In the past, Yuan Song was just Yuan Song, a subordinate of her night gang. No matter how high his position, Song Ye would never call him by his first name.
But now that she has changed her story, she has admitted his status as brother-in-law.
"Well, don't worry, I'll pick her up now." Yuan Song had a smile on his face and nodded in agreement very sincerely.
"Haha, let's go and pick up the bride." A group of half-grown teenagers behind him all cheered and followed. Even Zhao Chongbin and Fang Jian were part of the wedding escort team. It was a mighty and mighty group that could be called the most luxurious groomsmen group in history.
Song Ye followed them downstairs and watched a dozen luxury wedding cars drive out slowly before looking back. Just as Kankan was about to turn around and go back, he saw a black jeep slowly driving over.
Song Ye's slightly pale eyebrows suddenly took on a sharp edge in the cold wind, and at that moment he could not help but stiffen slightly.
The car stopped not far away, and the tall and stalwart man got out of the car calmly. Dark blue cuffs were specially pinned on the black suit that had remained unchanged for many years, which diluted the cold and hard atmosphere of the whole person.
Thick black eyebrows, high nose, deep eyes, cool and thin lips, the man's handsome face was approaching from a distance, and it expanded a little in Song Ye's retina. For a moment, she wanted to escape. , unwilling to face it, but his footsteps were nailed to the spot, unable to move at all.
Even if her identity is exposed, Song Ye will still not choose to be a deserter.
"What are you doing standing around in such a cold weather?" Qin Zhan strode over, and the warm aura around him enveloped the young man in front of him. Naturally, he closed his big palm and pulled the young man's arms. She shook her hand and noticed how cold the little hand was. She raised her eyebrows in dissatisfaction. Without thinking, she brought her hand to her mouth and breathed out hot air to warm her hands.
The man was very tall. In order to match the boy's height, he bent his body slightly and lowered his head to do this. The hot air coming out of his mouth rolled up a faint mist and enveloped his cold face, making him look particularly gentle. .
That kind of tenderness seems to seep into the blood little by little with the warmth of the palm, and densely crawls along the pulse towards the heart.
Song Ye lowered his eyes, listening to his uncontrollable heartbeat, and raised the corners of his mouth uncontrollably.
Even if they become enemies in the next second, Song Ye can't refuse the tenderness given by this man.
"It's not cold." Song Ye shook his head, knowing it was enough to stop and wanted to withdraw his hand.
Qin Zhan didn't seem to notice. He wrapped his hand around hers with a natural expression and pulled her inside, "Let's go."
After finally finding a reason to hold hands, the sinister eldest brother would naturally not be willing to let go.
Well, although my brother's hands are a little thinner, they are soft, soft and comfortable.
All the way to the banquet hall on the fourth floor, Wang Qianqian, Zhao Zhen and others were shocked when they saw the two holding hands together.
Even Xu Fangsheng, who originally wanted to come over to say hello, didn't come close. Thinking of the identities of these two people, he frowned slightly, turned around and asked Xu Zihang next to him in a low voice, "Is Song Ye dating Qin Zhan?"
He knew his son's thoughts and knew that he was very concerned about Song Ye's developments.
But this time, even Xu Zihang looked a little confused. His eyes fell on the hands that were held together. For a long time, he looked back to cover up the loss in his eyes, "I don't know."
As for the relationship between Song Ye and Qin Zhan, I think no one can explain it clearly except themselves.
In the eyes of outsiders who don't know the inside story, the two people who walked in, black and white, one big and one small, had a deep brotherly love, which made others envious.
While walking, Qin Zhan suddenly stopped and turned around in confusion and asked, "Did you use perfume?" It also had a very strong fragrance. Qin Zhan's nose was very sensitive and he could smell it as soon as he smelled it.
"Well, Sister Yun gave it to me. I said the happy event needs to be grand. Do you want it?" Song Ye replied calmly, her fingertips resting on the seam of her trousers a little stiff.
Hearing this, Qin Zhan shook his head and whispered to him: "Such a strong perfume is not suitable for you. I will buy it for you next time."
This kind of smell is only used by women who wear heavy makeup.
Qin Zhan was dissatisfied with Yunhua's carelessness, but he didn't know that Song Ye specially used strong perfume to cover up the bloody smell of the wound.
At twelve o'clock at noon, the bride was welcomed into the gate. Song Ye opened the car door and took Sister Yun on his arm to walk down the red carpet.
"Xiao Ye, have I gained weight?" Yun Hua put his hand on Song Ye's arm, his face so nervous that his smile was trembling.
Song Ye patted her hand gently, his cold brows and eyes filled with a gentle smile, "No, you are very beautiful today, more beautiful than ever."
Yunhua, whose belly has not yet shown her pregnancy, is still a bit slender. She is wearing a white tube top wedding dress with slim curves. The long trailing gauze skirt opens behind her like a huge lily.
The wedding is the most beautiful time in every woman's life, and the clouds at this moment are the most beautiful.
"Really? Haha, actually I'm just nervous. Fortunately, you're here, Xiaoye." Yunhua breathed a sigh of relief, stuck out his tongue playfully, like a child, with a sweet smile on his face, "Xiaoye, like this It's great, when I was in the mountains, I never dared to imagine that I could meet you, and be able to enter into a marriage with you on my arm like this."
"Xiaoye, thank you, thank you for rescuing me and giving me a second life." Walking into the banquet hall, stepping onto the high platform, passing through the flower door decorated with pink roses, when he was about to hand his hand to Yuan Song's , Yunhua turned his head and couldn't help but shed tears.
Along the way, everything she had was given to her by the young man in front of her. She would never forget the moment when the cellar door opened and Song Ye walked towards her.
"Sister Yun, it will be Brother Yuan who wipes your tears from now on." Song Ye raised the corner of his mouth and solemnly entrusted her hand to Yuan Song's. Those cold eyes were full of relief.
She has experienced two lives and witnessed Yun Hua's tragic death with her own eyes, so the feelings in her heart at this moment are no less than those of anyone else.
Being able to see Yunhua's happiness fulfilled her biggest wish.
"Xiaoye, don't worry, I will make Yunhua happy." Yuan Song also promised solemnly.
He respects Song Ye, both as the leader of the Night Gang and as Yun Hua's sister.
Song Ye smiled and stepped away, leaving the stage to the couple.
"Do you like this kind of wedding?" At some point, Qin Zhan came to her and looked at Song Ye staring at the stage for a moment, and asked casually.
Song Ye was stunned, and his heart moved. A pair of eyes that were no longer cold fell on the face of the man beside him, and he said seriously word for word: "I don't need a wedding, as long as there is such a person who can treat me sincerely, no matter what Stand by my side at all times, that’s enough.”