The long-awaited wedding has finally arrived.

Zhuo Xuan sat in front of the mirror, admiring her beautiful appearance in her wedding dress, and her heart was very excited.

She held up the diamond crown on her head and said coquettishly: "Oh, this crown is so heavy. My neck is too thin, I can't bear it."

The bridesmaids, who had just finished changing into their bridesmaids' clothes and were not satisfied with the bridesmaids' clothes, listened to Versailles' words. They all exchanged glances and blew a wave of rainbow farts, "Look at our Xuanxuan, we are so beautiful, so beautiful!"

Zhuo Xuan felt even more beautiful after receiving the compliment. She looked at her sisters again, covered her mouth and couldn't help but scream, "Oh my god, why are you so fat?"

"..."

This sentence offended the entire bridesmaid group, and the four plastic sisters all had their faces dropped and almost rolled their eyes in the sky.

Zhuo Xuan was picky when choosing a wedding dress for herself, but this bridesmaid's dress seemed to be picked up randomly from a street stall. It was a pink Republic of China skirt. It was separated at the top and bottom, and there was some exposed flesh.

They had doubts about life as soon as they put it on, and they wanted to take it off immediately and throw it in the bride's face!

When you say "sisters are here to witness my happiness", you are obviously using them as a foil, ah!

Zhuo Xuan was not satisfied with her makeup and said to the makeup artist: "My skin is too white, please help me put on a little more blush. Oh, I envy people with red bloodshot eyes. It's great to bring your own blush."

~"

One of the bridesmaids, who was worried about the redness on her face every day, was shot inexplicably, and cursed in her heart: "Damn it, isn't it just marrying someone? What's the big deal! I wish you another chance!"

In the dressing room, the bridesmaids were silent. Only Zhuo Xuan was doing a talk show and enjoying herself.

"A woman looks most beautiful in a wedding dress. It's a pity that I can only get married once in my life. It would be great if I could get married every day..."

"Mr. Yu!"

The bride's emotional voice was interrupted by waves of greetings. Zhuo Xuan's words were all stuck in her throat. Her heart skipped a beat. She turned to look at Yu Jinwen and smiled nonchalantly, "Brother Jin~"

The Queen of Versailles suddenly transformed into a little woman.

Yu Jinwen was wearing a well-tailored white suit, and he was as noble and reserved as a nobleman walking out of a medieval oil painting. The eyes of the bridesmaids turned into red hearts, and the blazing flames of jealousy burned them.

How virtuous is this little bitch Zhuo Xuan that she is so lucky to marry such a handsome and rich man!

Yu Jinwen walked towards Zhuo Xuan and asked with concern, "How are you preparing? Can your body hold up?"

Zhuo Xuan's eyes flashed and she said coquettishly: "I'm fine. I'm not as delicate as you think."

She quickly changed the subject and looked Yu Jinwen up and down, "My man is indeed the most handsome no matter what he wears. Brother Jin, from today on, I want to call you by another name."

At this time, the sister group came together and joked, "What do you want to call me? Husband? Husband-in-law? Or an official?"

"Oh, you guys hate them. Those titles are too vulgar. I don't want them."

Zhuo Xuan's face was full of embarrassment. She raised her big eyes with colored contact lenses and false eyelashes to look at Yu Jinwen. Her voice was tender and gentle: "I'll call you 'A Jin', okay?"

Yu Jinwen's originally gentle face was immediately cracked, and a vague and familiar voice came from his ears——

"Ajin, don't move. I'll change your clothes."

"Ajin, don't worry, as long as you insist on doing rehabilitation, you will definitely be able to stand up! I will always be with you!"

"Ajin, are you off work? I cooked a lot of dishes, including fried shrimps and sweet and sour pork ribs, which are your favorites!"

"Ajin, don't ignore me..."

"Snapped!"

A lot of snacks were thrown on the coffee table. Nan Song sat cross-legged on the sofa, casually opened a bag of potato chips, and stared at the screen with an expressionless face. On the screen was a live broadcast of the wedding, which was exclusive to the world.
Chapter completed!