"Master, it's time to go out to pick up your husband. If you continue to linger like this, you'll miss the hour later, beware of bad luck." Mu Tou didn't know where he came from, and stretched out his hand to pull her out, chattering on his lips, "You Didn't you always look forward to getting married before? Why is it that you are the least anxious person?"
Lu Feng felt strange and looked down at the clothes on her body. It was indeed a wedding dress worn by a married couple. She tugged at the big red flower on her chest and asked, "Woo, who am I marrying?"
Mu Tou was stunned when he heard the words, looked at her as if he was looking at something strange, and then grinned, "Master, are you kidding me? Of course you married..."
Lu Feng frowned. She could hear everything, but she couldn't hear the name of the person that Wood said at the end. He asked again, "Are you repeating who I married?"
Mu Tou finally became serious, reached out and touched her forehead, worried: "You just changed your clothes, you are not knocking your head and losing your memory, right?"
"Woo, who am I going to marry?" Lu Feng pulled her hand off his forehead and repeated the previous question.
"Yes... ah, did you really forget?"
Lu Feng can be sure that he can't hear the name anymore.
Mu Tou pulled her out, pushed her to mount, and walked in one direction with the welcoming team.
The person was successfully picked up from the house and carried into the sedan chair.
Until the time of the worship, Lu Feng was still thinking, who am I marrying
The author has something to say: Little Theater
Crazy all the way: Quickly lift your hijab and let me see who you are
Sweet treat: It's him, it's him, it's him, your husband, sweet treat!
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Thank you Lancome for your vote in the column
Thank you for the rainy and cold landmines
Thank you Qianhuangji for the mines
I love you, Mumu~