Mr. Long's actions could not have been faster. In just one day, he had quickly informed all members of the family about the wedding date of Ye Shengge and Gong Ziji. The wedding date was scheduled for five days later, which happened to be Christmas Eve before Christmas.
It means a peaceful wedding, which is probably the old man’s original intention.
A press conference was held that afternoon. Ye Shengge and Gong Ziji attended in front of the camera and announced their wedding date to the world. Afterwards, TV news and newspapers reported it extensively. The Long family experienced the change of crown prince.
After this incident, another big news came - the newly appointed crown prince got married in a flash. This news finally became a sensation after being made a fuss.
Ye Shengge sat on the single sofa in the bridal shop and put down the magazine in his hand. The large photo on the cover of the magazine was of him and Gong Ziji.
The window of the bridal shop was very bright, showing off the scenery outside. Ye Shengge spread his hands on the sofa, and his black pupils looked at the road outside through an unknown focus.
The news on the open-air screen opposite was reporting his wedding date in a big way. The corners of his lips curled up. This effect was exactly what he wanted, and the bigger the fuss, the better.
The door of the fitting room was pushed open by a slender and white Jie Yi. Miyakoji, who was dressed in a white wedding dress, walked out of the fitting room with a shy smile on her lips and her watery eyes looking at him.
Ye Shengge, who was facing her, nervously grabbed the hem of her skirt that was touching the floor with both hands. "Sheng, does it look good?" Gong Ziji lifted the hem of her skirt and turned it around in front of his eyes, with a happy smile on her face.
The wavy skirt swayed in circles like water waves, as beautiful as a midsummer night's dream.
Ye Shengge put down her overlapping long legs and walked towards her. "It's beautiful," he looked at her affectionately. The next moment, his cold thin lips were printed on her porcelain white forehead. There was a slight sigh, and he stared down.
Her eyes said, "Zi Ji, I feel wronged to you. Because the wedding date is too urgent, I can't even give you a decent wedding dress."
Before he finished speaking, Miyako Ji's fingertips were already on his thin lips, "Sheng, don't say that, being able to marry you is the happiest thing for me. I don't care about these external things at all.
As long as I can be with you."
"And you haven't wronged me. I'm very satisfied with this wedding dress." She took his broad palm and stood in front of the dressing mirror. The woman in the mirror had fair and round shoulders. Perhaps it was because she was about to get married.
In the relationship, all the sharp edges and corners in the past have been erased, and only the tenderness and sweetness are focused on the man next to her.
Ye Shengge tucked her hair behind her ears, hugged her from behind, and placed his lips on the side of her neck, caressing her neck carefully.
Gong Ziji suddenly asked: "Sheng, are you really willing to marry me? Will you regret it?"
The chin with a slightly prickly beard stopped moving wildly, and Miyako-hime's blood immediately froze. She was just afraid that he would reply with that word.
Ye Shengge's lips came to hers from behind, kissed her on the cheek, and replied: "No," he looked at the two people hugging each other again, "Ziji, don't worry, keep yourself
give it to me."
"Yes," Miyako-hime's cheeks turned slightly red as she turned to the embrace behind her, and she did not see the sharp light flashing in the eyes of the man behind her.
City University in C, Class A of the Department of Economics and Finance, it was break time. There was the sound of rustling brushes crossing the pages on the desk. A black head was nestled on the desk, concentrating on the paper in front of him.
painting.
The black pen and ink sang a melody and flowed across the paper. First, the clear and evil long eyes appeared, then the high bridge of the nose and thin lips, and then the entire charming outline of the man on the page appeared on the page.
Qian Lianxia put away her pen, dragging her chin and staring blankly at the outline of the man on the paper in front of her. Thinking of the scene in the small hotel that day, a certain little girl who had become a woman turned red.
Five fingers took turns tapping on her chin. Qian Lianxia nodded and finally made up her mind. It was time to tell her parents about their affairs. Although Ye Shengge was not a good person, according to her parents' non-feudal ideas, she should, maybe
,perhaps.
"Hey," Qian Lianxia sighed, helplessly lying on the desk. It's impossible, right?
Yang Yang followed the wind and jumped forward. The drawing paper in front of him was snatched away by a hand, and then a woman exaggeratedly shouted, "Oh, I caught you, Qian Lianxia, you are so big."
How dare you actually draw portraits of men in the dinosaur class, huh huh—"
The rest of the sound was blocked by a hand. Qian Lianxia almost jumped up from her seat and covered the mouth of a woman who was spreading rumors. Then she smiled dryly and shook her hand in the face of the surrounding eyes, "It's okay, it's okay.
, you continue, she just has a mental problem today."
All eyes turned back again and continued to focus on their own affairs. Qian Lianxia finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She unceremoniously took back the portrait from her deskmate, lowered her voice and threatened fiercely, "Fu Xiaonian, you dare to talk nonsense to me again, okay?" Qian Lianxia put down her hand, her clear eyes shot out a murderous look, no
The politeness instantly touched the fragile heart of my deskmate.
The deskmate named Fu Xiaonian panicked and covered his mouth in relief, looking pitifully at the woman next to him, which meant, boss, please let me go, I won't dare to do it again.
It's okay if you don't dare. Qian Lianxia also returned a look and pressed the portrait tightly under the textbook as if it were a treasure to resist the peeping eyes of a certain woman.
"But -" Fu Xiaonian touched his smooth chin in a scholarly manner, "Why do I think the man in this painting looks so familiar? Have I seen him somewhere?"
Qian Lianxia rolled her eyes gracefully, "Please, every time you see a man, you feel familiar, okay?"
Her voice softened, with a touch of sweetness, "How could you have seen him?" She thought of the recent incident with the crown prince, and then said in a daze: "Oh, maybe you have actually seen him."
Fu Xiaonian was still thinking hard, "No, I have really seen him somewhere."
"I seem to have seen it in some entertainment newspaper. The newspaper seems to have said that this man is getting married. Wait, let me look for it." She lowered her head and rummaged through the entire desk before screaming, and finally collapsed in frustration.
Fell on the desk, "I forgot, that newspaper is at my home."
"However, you can go look for it yourself. The man in that newspaper is really similar to your man." She suddenly became energetic again and suddenly realized: "By the way, have you read the recent news?
It seems that a ** kid is getting married. The news is quite sensational. You can check it out. It seems to be that ** kid."
Qian Lianxia threw a textbook on Fu Xiaonian's head, "You think everyone is you, I'm not interested in entertainment news, let alone those ** children," Qian Lianxia pursed her lips, "
Hurry up and sit down, it’s time for class.”
"Are you telling the truth?" Fu Xiaonian covered his head in grievance, making a miserable gesture.