"In our place, only Luo Xue and Ming Yue are not married yet, so Luo Xue, you have to seize the opportunity. With your martial arts, it shouldn't be a problem to grab the bouquet." An Xiaoqiao gave Luo Xue an ambiguous look.
"There is also Moyang. Moyang is also my sister. I wonder if Moyang will grab it?" Xiang Ziluo said worriedly.
"Ahem, Ziluo, do you think Mo Yang can grab the bouquet?" An Xiaoqiao rolled her eyes at Xiang Ziluo and asked Mo Yang to grab the bouquet. This is definitely the greatest miracle of the year.
"Even if she throws it in front of Mo Yang, she won't pick it up," Luo Xue said angrily.
"The time has come, Xiao Qiao, are you ready?" Yao Zhihan came in hurriedly and said
"No hurry, no rush, I'm ready. Where is Moyang? She wants to be my relative, is the priest ready?"
"Everything is fine, all that's missing is you."
At this time, Mo Yang walked in, wearing a lavender long dress, noble and elegant
"Mo, Mo Yang, you are so beautiful." An Xiaoqiao's eyes were full of surprise, and finally her eyes fell on Mo Yang's chest. She didn't expect that Mo Yang would be so attractive in women's clothing.
“Have you seen enough?”
"That's enough, that's enough. I know you are actually very good to me, Mo Yang, I really love you to death..."
An Xiaoqiao wanted to rush over and give Mo Yang a hug, but Mo Yang dodged and An Xiaoqiao hugged her empty.
"Can you go?" Mo Yang's expression was not very good. She hated being watched.
"Haha, it's okay." An Xiaoqiao took Mo Yang's hand and felt depressed. She was already wearing high heels, so why was she still shorter than Mo Yang?
The wedding march echoed throughout the temple, solemn and melodious, warm and romantic
Xiang Mochen reluctantly acted as a priest, "Today, all our relatives and friends gathered in front of God to witness the sacred marriage contract between the groom Ming Chuhan and the bride An Xiaoqiao, and to pray for God's blessing on the newlyweds."
Chu Han stood elegantly above the temple, wearing a white tuxedo, looking like a medieval prince.
Everyone calmed down and the wedding march slowly changed from melodious to solemn...
"Now the bride's escort, Miss Suo, will escort the bride and hand the bride into the hands of the groom."
An Xiaoqiao wore a white floor-length wedding dress, pure and flawless, solemn and sacred. She held a red rose in one hand and held Mo Yang in the other as she walked into the palace.
Everyone’s eyes are full of surprise and praise
"The escort now unveils the bride"
Mo Yang lifted An Xiaoqiao's veil and gently kissed Xiao Qiao's cheek.
Xiao Qiao was so moved that she kissed Mo Yang hard on the cheek, "Thank you, Mo Yang."
"Chu Han, Xiao Qiao, may God bless you" Mo Yang handed Xiao Qiao's hand to Chu Han's