On the day of the wedding, not only the largest banquet hall of the Junyu Hotel was beautifully arranged by the people arranged by him, even the Junyu Hotel, which is usually modern, luxurious and brilliant, was dressed in pink by Qiao Mohan's people colored.
The guests who came to the wedding banquet even suspected that they had gone to the wrong place when they got off the car.
How can this be Junyu Hotel? This is clearly the pink 'castle'.
The lobby and gate of Junyu Hotel were originally in a strong and grand modern style.
Now, because of Qiao Mohan's request, pink roses are everywhere.
Standing on the top floor, Lu Yuchen looked down at the pink 'ocean' under his feet through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and felt his forehead twitch.
He said with a cold face: "Qiao Mohan, what kind of vision is this, it's tasteless."
Make him a good hotel and make it like this.
However, just as the man finished slandering in a low voice in dissatisfaction, a moving voice came from the side.
"Oh, seeing Qiao Mohan so envious of Xiaoqing... It's great, Xiaoqing can finally get her happiness, so I'm touched for them."
Lu Yuchen glanced sideways, and saw Xinluo who had already changed into her dress, standing aside and looking down at the scene downstairs.
Contrary to his disgust, Xinluo's pair of peach blossom eyes that can talk are shining brightly.
She looked at the sea of pink flowers downstairs, her eyes filled with envy and blessings to Su Qing.
"That's great, girls just want to be pampered... Who is not a baby, Xiaoqing will be very touched."
Qiao Mohan has been quietly planning this wedding since a few months ago.
So many flowers can cover the entire outer wall and foyer of the Junyu Hotel, which is definitely not something that can be done by spending money on a whim.
Xin Luo still remembered that she was there when Qiao Mohan and Lu Yuchen made this request.
Thinking of that man, even if he couldn't see it in his eyes, when he mentioned that he wanted to give Su Qing a perfect wedding, the flash of light in his handsome and evil Danfeng eyes, Xin Luo really realized that he loved Su Qing.
She loves her deeply and is willing to give her everything.
Thinking of her dearest friend finally having happiness, looking at the happy sea of flowers on the soles of her feet, Xinluo's nasal cavity was slightly sour, and her eye sockets were even stained red.
Just like this, I wanted to cry, and I don't know if seeing Xiaoqing walking into the auditorium wearing a wedding dress and being held by Qiao Mohan will make her cry.
Xin Luo was looking for a tissue to wipe away the wetness under her eyes.
A big embrace hugged her from behind.
"Moved?" Lu Yuchen's deep and magnetic voice came from behind.
Afterwards, Xin Luo was turned over and embraced by her husband from the front.
"Yeah." She nodded and snorted.
Before he could speak, the man's kiss fell.
A soft kiss, kissing her eyelids, gently kissing away the teardrops hanging on her eyelashes for her.
The man's cherished attitude made Xin Luo burst into laughter: "What's wrong with you... Do you have a sense of crisis? Afraid that you will be compared to Qiao Mohan?"
Don't think she didn't hear his dismissive statement just now.
She said that she didn't like Qiao Mohan's vision. From her point of view, it was clearly a sense of crisis.
"Well, I feel a sense of crisis, so I have to hug Mrs. Lu to feel at ease." After speaking, the man's thin, slightly cool lips pressed against her again.
This time, it wasn't the eyelids, but a precise kiss on her lips.
Lu Yuchen lifted Xinluo's chin, he lowered his head, and pried open her soft red lips.
"Well, my lipstick..." He kissed her all over her makeup.
The little woman's hand was lightly pressed against the man's chest, but Lu Yuchen didn't intend to let go at all, not only did she not let go, but gradually deepened it.
Xin Luo knew clearly that Lu Yuchen was jealous of this man, but she refused to admit it.
Her breath was robbed, and Xinluo was kissed until she wanted to cry... Lu Yuchen could only let the kiss deepen.
It wasn't until she leaned against his arms panting that the man was satisfied with letting go of the shackles.
He grabbed her hand: "Come on, we should go downstairs."
No matter where she went downstairs, her lipstick was all gone.
Xin Luo glared at Lu Yuchen complainingly, fixed up her makeup with complaints, and then went downstairs with him.
Downstairs, the bride, Su Qing, was blocked in the bridal lounge by the groom, Qiao Mohan, who was supposed to greet the guests at the door.
[Beyond 1200 words: the update is complete, see you at 6 o'clock tomorrow night~ It seems that I can't finish this week's episode, let's continue to write next week, just finish it~]