Chapter 232 231【Hi】

Wanrong's bedroom is on the easternmost side of the third floor, and she can bathe in the morning sun by opening the curtains in the morning.

After she moved in, she made some simple arrangements for the room, such as changing curtains and bed sheets. The colors are mainly golden and red, and the patterns are all peonies and phoenixes, revealing a touch of nobility in their generosity.

Zhang Leyi's boudoir is much fresher, mainly in pink tones, with a girlish feeling in the home. Meng Xiaodong's bedroom, on the other hand, is very simple and neat, with opera props such as costumes and beards hanging, and even a sword as an decoration.

As for Liao Yaquan, hehe, he did a full set of plays, and there were all kinds of progressive books in the room.

"It's so hot!"

There was fine sweat on Wanrong's forehead, and she turned on the electric fan as soon as she entered the room.

The cicadas were neighing outside the window, the white sunlight was shining on the earth, and the air seemed to be distorted by the high temperature.

Zhou Hexuan walked over and drew the curtains, sat on the edge of the bed and said, "It would be nice to have an air conditioner."

Wan Rong sat down next to him and asked curiously, "What is an air conditioner?"

"A machine that can cool down." Zhou Hexuan explained.

"There is such a machine, which country's new invention?" Wanrong asked in surprise.

Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: "The air conditioner has been invented for more than 20 years, but it is basically used to cool factories and mines. There are also some movie theaters and large shopping malls abroad that use air conditioners."

Private air conditioners are almost non-existent because today's air conditioners are too bulky.

Wan Rong pursed her lips and smiled, "Brother Zhou, you know a lot. By the way, I still want to hear your stories about foreign countries."

"Have you heard the story of the Titanic?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

"What is the Titanic?" Wan Rong asked.

Zhou Hexuan said, "It's a boat."

"Then tell me quickly." Wanrong's body got closer and closer, almost leaning against Zhou Hexuan.

Zhou Hexuan put his arms around Wanrong's slender waist and began to tell the classic love story: "It was April 1912, the second year after the 1911 Revolution broke out in China, and the luxury liner Titanic, known as the 'miracle in the history of world industry', started Its maiden voyage departs from Southampton in England to New York in the United States. The hero is Jack, a young and poor painter. He wins a ticket for a lower-class cabin in a gamble at the pier..."

"With his last strength, Jack pushed Ruth onto the plank, and he climbed up, but the plank can only bear the weight of one person... The cold sea water is devouring the life of the young painter. Ruth trembled Holding Jack's hand tightly, the tears overflowing from his eyes almost froze into ice. Two men and women in love stared at each other affectionately at the last moment of their lives..."

"Jack felt that his time was running out. He trembled and panted and said to Ruth: I won the boat ticket, which is the happiest thing in my life. It is my luck to know you. Ruth, I am satisfied. I still There is a wish that you must agree to. You must live on, and you must not despair, no matter what happens, no matter how difficult it is. Promise me quickly, Ruth...promise me...you must do it..."

"I promise! Ruth burst into tears. Jack's voice became weaker and weaker, and a lifeboat in the distance was searching the sea..."

Wanrong suddenly asked nervously: "They are saved, aren't they?"

"Yes, I was saved," Zhou Hexuan said with a wry smile, "only Ruth was saved, and she blew the whistle. Jack was already frozen to death before the lifeboat arrived."

Wan Rong was silent for a long time before she said: "Ruth is happy. Even if she dies, she can still find true love before she dies. I hope that Ruth and Jack can both sink into the bottom of the sea and be a couple who live and die together. The desperate mandarin duck."

Zhou Hexuan is sweating, is this the difference between Chinese and Western cultures?

Wanrong suddenly hugged Zhou Hexuan tightly, and said, "Brother Zhou, I don't know what love is, but when I'm with you, I feel very relaxed and happy."

In Tianjin's horrible summer weather, even sitting indoors and blowing on an electric fan can still make you sweat.

The bodies of the lonely man and the widow are separated by thin fabrics, and they can feel each other's heat, even a little bit of sweat.

Wanrong felt hot and unbearable, the hot and dry was not only a physiological reaction, but also an unspeakable longing from the bottom of her heart.

Zhou Hexuan held Wanrong's cheeks with both hands, lowered his head and kissed her red lips, and the two gradually fell on the bed.

The passionate and crazy wet kiss almost made Wan Rong lose her ability to think, and she subconsciously cooperated with the man's movements. She didn't ask until all her clothes were stripped off, "Brother Zhou, are you going to do something like a bridal chamber?"

Zhou Hexuan did not speak, but responded with practical actions.

"What... what should I do?" Wanrong asked stupidly, she had almost forgotten the teachings of the nanny in the palace.

"You won't be still..." Zhou Hexuan became more and more excited, and he remembered some kind of legend about Pu Yi.

This legend was confirmed by Puyi's last wife. They got married for several days without intercourse. When the woman asked the reason, Puyi knelt down and begged the newlywed wife not to leave. He said he could tolerate his wife finding another boyfriend. The couple immediately hugged each other and cried, comforted each other, and finally lived in harmony.

Nearly an hour passed.

The cicadas were still singing outside the window, but the men and women inside were sweating profusely and sticky together as if they had been in a sauna.

Wanrong was so tormented that her whole body was weak, her face was still flushed, she lay in the man's arms and smiled sweetly: "So the bridal chamber looks like this."

"Do you like it?" Zhou Hexuan asked caressingly.

"Well, it's quite comfortable," Wanrong said shyly, "I didn't expect that being a woman is actually very happy."

Zhou Hexuan hugged Wanrong, and whispered love words in her ear, after a while he got dressed and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

As the evening approached, before Zhang Leyi came back from get off work at the radio station, Meng Xiaodong unexpectedly appeared.

"Didn't you have a show in Peking?" Zhou Hexuan asked in surprise.

Meng Xiaodong kept laughing with his mouth pursed, and suddenly retched while laughing, covered his mouth and ran to the bathroom quickly.

Zhou Hexuan was a little dazed, and a thought came to mind: won't she be pregnant?

Because Meng Xiaodong wanted to continue singing, although the two of them were not wearing condoms when they were having sex, they deliberately used contraception, so there was no movement for a year.

When Meng Xiaodong vomited back, Zhou Hexuan asked, "Have you got it?"

"Well," Meng Xiaodong nodded with a smile, "I felt like vomiting a few days ago, but I didn't take it seriously. It was my mother who found out and forced me to see the doctor. The doctor said it was a happy pulse."

"call!"

Zhou Hexuan let out a long sigh of relief. After living two lifetimes, it was the first time to be a father-to-be. He was happy and stressed at the same time.

A bigger problem lay before him - how should I tell Zhang Leyi about this matter?

Before the regular wife even got married, the concubine's belly was pregnant.