Wen Yuwan swallowed, and tugged on Wen Changjin's beard under Wen Ranran's dull gaze.
"You are my father, right? You're not pretending to be someone, right?"
The corner of Wen Changjin's mouth twitched, he flexed his knuckles and gave Wen Yuwan a violent shudder.
"Your wings are hard?! Even if you don't go home for so many days, you don't even recognize me?!"
Wen Yuwan covered her head, aggrieved, but relieved.
"Dad! This is the right reaction of yours!"
Wen Ranran witnessed everything, and the corners of her eyes twitched.
Is this some strange masochistic physique?
Wen Changjin on the side completely lost his temper and looked at his two daughters.
For a time, the suffocation of the previous days strangely disappeared.
"Why don't you leave quickly!? It's too late and everyone has finished eating!" Wen Changjin said with a straight face.
The two sisters who were named looked at each other and smiled at each other.
Wen Ranran held Xia Lishuang's arm, and a group of people entered the Han Mansion gate, and immediately saw Cheng Fenglou surrounded by people.
Cheng Fenglou was dressed in red wedding clothes, but his face was as cold as a zombie at the moment.
It seems that today I am not here to get married, but to be punished.
Wen Ranran curled her lips secretly and looked up at the sun.
The auspicious time seems to have arrived, but there is still no sign of Han Mo, the bride.
"Hey, something happened to Han Mo, right?" Wen Yuwan pulled Wen Ranran's sleeve and asked her in a low voice.
Wen Ranran smiled but said nothing.
backyard.
"What's going on?!" Han Chun rushed in anxiously and looked at his daughter who was lying on the bed with a pale face.
Du Yizhen also wrote something on the desk beside him and handed a piece of rice paper to Han Chun.
Han Chun glanced hastily.
"There are two ways to deal with Miss's illness. Taking medicine and resting will cause less harm to the body, and rushing to dredge the blood vessels with acupuncture can achieve immediate results, but once the emotions are excessive, the fetus may not be saved!"
Han Chun held the paper and was slightly stunned.
If possible, of course Han Mo needs to rest now, but she didn’t see the bride on her wedding day. Wouldn’t it be a joke if this spread out?!
Han Chun gritted his teeth and looked at the pale Han Mo.
At the door, there was the exaggerated voice of the matchmaker.
"Hey, Master Han! Why isn't Miss Han better yet? The auspicious time has come!"
Han Chun became even more irritable, "Delay it for half an hour!"
Although "this" matchmaker had doubts in her heart, she finally did not dare to say anything and could only quietly retreat.
"Please make your decision, sir!" Du Yizhen handed over another note.
Han Chun took a deep breath and made his choice.
"Excuse me, sir, please do the acupuncture!" Han Chun took a deep breath.
When Du Yizhen heard this, he said nothing and just took out a pack of gold needles from the package he carried with him.
As soon as the gold needle was pricked, Han Mo's breathing became smooth and her complexion improved a lot.
Within a quarter of an hour, the stitching was completed.
Han Mo forced herself to sit up. Her face, which had been put on makeup, was now completely soaked with sweat and looked terrible.
However, the guests outside were already impatient and had no time to dress up. Han Mo could only let the maid cover her head and was forcibly helped out step by step.
Outside, the guests were already waiting impatiently.
"Hey, what happened to the Han family? Could it be that the bride doesn't dare to come out to meet people?!"
"Perhaps this is to show off to Mr. Cheng?"
"Isn't that true? Mr. Cheng saved Miss Han anyway."
"Miss Han has always been domineering. Who knows if Mr. Cheng was forced to marry into the Han family?"
There were whispers all around, Cheng Fenglou still stood at the door like a wooden stake, his eyes dim and unclear.
"The bride has arrived—"
A sharp and loud voice came belatedly, and the sedan chair that had been parked in the backyard for a long time was finally slowly carried out.
The sedan curtain opened, and a slim and thin figure stepped out of the carriage.
"The auspicious time has arrived! Worship heaven and earth——"
The arrival of an auspicious sound revealed the absurdity of this wedding.
Wen Ranran sat among the guests, slightly curling her lips.