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Chapter 338: Production

In response to her son's question, the old lady just smiled mysteriously and did not tell him.

Qiao Weisheng became anxious again and kept pacing under the veranda, but there began to be movement in the house, or in other words, there was movement completely different from before.

Those outside just now could only hear the anxious voices of the women inside. Mrs. Xu's voice was also there, but it was very soft and small, as if she was suppressing it.

At this moment, I finally heard her moaning due to labor pains and childbirth.

The expression on the old lady's face was completely relaxed, then she looked at Qiao Weisheng walking around and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, just sit down for a while! It makes me dizzy, just wait.

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Sure enough, when it was completely dark, a loud cry of a baby came from the delivery room. This time, not only Qiao Weisheng was excited, but even the old lady couldn't help but stand up and walk to the door.

Knowing that people outside were anxious, Grandma Liu came out after a while holding the baby in her arms, "Congratulations to the old lady, congratulations to the master, it's a young master!"

"Where's your wife?" Qiao Weisheng stretched his neck and looked inside, but it was dark inside and the curtains were lowered, so nothing could be seen.

Aunt Liu smiled and said, "Mother and son are safe."

"Amitabha!" the old lady clasped her hands together and chanted, and then reached out to hold the baby.

The child was crying so loudly just now, but now he was already asleep. He looked small and wrinkled, with the hair on his head still wet, and his little fists clenched beside his face.

Seeing that the old lady's heart almost melted and her eyes became moist without realizing it, she raised her eyes to look at the eldest son aside and said in a sour tone, "I can finally explain to my ancestors underground!"

Qiao Weisheng just giggled and couldn't say a word.

Not long after, news spread throughout the Qiao family that the wife had given birth to a young master. Qiao Weisheng immediately sent someone to deliver the news to the Wen family, and specially photographed his daughter-in-law, telling her that the news must be passed on to Qiao Yuyan herself.

Today's events happened one after another, one after another. It was clear that someone was deliberately causing trouble, taking advantage of the time difference between the two pieces of information to cause trouble.

Now, the news of Xu's birth must be known to Qiao Yuyan as soon as possible.

At this time, Qiao Yuyan had been helped to the new house, with a hijab still covering her head. The room was noisy with all the relatives of the Wen family.

Qiao Yuyan suddenly discovered that even though she was under the hijab and listening to the voices of the people talking in the room, she could roughly imagine their faces.

This scene also happened in the previous life. After all, it was the legitimate son of the Wen family who got married. Although the Qiao family was not very lively, the Wen family had put in a lot of effort.

How could Mrs. Wen let her favorite child's evening ceremony be deserted? That's why there were so many people chatting lively in the new house that day.

One by one, they were overjoyed.

In a while, he will be here, Qiao Yuyan thought to herself, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous, it was just like in her previous life.

But, this person now is Uncle Wen!

She reminded herself again, but this reminder didn't seem to be of much use.

"The groom is here." A woman's voice sounded, and Qiao Yuyan could tell that it was the voice of the second mistress, Mrs. Liu. She always had a cheerful temper and liked to get involved in everything.

Then the crowd cheered and cheered, and then slowly lowered their voices.

"Sixth brother, why are you still standing there? The beautiful lady has married and returned home, isn't she just waiting for you to come over and take off her hijab?" It was the third wife's voice, with a hint of teasing.

Qiao Yuyan hid her hands in her sleeves and became even more nervous.

Then she saw a pair of cyan soap boots from under the hijab, with water cloud patterns embroidered on the edges.

A small weighing beam was stretched out, and the red color in front of her eyes suddenly flashed and became brighter, and she could clearly see the faces of the crowded group of people in the room.

The first thing I saw was his face.

Qiao Yuyan didn't know why, but suddenly the pair of burning red candles seemed to rush towards her, burning her whole face. The heat was so hot that even her fingertips were trembling.

Or maybe the person in front of her is too good-looking, which makes her uncomfortable!

Qiao Yuyan has known Wen Tingyuan's good looks since he was a child. When he was a child, he was a very handsome young man. Now that he has grown into such a handsome man, it is really hard to look at him.

Today seemed to be the first time she saw him wearing red. The bright red clothes on his body not only did not suppress his aura at all, but actually made his nobility and elegance more obvious.

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"Third brother, what are you doing standing still? Isn't the bride beautiful?" The third wife's teasing voice sounded, immediately making the room noisy and lively again.

There were also many married women who made fun of him like the third wife. The atmosphere in the room seemed to have become warmer, making people dizzy with the warmth.

Qiao Yuyan simply didn't know where to look. Fortunately, in order to show shyness, the bride usually didn't need to speak. She just had to purse her lips and make a shy look.

"beautiful."

When she heard Wen Tingyuan say this word, Qiao Yuyan couldn't help but look up at him in surprise. Then in such a playful environment, she actually heard her own clear heartbeat.

There was a dazzling light in Wen Tingyuan's eyes, which was reflected by the dragon and phoenix candlelight. He was smiling and looking at himself with such serious eyes that Qiao Yuyan couldn't resist for a while, so she could only lower her eyes again.

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Because of his answer, the room became lively again.

Several nuns from Jixiang finally walked down according to the procedure and led Wen Tingyuan to sit down next to him.

Then he cut off a lock of their hair, tied it into a concentric knot, put it in their purse, and put it under their pillows. "The knot of hair makes them husband and wife, and their love is unquestionable."

Qiao Yuyan looked at that lock of hair, feeling a little dazed, then...

They really became a couple.

Then Grandma Jixiang brought them each a glass of wine and said, "Drink the Hexin wine and you will be a pair for the rest of your life."

Qiao Yuyan reached out to take it, turned around and saw the smile in Wen Tingyuan's eyes, which made her unable to dodge it. She only looked away in panic, then walked around the other person's arm and held it to her lips.

The two people were so close, and the aroma of wine filled the air between them. Qiao Yuyan could almost see his eyelashes clearly. A man actually had such long eyelashes.

She was in a trance for a moment, but the next moment, she saw him opening his eyes and looking at her steadily.

Qiao Yuyan felt nervous and without paying attention to her hands, a sip of wine hit her throat. She choked and coughed violently, even coughing out tears.

Aunt Jixiang immediately smiled and said: "The wedding wine is choking your throat, but good things are to come!"

This auspicious word caused everyone to cheer. Wen Tingyuan smiled and said: "Reward!"

Then several daughters-in-law began to spread the tents, and sprinkled peanuts, longans, red dates, and happy money on the two people and the bed behind them.

Everyone in the room clapped their hands and laughed, it was so lively.

Qiao Yuning stood in the yard, looking at Qiao Yuyan who was carefully protected by Wen Tingyuan on the wedding bed to avoid being hit by her, her eyes almost burst out with fire.

"Where is Bizhu? Isn't there any news yet?"

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