"Really?" Song Zixuan sat down on the chair, "I, Second Young Master Song, can just buy this place, so what if I hold a wedding?"
The priest suppressed his blush and said nothing
"How about it?" Song Zixuan took out a check and said, "Let the newlyweds wait a little longer."
The priest didn't care about money, but Song Zixuan's momentum was too strong and he couldn't afford to offend him, so he had no choice but to nod and say yes.
Zhong Zhenzhen saw this scene right before his eyes. Is Song Zixuan so interested in Wu Wanwan?
So does she still have a chance?
"Father, is there a prayer cabinet here?" Song Zixuan raised his voice and asked. He deliberately wanted to lure Zhong Zhenzhen there. After all, he was still afraid that Zhong Zhenzhen would know that he was getting married and eventually choose to give up on him.
At least, if you slap someone, you still have to give a candy.
"Yes." The priest led the way, "Follow me."
But Zhong Zhenzhen was still fooled.
She sneaked into the prayer closet while they were away
The prayer cabinet is specially designed for those who want to pray for their loved ones. Its principle is actually like a tree hole. Say what you are holding in your heart and then bury it.
When they got to the prayer cabinet, the priest walked away
Song Zixuan pretended to be sad, and his voice also sounded sad.
He said: "I will get married the day after tomorrow, but why do people always fall in love with one person and marry another?"
Zhong Zhenzhen was stunned. Did the "other" in Song Zixuan's mouth refer to her?
I really want to ask him, Zhong Zhen really wants to
"Alas..." Song Zixuan let out a long sigh
"I never thought that I would have this day. I must have watched too many TV dramas. I actually imagined that she would come to stop my wedding. Have you ever seen the priest in Shanghai Beach? Xu Wenqiang rushed into the church to stop Feng Chengcheng from getting married. Although
I am not a woman, I am a man, but I also hope that the woman I love will be as strong as Xu Wenqiang, so I will be her little man for the rest of my life. But will she come?"
Song Zixuan's voice was very low, with hopeless persistence and determination to fight to the death at the last moment. Although the volume was not loud, it could be heard clearly by Zhong Zhenzhen.
At this time, Zhong Zhenzhen, who was locked in the cabinet, had his hands tangled together, tears welling up in his eyes.
It was okay not to know what Song Zixuan was thinking before, but now that she knows, she is a little excited and wants to laugh a little bit