Ye Qianqian's heartbeats faster, her arms stiff, and her body stiffened slightly.

"You...who are you?"

Ye Qianqian can be sure that this is not the old lady Dongfang, nor is it Shen Zhilie’s grandmother!

The old man seemed to smile when he heard this and said, "I am your Grandma Cheng, it doesn't matter if I don't know you. I'll let your grandma introduce you tomorrow."

Ye Qianqian was relieved when she heard this.

Just as she was about to nod, the weight of her neck made her give up this idea immediately.

"Okay, thank you Grandma Cheng."

"Why haven't your husband come here yet? Are you exhausted?" Grandma Cheng's voice was kind and she felt vaguely distressed.

Ye Qianqian felt wronged, but her reason still made her tougher and said, "It's just a bit heavy, and the rest are fine."

Grandma Cheng laughed and said, "In the past, people were married like this, but now they saved a lot of steps. In the past, they had to get up before four o'clock, and the number of times they comb their hair, the amount of makeup, the dressing decoration and style were all particular. They also had to whisper to my grandmother and cry to marry her. These things were always particular, but now in this society, they are much more free."

Ye Qianqian was stunned when she heard it, and said, "Was Grandma Cheng also a Chinese-style wedding when she got married before?"

"We didn't have such a style at that time. We were just liberated and we were poor everywhere. We didn't have that much money to do this."

After Grandma Cheng finished speaking, a sound of opening the door came from the door.

As the familiar footsteps came in, Ye Qianqian immediately had the urge to cry.

Here comes, here comes, finally here!

Shen Zhilie's face was flushed and he had just been filled with a lot of wine.

When I walked in, my feet were floating.

When he saw Grandma Cheng, he shouted, "Hello Grandma."

"Well, okay," Grandma Cheng patted his shoulder and said, "Your wife is anxious, go quickly."

Shen Zhilie chuckled and said, "Thank you grandma."

Grandma Cheng pulled his hand and said, "Come on, lift up your wife's veil."

"Use your hands?"

"Of course not."

Grandma Cheng took a pickup stick next to her and said, "Come on."

When Shen Zhilie saw it, he reached out and picked up the stick.

The red veil was lifted up. I don’t know if it was Ye Qianqian’s illusion, or if there was something really happened.

She just felt that her neck was much more relaxed.

He looked up and looked at Shen Zhilie with a grievance on his face, saying, "Husband, my neck hurts."

husband……

Shen Zhilie was so touched by these two words that he felt itchy. He went forward and helped her open the golden phoenix crown on her head.

Ye Qianqian finally felt free, and moved her neck, almost screaming with pleasure.

Seeing this, Grandma Cheng walked out consciously and closed the door.

Ye Qianqian looked back, but before she could see clearly whether Grandma Cheng had left, Shen Zhilie blocked her.

Shen Zhilie's beautiful and clear amber eyes were obviously stunning.

He held Ye Qianqian's palm in both hands and whispered: "You are so beautiful today."

When Ye Qianqian heard this, she unconsciously pulled the corners of her lips, feeling a little proud and a little angry, and said, "Aren't I usually beautiful?"

"Today's most beautiful." Shen Zhilie stretched out his hand and helped her take off the necklace from her neck.

When he took it, he secretly exclaimed and asked, "It's so heavy, you've just walked on it all day?"

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