"Oh, I'll just wait." Feng Jicheng smiled and rubbed Simiao's fluffy wool rolls. He liked that when she first got up, he was the first man he saw. He liked to see her look so cute.
He walked into the house without any courtesy, looking as lazy as a pig who was still awake.
Most of the 100-meter-long rooms are mainly white. The generous decoration shows that the owner likes a simple life. On the tea machine in the center, there is a bouquet of red roses?!
Feng Jicheng couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis. Simiao's charm was still unstoppable even with Tongtong by his side. In Greece for more than a year, he had solved more than a dozen suitors in the bud. This sender
Who gave her the rose? Why didn't the spy he sent receive any news? He asked casually, "These roses are withered, who sent them?".
Before Simiao could answer, Tongtong had already said, "Uncle, you can rest assured, it was given to me by a female classmate in the class, and I gave it to mommy." He was helpless, because the female classmate insisted on giving it to him.
"Oh" Feng Ji Chengming smiled. No wonder his informant didn't report. Who is the informant? It was the little boy in front of him who had booked a flight and was almost inseparable from Simiao. "What are you doing booking a flight to Paris?"
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"Mommy's best friend is getting married, so I have to go to the wedding." Tongtong looked at the computer screen intently, answering Feng Jicheng's words, and prepared to book two tickets.
"Wait a minute." Feng Jicheng took Tongtong's mouse, changed 2 to 3, and blinked his big deep eyes at Tongtong, "I'm fine anyway, let's go together." Mainly because he was worried, Simiao's
He has seen the charm. She has a lazy and natural beauty when she is not dressed up, but she is extremely beautiful with a little dressing up. How can she let her go to the wedding by herself? It would be bad if there is another love rival. He has a handsome face.
His expression was startled, and he looked at Simiao, who was also in a daze, and guessed that she was also thinking, that is, will Ouyang Ji also attend?!
The floating clouds in the blue sky seem to transform into a sweet heart shape, and melodious music echoes in the sky. The solemn and sacred Notre Dame de Paris in Gothic style is decorated with lilies, the fragrance is filled, and the white gauze is flowing like a dream.
Simiao's graceful figure is wearing a white dress, her delicate face is covered with light makeup, and her woolen curly hair is casually styled on her shoulders. She is charming and charming. She looks up at the huge and exquisite rose glass window and inadvertently lowers her eyebrows and smiles.
, they all jumped into the sight of the men around them like angels.
Of course, all this was seen by Feng Jicheng. He came here as a flower protector and wanted to deal with any possible love rivals as soon as possible. His flamboyant golden hair was slightly blocked by his deep bangs.
His eyes were mysterious and noble, his handsome face was filled with a cold and unruly aura, and his golden-proportioned figure was wearing a gray shiny suit. He walked up to Simiao and put her arm on his.
on, a silent announcement that she is my female companion!
The arrogance and unruliness exuded by Feng Jicheng made the men around Simiao leave happily, while the ladies looked at Simiao with envy for having such a boyfriend.
"Why did you come out? Han Xue is waiting for you in the dressing room." Feng Ji Chengjun raised his face as brightly as the sun and led Simiao to the last row of seats. The reason is very simple, just in case Ouyang Ji comes.
, he would have thought that Simiao was sitting in the first row, so he looked up from the first row, but when he found the last row, he and Simiao had already left...
There were so many people attending the wedding that Ouyang Ji and Simiao just passed each other. She was standing on the left side of the rose glass window, and he was standing on the right side of the rose glass window, but they were both too focused on looking at the roses.
The glass windows were closed, but we couldn't see each other through the dense crowd.
Ouyang Ji, who has a tall figure and is wearing a black suit, is as handsome as Satan, cold and mysterious, every line of his handsome face seems to be drawn with indifferent paint, and his thin lips are pursed in an evil arc, so
Wherever he went, he would definitely attract the attention of ladies, but he just scanned the crowd with his sharp and dark eyes like an eagle. When he didn't see the person he was looking for, he lowered his eyelids and walked away.
The straight and melancholy figure walked towards the most inconspicuous corner, so that she would not see him, so that she would not have time to escape; stupid woman, do you want to avoid me, you didn't even come to the wedding of Han Xue and Tai Junxi
Have you participated?
Simiao followed Feng Jicheng to sit in the last row, the most hidden corner. She understood what Feng Jicheng meant, and this was what she meant too. She didn't want to see Ouyang Ji again, the one she had never loved deeply.
A man who doesn’t dare to love anymore.
The beautiful wedding march, both Feng Jicheng and Simiao had forgotten. There was a person who could best prove that Simiao was here. Because he wanted to be a flower girl, he walked in the front of the bride and groom and became a person that relatives and friends could not ignore.
, has undoubtedly become the focus, or the shining point, in Ouyang Ji's eyes.
He was ecstatic, and his dark eyes stared unblinkingly at the boy wearing a tuxedo, with a pink face and a cool frown. He was none other than the little guy he had not seen for more than a year. This boy
The little guy has grown taller and seems to have lost weight. Since the little guy is here, the stupid woman will definitely come too. She looked around at the seats, looking for Simiao's figure.
Simiao's clear eyes looked at the most beautiful protagonist today, Han Xue, who was wearing a white gauze. Next to her stood the prince-like groom Tai Junxi in a white suit. Their faces were full of sweetness... Listening to the pastor
Asked, "Mr. Tai Junxi, under the witness of God and relatives and friends, are you willing to marry Miss Han Xue as your wife? No matter whether you are poor or rich in the future, whether you live, old, sick, or die, you will be loyal to her and protect her. Are you willing to take care of her all your life?"
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Tai Junxi's deep eyes stared at Han Xue, this little woman who loves him regardless of everything. It is his happiness to have her love, and solemnly and affectionately said, "I do."
"Miss Han Xue, under the witness of God and relatives and friends, are you willing to marry Mr. Tai Junxi as your husband? No matter whether you are poor or rich in the future, whether you live, old, sick or die, you will be loyal to him and care about him. Are you willing to accompany him for the rest of your life?".
Han Xue stared at Tai Junxi, the man she had been secretly in love with for eight years, pursued for a year, fell in love with for a year, and finally married him in ten years. Her long eyelashes fluttered and she blinked.
A string of crystal tears fell down, and she sobbed, "I do, I do, I do."
There was laughter and applause of blessings all around, and the romantic music promised him and her a life forever. Tai Junxi lovingly wiped away the tears on Han Xue's face. When the pastor said, because of the authorization given to me by God, I now declare
You are married and can kiss each other.
Tai Junxi held Han Xue's pretty face with both hands and placed the first passionate kiss between husband and wife on her lips!
Simiao looked at the two kissing happily and kept laughing. She laughed and cried.