Sweet Adorable Wife, Please Kiss Slower! - Chapter 1557 - my territory is my decision

Chapter 1557 – my territory is my decision

It was located on an island in the Atlantic Ocean. There were mountains and flowers everywhere. Looking from afar, it was extremely beautiful.

From the day Lu Zhanbei bought this island, he started to build a church.

He had just finished the renovation of the church last month.

For this wedding, Lu Zhanbei did not invite too many guests. Only he and Lin Wanwan’s friends, including a few people from the Fu family, were invited.

The wedding would start tomorrow, but all the guests had already arrived.

As Lin Wanwan’s bridesmaid, Ruan Baoer was planning to make things difficult for Lu Zhanbei.

“Sister ball, hide later so that Lu Zhanbei can’t find you. He’ll be worried sick!”

Lin Wanwan smiled and shook her head. “There’s no need to make things difficult. Just Open the door and let him in.”

Ruan Baoer was dissatisfied. “This is probably the only wedding in your life. How Can It Be So Plain?”

“Don’t worry. Not only is this wedding not plain, but it’s very likely to be soul-stirring.”

“What do you mean?”

Lin Wanwan looked at her confused look and took off the mask on her face. Her expression was somewhat ambiguous.

Although Lu Zhanbei didn’t say it, she could feel that a storm was coming from his busyness.

“Baoer, can you help me put on makeup tomorrow?”

“That’s a must.”

Ruan Bao’er, this silly and sweet girl, was easily diverted by Lin Wanwan. She responded happily and sighed again. “It’s a pity that Shen Zhiyi didn’t come. I still want to set her up with Tang Chen. They’re so compatible.”

Lin Wanwan was also very helpless.

Lu Zhanbei’s invitation was sent very early, but it was withheld by the Shen family.

Shen Zhiyi only found out yesterday that the two of them were going to have a wedding, but she couldn’t leave because of the surgery that had long been scheduled.

“Bao’er, what are your plans?”

“What plans do I have?”

“Tsk, you’re playing dumb with me.”

Madam Ruan and Fuya’s death had made Ruan Bao’er mature a lot overnight. She had also come to terms with her feelings, so she just smiled and scratched her hair, “Let fate decide. Anyway, Big Brother said that even if I don’t get married in my entire life, he can still support me.”

“But I feel that the punishment hall has treated you…”

“Sister ball!”

“Alright, I’ll shut up.”

Ever since Mrs. Ruan passed away, Ruan Baoer often relied on training to numb herself. Even though she had already walked out of the shadows, she was still used to running there.

The Sky was dark. Ruan Baoer returned to her room to sleep. She had just left when there was a knock on the back door.

Lin Wanwan opened the door and saw Lu Zhanbei. She could not help but roll her eyes at him. “We’re getting married tomorrow. According to the rules, we can’t meet today.”

“It’s my territory. I’m in charge.”

Lu Zhanbei held her waist and deliberately slowed down his pace. He helped her to the bed. “Are you still going to throw up today?”

Lin Wanwan was almost three months pregnant. Occasionally, she would throw up.

“If I don’t throw up, it’s just easy to get tired.”

Lin Wanwan nestled in Lu Zhanbei’s arms. She endured it, but she still could not hold it in. She asked, “Will the wedding tomorrow go smoothly?”

Lu Zhanbei was silent for a moment. He was not willing to lie to her, but he was afraid that she would be worried.

“It will.”

Lin Wanwan hugged his neck. “It’s been hard on you.”

Lu Zhanbei raised his eyebrows. “Ever since you got pregnant, you’ve become a shy plant. You’re so gentle that you don’t even look like you anymore.”

Lin Wanwan’s lips twitched. She said angrily, “Do I have to slap you to make you happy?”

Lu Zhanbei laughed softly. “This is who you are.”

Lin Wanwan was furious. It seemed that she would never be a good wife and mother in this lifetime.

After being teased by Lu Zhanbei, Lin Wanwan’s originally heavy mood was swept away. She chatted with him casually and gradually fell asleep.

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