"Anyway, just promise me. You are my favorite little sister. I hope you will be as happy as before every day."
"You are not happy, how can I be happy?" Ming Keai ran back to the room, picked up something, and ran to the living room.
*
"Xuan Junyu, Yinhuan insists on marrying you. I have no choice but if you dare to make her cry once, I will never let you go." Mingche warned.
"Hyun Junyu, raise your hands!" With a sweet shout, a stream of water hit Xuan Junyu's face accurately, and Ming Kei fell from the sky like a Sailor Moon, and almost didn't say "I represent the moon"
"Destroy you".
It turned out that the lovely lady was holding a water gun that she had played with when she was a child, and she was spraying it on Hyun Junyu.
"Lovely, what are you doing?" Mingche looked helplessly at this dumbfounding sister.
"Brother, don't worry about it. I'm going to drive this annoying guy away and get my sister back." Another string of water was shot out, and Ming Kei's face was no longer taken, but... Xuanjun's.
The key parts of Yu.
Mingche saw it, shook his head, smiled, and continued to look down at the wedding guest invitation list.
"Hahaha..." Unexpectedly, Xuan Junyu not only did not feel embarrassed, but laughed loudly, "Little cutie, your water gun is not big enough for sleeping."
"You! You're still laughing, hurry up and leave." Xuan Junyu continued to ejaculate and squirt, and Xuan Junyu deliberately ran. The two chased and beat each other until they reached the big lawn outside the villa.
Ming Keai insisted on the truth of not giving up and chased Hyun Junyu with a gun.
Suddenly, she bumped into a thick wall, and a familiar strong breath came. When she raised her head, she saw a gloomy face.
"Brother Zhehuan..."
"Follow me!" Ye Zhehuan took Ming Keai's hand and walked towards the garden.
"Hey, wait a minute. There's still water in my water gun. I haven't finished pumping it yet. No, let's wait..." Ming Keai tried hard to break away from Ye Zhehuan's hand, thinking about how to get rid of the things she didn't like.
drive people away.
Ye Zhehuan finally stopped, but Ming Keai braked unsteadily and bumped into him again.
"Brother Zhehuan, why do you always stop when you say it? My nose will become flat." Ming Keai reached out and touched the tip of her nose to show her dissatisfaction.
Ye Zhehuan looked at her, and suddenly, with a strong force, he pulled her into his arms, kissed her lips fiercely, and occupied her fresh lips in an almost predatory manner.
Ming Keai was stunned, her eyes were wide open, she blinked twice, and her lips were slightly opened. What is Brother Zhehuan doing?
Ye Zhehuan took advantage of her daze to insert his tongue into her mouth, absorbing her sweetness, wrapping around and sucking.
"Well..." Ming Keai finally realized that brother Zhehuan wanted to eat her tongue. She started to push him hard, but he held her tighter and tighter until he turned around and pushed her against the wall, his body pressed against her.
Her, feeling the soft and warm touch.
His lips became more and more fierce, and the inexperienced Ming Keai was almost out of breath.
Such a raging feeling, everything is so strange to Ming Keai.
Finally, he left her lips, but still held her body tightly, which was as tender as milk.
"Brother Zhehuan, you..."
"Don't get so close to Xuan Junyu in the future!" Kawaii is the treasure he grew up watching, and he will never allow others to take a look at her beauty and kindness.
She fainted. How come things always turn out unexpectedly?
*
Ye Yinhuan and Xuan Junyu were going to take wedding photos, and Mingche went to try on wedding dresses with her. He asked his good friend, a French fashion designer, to design and customize six sets of expensive wedding dresses.
"Actually, I can just go by myself." She was obviously going to marry Xuan Junyu, but that person didn't appear often, and the one who always accompanied her was Ming Che.
"I want to go." It was just three words, but Ye Yinhuan understood that when he spoke in this tone, no one could change his decision.
The wedding dresses were so dazzlingly beautiful that they seemed to scream exclamation. There were six sets of completely different styles, but each one worn on Ye Yinhuan could be described in four words - "beautiful."
Mingche sat on the chair and looked at her standing not far away. She was quiet and beautiful, a little indifferent, but the indifference in her bones made her more precious and her temperament more unique.
However, such a beautiful person does not belong to him.
"Brother, does it look good?"
Mingche stood up, walked to her side, and fixed her veil. The sunlight came in through the screen window and shone on the two of them. An orange halo lingered around them. The two of them looked as beautiful as a fairy tale.
The prince and princess in the picture, the prince’s eyes are gentle and expressive, and the princess is also staring at the prince.
Every move Ming Che makes is so elegant and charming, and he has a natural aristocratic temperament that makes people unable to take their eyes away.
At this time, the photographer on the side secretly took a picture of the two standing together.
After trying on wedding dresses and deciding which one to wear, Ye Yinhuan went to the bathroom. After entering, she heard a voice coming from outside. The person speaking was a staff member:
"Come and see, don't you think Master Che and Miss Yin Huan are a couple? Don't be fooled."
"Yes, look at how kind Master Che is to Miss Yinhuan, he dotes on her so much that it makes people jealous."
"I just saw that Miss Yin Huan accidentally tripped, and Master Che became extremely nervous and scolded his subordinates."
"Also, Miss Yinhuan was a little tired when she tried on the dress, and Master Che let her lie in her arms. I'm really envious."
"Why don't you think Miss Yinhuan marries Master Che? You see, Master Che's father is Ming Baishang. He is rich and dedicated. For so many years, not even a woman has appeared by his side.
.”
Ye Yinhuan leaned against the wall and slowly lowered her body. She covered her face and cried silently.
When leaving, the photographer gave the captured photos to Mingche:
"Master Che, this photo is so beautiful, like a romantic fairy tale."
Ye Yinhuan also looked over, and they looked... very right in the photo, as if they had been together in their previous life.
Mingche looked at it and felt sour in his heart. It was beautiful, but fairy tales were all fake, weren't they?
He smiled slightly and said:
"No, I'll give it to you. Let's go, Yin Huan."
Then, under the regretful eyes of everyone, the two left together.
*
In the car, the two of them sat together and looked out the window respectively. The sun was going down and the sunset was beautiful.
"Yinhuan, do you really love Xuan Junyu? Or did you agree to his proposal for other reasons?" After a long time, Mingche looked away and asked.