A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 1420 Happy Wedding Morning

"It's not a stomachache. I don't know, it just comes and goes." Seventeen covered his lower abdomen with his hands, his face was frighteningly pale. It wasn't this serious in the car.

Kou Quan gently touched Shiqi's pale face, "Can you still walk? I'll carry you in."

Seventeen held her stomach tightly and said softly, "It will probably be better soon. It's okay."

Kou Quan held Seventeen in his arms and patted her back gently. "You must have drunk too much. The weather is so cold, and you drank such cold beer. You must have chilled yourself."

Seventeen hugged Kou Quan's neck and rubbed his head against it. "I saw Sister Lan'er and Brother Lu Jiang together today, and I finally felt relieved."

Seventeen knew how much Zhou Lan'er loved Kou Quan, and her guilt towards Zhou Lan'er came more from Kou Quan than Zhou Haoyu. However, seeing the affection between Zhou Lan'er and Lu Jiang, she finally felt a little relieved.

Kou Quan stood up with Seventeen, unbuttoned his coat and wrapped Seventeen in his arms. Seventeen was instantly wrapped in warmth.

"Haha, that's great." Seventeen smiled foolishly, her face pressed against his chest, her arms around his lower back. The heat was seductive. She closed her eyes and wanted to sleep, but was reluctant to go into the house.

Kou Quan hugged Seventeen and didn't understand what she meant by "that's great", but at this moment, his heart was at peace and warm.

"I don't want to let you in anymore. What do you think we should do?" Kou Quan sighed softly.

"Hmm..." Seventeen mumbled and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Kou Quan listened to her voice and sighed secretly. There was still one day left, and she would be back to him starting tomorrow, so he had to be patient.

"Baby, go to sleep. You still have three hours of sleep. Don't waste any more time, okay?" Kou Quan patted Seventeen's shoulder and said.

Seventeen refused to move, so Kou Quan let go first, "Go inside quickly, don't catch a cold, and sleep peacefully for a few hours, okay?"

Seventeen looked at Kou Quan and laughed foolishly. Kou Quan was helpless and asked, "Are you stupid?" Seventeen put her arms around his neck again and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm going into the house. Good night."

"Good night." Kou Quan smiled and got into the car after seeing Seventeen enter the house.

Seventeen went home and washed her face. It was indeed quite late, so she quickly showered and prepared for bed. When she changed her clothes, her pants were stained with blood. Seventeen stared at them for a while, scratching her hair, wondering, "This time is wrong. Why is it happening again today?" Could it be that she'd been so stressed out lately, with so much on her mind, that her period had come early?

Just imagine how dark Kou Quan’s face would be if he knew her good friend was coming tomorrow night.

Seventeen took a quick shower, climbed onto the bed and closed his eyes to rest. Perhaps because he was tired, he fell asleep quite quickly.

Just after five o'clock in the morning, Huo Yan came knocking on the door. Shiqi's head was aching so much that it felt like it was about to explode, and she looked very bad. Huo Yan patted his daughter's face.

"You didn't sleep well last night, huh? Why do you look so bad?" Huo Yan asked softly.

"I only slept for about three hours." Seventeen muttered, holding his head, feeling uncomfortable and dizzy. "Can we hold the wedding another day? I really want to sleep..."

Huo Yan laughed. "Okay, then I'll call Xiaoquan right away and tell him you can't get up and we want to reschedule the wedding. He always listens to you, so there will be no problem. We can treat the guests from Beijing as a trip. As for Xiaoquan's colleagues and friends in Kyoto, and your father's friends in the government and business circles, it will be easier. We can just call them one by one to inform them that the wedding is cancelled..."

"Mom, are you kidding?" Seventeen rubbed his messy hair, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at his mother with a sullen face.

"You know this is just a joke, right? Hurry up and get up. It's getting late. The makeup artist will be here soon. Get up and get ready. We need to eat something while we can. Come on, honey..." Huo Yan dragged Seventeen out of bed. "Tomorrow, you'll be the only one who gets enough sleep, okay?"

"Oh, God—"

Seventeen held his head and shouted, and after a while, he finally woke up.

"Hurry down and come down, breakfast is ready." Huo Yan woke up her daughter and went downstairs. As long as Seventeen got up, it would be fine. She moved quite quickly. Time was stuck here, and she would feel a sense of urgency without any further explanation.

When Huo Yan went downstairs, Mu Ning also came out, "Aunt Xin."

Mu Ning was always that energetic. Whenever she was at home, there was always a fat person moving around the house. She wasn't really fat, but she looked bulky because she was tall. She had a small frame, but lots of flesh, and the fat on her body jiggled when she walked.

During this period, Mu Xiaoniu insisted on exercising every day. Running in the morning and evening was essential. After running, she would do aerobics to cheer herself up every day, and she was so happy to see the people around her. The chants she shouted always sounded joyous to others. They didn't understand, but they thought it was funny. Add in the fat man's live performance, how could it not be joyful?

Mu Ning felt that coming to Kyoto was quite nice. As long as Master Zhuang was not around, there would be no one to restrict her from doing morning exercises or not, and she could do whatever she wanted.

Even though she seems to be working very hard every day, her weight is really weird and is increasing instead of decreasing.

Huo Yan shouted as he entered the dining room, "Eat as soon as you get up. Hurry up, the makeup artist is coming soon. You need to eat more. Don't be too hungry when the time comes. There won't be time for you to eat in the morning."

"Okay, I'll be right there." Mu Ning stepped onto the scale. Great, she weighed 80 last night, but why was it still 80 this morning? She was fasting, fasting!

He quickly ran to the dining room: "Aunt Xin, Aunt Xin, is the scale by the French window broken?"

"Is the battery dead?" Huo Yan asked back. She didn't know whether it was broken or not. It was normal for the battery of the scale to be dead.

Mu Ning shook her head. "No, but I think the scale is broken."

Mu Ning sat on the dining chair in a depressed mood. He was already a fat man weighing 160 pounds. What else could he eat?

"I have no appetite. I won't eat anymore."

Mu Ning stared at the glutinous rice balls in front of her, almost staring a hole through them. The more she looked at them, the angrier she got. Who cooked these? It was so annoying. Why did they make them look so delicious? All sorts of colors! She had never tasted glutinous rice balls in all sorts of colors before. The green ones were made with spinach juice mixed into the glutinous rice flour, and the red ones were made with carrot juice. They looked absolutely delicious.

Holding his stomach, Huo Yan looked at Mu Ning in surprise. It sounded strange to hear Mu Ning say that she didn't want to eat.

"You really don't want to eat anymore?" Huo Yan confirmed, staring at her belly that was singing. He said, using a line that appears frequently in novels, "You say no, but your body is very honest."

“…Aunt Xin—”

Mu Xiaonv'er's face turned black. Is this really necessary? How embarrassing!