Yan Zhen simply ate something at home and then went back to his room to change his clothes. Shi Ying asked him to be the best man and he declined, but he was considered a member of the woman's family and it was inevitable to receive guests.
A royal blue BMW i8 car parked in front of the winery where the wedding was held.
The sound of brakes, along with its owner, are the protagonists in these lively days.
The next second, Yan Zhen, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, got out of the car, got out of the car, slammed the door with his backhand, and asked the young man to throw the key to him.
There were too many cars in front of the winery today, and he disdained such trivial matters as finding a parking space.
He took off his sunglasses, and not far away there was a woman wearing a white gauze low-cut skirt, running towards him.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a beautiful elf.
However, his expression was slightly gloomy. Damn woman, her chest is so low. Did she design this dress herself?
Go out early just to dress yourself up like a vase to attract men’s eyes?!
Just as she was flying over, he could already feel countless eyes directed towards his woman.
Yan Zhen narrowed his eyes and stood still, waiting for Sijin to happily run up to him. He pressed her into his arms with one hand and pinched her cheek hard.
"Sijin, you want to be beaten, eh?"
Sijin was so happy today that she didn't have her usual sharp cells. She leaned against him and acted coquettishly: "You lazy idiot, why did you come just now? I'm almost exhausted."
Today she wore a pair of nine-centimeter high heels, just to show off her beautiful legs. Unexpectedly, after standing for two hours, her feet almost couldn't bear it.
Although her leg injury has long since healed, it was a mistake to dress too high today.
She buried herself in Yan Zhen's arms, poked his chest, and begged in a low voice: "Zhen Zhen, can you buy me a pair of lower high heels now?"
"Deserve it!"
Yan Zhi's mouth didn't hurt, but he put his hands around her waist and left with his woman in his arms in front of the public.
In the next room to the bride's lounge, Sijin sat on the bed and beat her legs.
Yan Zhen went out for a long time before pushing the door in and bought her a pair of flat shoes and even a small dress in his hand.
"Changed."
When Sijin opened it and took a look, her face immediately fell: What, I just don’t want something too high, so you buy me a flat one, but I won’t wear it! Also, I have a dress, I made it myself, Lian Jia
The wedding dress Jia wore was designed by me myself, and they all said it was stunningly beautiful."
Yan Zhen hugged his chest, condescendingly, and his eyes were slightly unhappy.
Sijin didn't look at him, sitting on the bed and sulking.
"What shoes are Jiajia wearing today?" Yan Zhen sighed and decided to understand.
"She is different. She is pregnant, so of course she has to wear flat shoes."
"Then is she the bride today?" Yan Zhen raised his eyebrows, "You only get married once. Do you have to steal all the limelight from her and ruin this beautiful wedding?"
Sijin replied, "How could I ruin Jiajia's wedding? You are trying to cover me up again."
"Does it mean that you have robbed her of the limelight and ruined her title as the most beautiful bride? On her wedding day, that bride can tolerate others stealing her limelight, but you still act like her good sisters all day long. This kind of thing is a shame.
You can do it too." The more Yan Zhi spoke, the more disappointed his expression became, making Si Jin's face fall.
After what he said, she really felt a little bit wrong.