Song Fei had to remind Yan Jiang: "Don't cry, if you cry again, you will miss the ceremony time."
At the age of seventeen, he first found out that he fell in love with his neighbor's sister next door. Yan Jiang fantasized about marrying Song Fei as his daughter-in-law in the future. Waiting for a day, Yan Jiang waited for 11 years.
After finally looking forward to the wedding day, Yan Jiang must not mess it up!
Hurrying to wipe away the tears, Yan Jiang raised his head and took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, and knelt down on one knee in front of Song Fei holding the roses just now. "Song Fei, please marry me."
Song Fei looked down at Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang, who had just cried, still had two lines of tears in his eyes.
In this world, Yan Jiang is the only man who would cry so recklessly for her. Song Fei held the bouquet in Yan Jiang's hand, "I am willing to marry you."
The audience burst into applause.
Song Fei took Yan Jiang's hand and pulled him up. The two are arm in arm and will walk to the wedding ceremony table.
Neither Yan Jiang nor Song Fei was a believer, and they didn't have any beliefs. Their wedding ceremony was not presided over by a priest. It was Song Fei's teacher Fu Hanshen who witnessed their marriage.
Teacher Fu was wearing a handsome white suit today, and he was clean-shaven. When he went out in the morning, Shen Zhiyi even put some cream on his face, saying that it made his skin look more delicate.
Mr. Fu, who touched the face cream, stood on the stage, looking like a great boss. It was Fu Hanshen's first time presiding over a wedding, and he was very nervous. He read it according to the contents of the wedding affidavit, fearing that he would read it wrong, so he was very slow.
"Mr. Yan Jiang, are you willing to marry Song Fei as his wife, to be her husband, and to spend the whole life with her through wind and rain?"
Yan Jiang: "I am willing."
Fu Hanshen asked Song Fei again: "Ms. Song Fei, are you willing to marry Mr. Yan Jiang as his wife and spend the rest of your life with him forever?"
Yan Jiang was afraid that Song Fei would regret it temporarily like in the TV series, so he opened his mouth and said, "I don't want to." But Song Fei didn't hesitate at all, and replied in a deep voice, "I am willing."
"good!"
Fu Hanshen finished his work, closed the affidavit, and announced loudly: "I declare that the groom Yan Jiang and the bride Song Fei are officially husband and wife. Now, you can kiss."
Yan Jiang pulled Song Fei into his arms, lowered his head and grabbed Song Fei's lips, and kissed her deeply.
Seeing that Yan Jiang and Song Fei were kissing each other inseparably, the people in the audience whistled frantically, especially those friends Yan Jiang made in the entertainment circle were crying ghosts and howling with excitement.
Han Junjun is a young boy with good roots, who has never even been in a relationship. Seeing this fiery scene on stage, he couldn't help but blush.
He silently lowered his head, and while others were not paying attention, he quietly raised his head to take a peek. Han Wangwang noticed his younger brother's cowardice, and couldn't help but press his head, "Don't look, what are children looking at!"
"Sister!" Han Junjun was not convinced, he knocked off Han Wangwang's hand, and rolled his eyes at her, "I'm an adult, I'm twenty, what can't be seen!"
Han Wangwang pinched Han Junjun's face, and she said, "You are my little kid brother at the age of thirty."
The siblings were having a good time, when suddenly a female voice came in abruptly, "Wangwang, is there someone next to you?"
Upon hearing Jiang Bi's voice, the siblings froze at the same time, as if the pause button had been pressed.
As soon as Han Wangwang looked up and saw Jiang Bi's smiling face, he thought of the scene of stealing a kiss with Jiang Bi in the toilet earlier, and couldn't help his cheeks getting hot.
And Han Junjun's heart beat faster when he saw the beautiful sister standing behind his sister.
What a cool sister!
Jiang Bi's long straight black hair was draped lazily behind her shoulders, and her camel-colored coat made her 1.83 meters tall look like a supermodel.
Jiang Bi herself is good-looking, her appearance is indistinguishable from male and female, and there is an inexplicable fatal attraction on her body. Han Junjun, a tender chicken, couldn't resist Jiang Bi's temptation at all.
Han Junjun secretly tugged on Han Wangwang's sleeve, "Sister, sister, is this your friend?" Her sister's friend looks so good!
Han Junjun often sees Jiang Bi in his sister's circle of friends, but he knows that girls love P pictures, so he doesn't believe that Jiang Bi is as good-looking as the photos.
Seeing a real person, Han Junjun fully appreciates Jiang Bi's charm, and then he realizes that there is really someone who is more perfect than the refined picture!
Oops!
The heart beats faster, it's the feeling of heartbeat.
Jiang Bi put her hand on Han Wangwang's shoulder, and asked again: "Wangwang, huh? Is anyone there?"
That sound, um, was very similar to Jiang Bi's breathing sound when he was panting in Han Wangwang's ear. Han Wangwang was heartbroken, she shook her head vigorously and said, "There is no one around, you sit down."
After Jiang Bi sat down, that restless hand moved away from Han Wangwang's shoulder. Picking up the red wine on the table, Jiang Bi poured some wine for Han Wangwang.
"Try it?" Handing the red wine to Han Wangwang, Jiang Bi put her lips next to Han Wangwang's ear, and deliberately lowered her voice and said to her, "I think the color of this red wine is not as pure as your lipstick."
Han Wangwang blushed and felt goosebumps all over his body.
Why is she so seductive!
Han Junjun took a sip of the champagne, secretly glanced at Jiang Bi who was whispering with his sister, thinking that he would have to find an excuse later and ask his sister for Miss Jiang Bi's WeChat account.
"Sister, is this your friend?" Han Junjun tried hard to find his own sense of existence.
Jiang Bi looked at Han Junjun, curious how Han Wangwang would answer.
Han Wangwang lowered his head, knowing that Jiang Bi was staring at him, her heart beat a little faster, and her ears were all red.
"Sister, why don't you introduce me?" Han Junjun urged again, impatient to get to know Jiang Bi, and it would be best to shake hands.
Only then did Han Wangwang explain: "This is my girlfriend, Jiang Bi."
"Oh, so it's Miss Jiang Bi." Han Junjun stretched out his hand in front of Han Wangwang, and smiled slightly, revealing the charming demeanor of the campus male god.
"Miss Jiang Bi, hello, I'm Han Junjun."
I don't know why Jiang Bi's expression seems to be a smile but not a smile.
Looking at the hand that Han Junjun was protruding over, Jiang Bi hesitated a little before reaching out and touching Han Junjun.
Fuck!
The young lady's palms were hot, and she looked like a girl with a cold face and a warm heart.
After letting go, Jiang Bi saw that Han Wangwang drank the red wine in one gulp, so she added some more.
When Han Wangwang picked up the goblet to drink, Jiang Bi stared at Han Wangwang's rolling neck, and suddenly leaned over to touch Han Wangwang's earlobe.
Han Wangwang felt numb all over his body as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.
"You..." Han Wangwang squeezed the cup in his hand tightly. "There are so many people, aren't you afraid you'll find out?" It's really exciting, falling in love with Jiang Bi, every time we get close is to challenge the limit.
Jiang Bi smiled and said, "Girlfriend?"
Han Wangwang's ears twitched.
Under the table, Jiang Bi secretly pressed Han Wangwang's thigh with her hand, and squeezed it hard. He added: "You have several girlfriends, do you kiss with your girlfriends? The ones that kiss so hard that you can't stand?"
Han Wangwang roared wildly in his heart: Damn, Jiang Bi looks so indifferent, why is his thinking so dirty and his words so bad
Han Wangwang couldn't resist Jiang Bi's tricks, she closed her eyes, and took advantage of the gap between Han Junjun's head and the people beside her, and said in a low voice, "You are my partner."
After getting a satisfactory answer, Jiang Bi gave up.
Song Ciduan sat beside Han Zhan, and people from all over Han Zhan were looking for reasons to say a few words to him, so as to feel the purple air of looking forward to the richest man in the East City.
As for Song Ci, her eyes passed through the crowd and landed on Han Wangwang and Jiang Bi who were flirting openly at the banquet table diagonally opposite.
Hey, it's really a downturn in the world, and the young lovers are so rampant.
The banquet was over, Jiang Bi's stepmother came over and called Jiang Bi back to her table. When Jiang Bi left, Han Junjun moved close to his sister's head and said to her, "Sister, how old is Miss Jiang Bi?"
The red tide on Han Wangwang's ears has not dissipated, and he looks rosy and cute. Hearing her brother's question, she replied puzzledly: "23."
"Ah, three years older than me." Good to be three years older, female junior holding a golden brick!
"Why do you ask this?" Han Wangwang looked at Han Junjun suspiciously. Seeing that Han Junjun's eyeballs kept rolling, it was obvious that he was making up his mind. She said, "What do you want to do?"
Han Junjun smiled and said in a low voice, "Didn't you ask me before, what kind of girl do I like?"
Han Wangwang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
Han Junjun said: "I like the kind of young lady who looks very royal, mature, intellectual and aloof, just like Miss Jiang Bi." Miss Jiang Bi is simply God's tailor-made spouse for him.
Han Wangwang's smile stiffened.
"No." Han Wangwang vetoed it on the spot without even thinking about it.
Han Junjun felt strange, "Why not? Sister, do you think there is a big age difference between us?"
Han Wangwang felt speechless.
"It's not this." Han Wangwang took a sip of the red wine and said against his conscience: "Jiangbi she" Han Wangwang secretly glanced at Jiangbi, who happened to be paying attention to her all the time.
The eyes of the two met, a little ambiguous.
Han Wangwang quickly looked away, and said in a serious manner: "Jiang Bi has a partner, I heard that they are all engaged, and they will get married in the future. Little guy, you can change your target."
"Ah?" Han Junjun's heart was seriously injured. He asked unwillingly, "Who is her fiance?"
The fiance does not have it, but the fiancee can.
Han Wangwang blinked his eyes and said nonsense: "A little brother from abroad, with a good family background, and he is also handsome."
Like a deflated ball, Han Junjun picked up his chopsticks and poked a delicately shaped bun in the bowl. His mouth was so angry that he could hang an oil bottle.
Song Fei quickly changed her clothes and returned to the banquet hall. She was wearing a burgundy floral cheongsam with natural pearl buttons wrapping around her slender neck, and the handmade lace trim was the only embellishment on the cheongsam.
The skirt with side slits exposed her slender legs. With her long hair down, Song Fei's appearance became more exquisite and compact, with a kind of glamorous and noble beauty.
Together with Yan Jiang, she walked hand in hand to each table, toasted with the guests, and accepted their congratulations.
Yan Jiang and Song Fei toasted in the order of respecting the woman's relatives first, and then the man's relatives. Han Zhan, Song Ci, and his elder brother Cecilio sat at the same table, they were the parents of the bride Song Fei.
Yan Jiang has a good capacity for alcohol, and those who work in the entertainment industry drink wine like plain water. But Song Fei's drinking capacity is average. She was only fourteen years old before she fell into a deep sleep. After falling into a deep sleep, her body needs to be carefully nourished, and she rarely touches things like alcohol.
Song Fei always substituted tea for wine.
The couple stood together, both holding wine glasses, looking like a beautiful couple.
"Brother." Seeing the face of those equipment, Song Fei called Cecilio out of face and called out brother.
Cecilio obviously enjoyed the call too. He hummed and stood up with the wine.
"Brother, thank you for coming." I can come with the dowry you gave me. Song Fei: "Yan Jiang and I, here's a toast to you."
Yan Jiang: "Brother, I respect you."
Cecilio drank the glass of wine.
Song Fei and Yan Jiang drank another glass of wine with Song Ci and the others. Yan Jiang couldn't help feeling a little emotional when he thought of the past where he and Song Ci boldly stole Song Fei from the nursing home three years ago.
Yan Jiang clinked glasses with Song Ci, and he said, "Respect the anticipation that only you and I can understand in those years." Only he and Song Ci were looking forward to Song Fei waking up day by day.
What Song Ci thought of was that in his previous life, after Yan Jiang got himself drunk, he sat on the ground with no image, played with the picture of the pendant, and cried and told her that he would never be able to marry the person he wanted to marry in this life. The picture comes.
Today, Yan Jiang is handsome in a black suit, and the groom's gift flower on his chest is red and festive.
Song Ci's eyes were turning red. She raised her wine glass and sincerely wished Song Fei and Yan Jiang: "You will live a long life. May you walk slower and have more laughter. I wish you happiness."
Song Ci finished the glass of red wine.
"Thanks."
Yan Jiang and Song Fei went to Yan Rufeng's table.
After Song Ci sat down, tears finally fell.
Han Zhan handed over a handkerchief silently, Song Ci squeezed the handkerchief, lowered her head and wiped away her tears. Han Zhan's mellow and melodious voice said from the side: "It's a very happy day, why are you crying?"
"It's just so happy."
Song Ci hasn't been this happy for a long time.
Han Zhan can understand Song Ci's mood, especially after learning about Song Ci's previous life. Holding Song Ci's hand, put it on his thigh and hammered it twice, Han Zhan said: "Cibao, you have earned it all your life, and you must live happily every day."
"Um."
Cecilio stared at the sticky Song Ci and Han Zhan, curled his lips in disdain, and thought, "It's so nasty!" They have to hold hands for a meal.
The eyes are going to be stabbed blind.
Cecilio turned his head casually, and saw Cheng Yanmo.
Um
when did he come
Cheng Yanmo will come to Song Fei's wedding, that Huanyan was thinking of Huanyan, and Cecilio saw Su Huanyan.
Su Huanyan wore a champagne-colored cheongsam with small cap sleeves. The hand-push embroidery and plate gold embroidery were woven on the silk cheongsam to form a pair of brocade-like flowers, which was flourishing and elegant.
Her long hair is rolled up, and she wears a pair of pale pink jadeite earrings. She is gentle and elegant, just like the small stream flowing through a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. On a sunny day after the rain, a mist rises that cannot be dissolved.
When Cecilio met Su Huanyan, she was a first-year student in Rome. She was as tender as a grass when she first entered Rome. At that time, she was in the rebellious grade, wearing jeans and a cropped short shirt, releasing her vigor all the time.
Cecilio was attracted by the endless vitality in her body. In just a few years, the wild little rose back then learned to be low-key and restrained, and she portrayed herself as the lily in the deep mountains and deep valleys.
Cecilio missed Su Huanyan's narrow and soft waist under her cheongsam.
His big palm can cover that waist.
He remembered Su Huanyan's whole body trembling when his lips brushed against the skin.
He still clearly remembered every bit of their time together, but she laughed and fell on the shoulders of the people beside her. Su Huanyan didn't know what joke she heard, she fell on Cheng Yanmo's shoulder happily.
As for Cheng Yanmo, he thoughtfully supported Su Huanyan's upper body, and put his arms around her arms.
Noticing Cecilio's gaze, Zhong Buhui, who was sitting next to him and didn't know what happened, said, "Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng seem to have a very strong relationship."
Zhong Buhui and his son Zhong Yi hurried back to Wangdongcheng to attend Song Fei's wedding. He didn't know about the marriage between Cecilio and Su Huanyan.
In Zhong Buhui's view, it was just a compliment, but it was a dagger that pierced Cecilio's heart.
Cecilio glanced at Zhong Buhui lightly, and wanted to say: If you don't have good eyesight, don't have eyes.
But considering that Zhong Buhui is Song Ci's relative, he forcibly held back.
And the other A Rang, who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, after hearing Zhong Buhui's compliment, looked at Cecilio with special interest.
Seeing Cecilio's pained expression, Agen peeled off a chicken foot and threw it into his mouth. He took a few mouthfuls of chicken feet, then took off the disposable gloves, and said to Zhong Buhui, "Uncle, you can't say that."
Zhong Buhui looked at A Rang, and Fox asked, "What's wrong?"
Ah Rang cast a glance towards Cheng Yanmo and his wife, and said in an undisguised voice, "That Mrs. Cheng used to be my elder brother's first love."
Cecilio threw a cold look at A Rang, "Shut up if you can't speak!" Cecilio grabbed a chicken claw from his bowl and threw it at A Rang.
A Rang opened his mouth directly and caught the chicken paw with his teeth. After successfully throwing a depth charge, he put on his gloves again and resumed eating chicken feet.
Han Zhan and A Rang were sitting next to each other. He noticed that the expressions of the people at the table were a little subtle, so he kicked A Rang, "Say less."
A Rang turned to accuse him: "You kicked my lame leg!"
Han Zhan: "."
"You have been lame for more than twenty years, is it still hurting?"
A Rang kicked Han Zhan's leg, using the crippled leg. Seeing Han Zhan frowning, A Rang taunted him, "Look, you know it hurts even before you're limping."
Hearing the quarrel between the two brothers, Song Ci was afraid that they would start a quarrel on the spot, and said hurriedly, "It's alright if you don't quarrel, today is Song Fei's big wedding, don't mess it up."
A Rang rolled his eyes at Song Ci, "You are the only one who is sensible."
Song Ci: "."
"Be polite to your sister-in-law." Han Zhan warned Arang again.
A Rang still wanted to provoke them a few words, but when he looked up, he saw Song Ci's aggrieved little eyes, like a mute who had eaten Coptis chinensis, speechless.
"All right, all right, I'll eat chicken feet."
Aang just stopped.
And after Zhong Buhui knew the true relationship between Cecilio and Su Huanyan, it was as embarrassing as he wanted, it can be said that he was restless.
Zhong Buhui wanted to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere, but Cecilio suddenly stood up.
He is tall and big, and every step is very long.
That battle looks like he is going to beat someone up.
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