheaper than you, a Chinese cabbage."

"Sister Shujing, look at her—the elbows are starting to bend outward now."

Shen Qiaoxi tugged at Li Shujing's arm, shook it coquettishly, then turned her head and hummed softly at Ye Lan:

"Hmph, let's see if I don't keep your husband out tomorrow."

Hearing her childish words, Ye Lan smiled: "You can try to see if you can stop him."

Shen Qiaoxi looked at her indifferent look, curled her lips, this is a typical example of forgetting a girlfriend after having a husband.

It's a rare opportunity to make things difficult for that kid tomorrow, and she definitely won't miss it.

After chatting for a long time, the three of them went back to their rooms.

Ye Lan caressed her slightly flushed cheeks, and as soon as she entered the door, she threw herself down on a big festive red bed.

After a while, he picked up his mobile phone and called Lu Shiyao.

The phone rang a dozen times before it was picked up.

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

She muttered, her fair feet raised high.

As soon as Lu Shiyao picked up the phone, a soft complaint came to his ears.

There was a soft light in his brows and eyes, and he laughed lowly: "What's wrong? Miss me?"

"Um."

She rubbed her whole face against the cool bed cover, her head was a little dizzy, but she was still thinking about something.

"Baby Lu, happy birthday!"

"I'm afraid I'll fall asleep after zero o'clock, so I send you blessings in advance."

"Tomorrow you will be 21, and you will be one year older, um... sister, I wish you... all your wishes in this life will come true, and you will always be happy and happy."

A sentence of charming and soft words slipped into Lu Shiyao's heart, his heart trembled violently, and a warm current flowed through his limbs.

At this moment, like a kid, he didn't know how to respond.

"husband?"

Ye Lan narrowed her eyes slightly, seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, she was surprised and said, "Are you asleep?"

"No."

As soon as Lu Shiyao heard that her soft and waxy voice had changed her address again, she guessed that she must be dizzy from drinking.

She couldn't help chuckling, she had a poor capacity for alcohol, and when she drank, she became soft and cute, bold, and she spoke and acted much more freely than usual.

Thinking of this, he paused for a moment, as if thinking of something, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his eyes gradually darkened.

"Oh, then go to sleep, I'm going to sleep too, I just drank two glasses of wine with Xixi and Sister Shujing, and now I'm still a little dizzy..."

Listening to her confused voice, Lu Shiyao raised his eyes and glanced at the delicate clock on the wall, it was nine forty.

"Then go to sleep, have a good sleep, wake up and wait for me to pick you up."

"Well, I'll wait for you."

Hearing her cute little voice, Lu Shiyao suddenly felt his heart itch, and her blushing pretty face unconsciously appeared in his mind.

He licked his lower lip, hung up the phone, and went to the kitchen to drink a few glasses of cold water to feel better.

-

September [-]st is a good day for marriage, and it is also a very lively and happy day.

At five o'clock in the morning, the makeup team and photography team rang the doorbell on time.

Ye Lan had already gotten up early, put on an exquisite bright red Xiuhe suit and waited.

At this moment, the huge house began to gradually become lively.

In the bedroom, Ye Lan sat quietly in front of the vanity mirror, her long black hair hanging down her shoulders softly.

Mother Ye stood behind, holding a small red sandalwood comb in her hand.

A complex light flashed across her eyes, and she reached out to stroke Ye Lan's hair.

Then he slowly picked up the comb and combed it from the forehead back and forth. Every time he combed it, he murmured:

"A comb to the end..."

"Second comb my daughter's white hair and eyebrows..."

"Three combs my daughter Sun Mantang."

Mother Ye's voice became hoarse, until finally there was a hint of choking.

The moment she combed her hair, she unconsciously thought of Ye Lan's childhood.

Since she was born, he was influenced by his mother-in-law's preference for sons over daughters, and gradually became more and more indifferent to her.

In addition, he and Lao Ye were busy doing business in the shop all day long, so they took very little care of her.

Thinking about it carefully, how old was she the last time I combed her hair?

four years old?Still five years old?

She endured the sadness and finished combing, and covered her mouth to prevent herself from choking up, but a tear fell from her moist eyes.

"mom--"

Hearing Ye Mu's choked voice, Ye Lan felt a pang of pain in her heart, and turned around to hold her weather-beaten hands.

"Lanlan, Mom... I'm sorry."

Feeling the warmth of her daughter's palm, Mother Ye held her hand tightly, her voice choking.

Ye Lan was taken aback, she understood what Ye Mu was talking about.

Looking at the tearful mother, the black hair that was dyed not long ago, white hairs grew out of the temples.

Her throat tightened, her eyes were flushed, but she held back and said slowly, "Mom, it's all over."

The past is like smoke, and she herself is the mother of the child. Even if there was an embarrassment in the past, at this moment, it is completely gone.

When everyone in the room saw it, they thought it was Mother Ye who was reluctant to let her daughter get married, and it was very touching in their eyes.

Only Ye's father heard it, and his eyes couldn't help getting wet, and his rough hands kept wiping away his tears.

Both he and his wife are sorry for the child.

In a daze, he seemed to see the thin and small girl again, standing blankly at the door, being poked on the forehead by his old mother and scolded for losing money.