Wen Lunhua and others flew back from abroad on the same day.
Wen family.
As soon as Wen Zhiyuan and his wife returned home, they hurriedly arranged for their son's wedding. They called to order suits and wedding dresses and took action in person, not allowing others to interfere. "The latest suits and wedding dresses that your company wants to use as collector's editions were delivered within three hours.
Price direction is not an issue.”
Camille was busy helping the two of them choose furniture. Although she didn't know if her brother would enjoy it, since they were getting married, everything must be brand new so that they can have the joy of getting married.
Wen Zhiyuan and his wife had to prepare everything today, because tomorrow is the big day for Yan Zhen and Wen Lunhua's wedding. They invited a lot of people to organize it. Just to write the invitation, they invited a hundred people to write it. It can be seen that
The scene is so grand.
Everyone was busy working, leaving time for Yan Zhen and Wen Lunhua.
The two were sunbathing on the balcony. Wen Lunhua said that he hadn't had a good time in the sun for a long time. When he said this, a deep melancholy flashed across the young man's handsome face.
Yan Zhen smiled and held his hand, and the two of them sat quietly on the balcony and basked in the sun.
"Auntie and the others will take care of everything today. Tomorrow, I will be your bride." Yan Zhen smiled, her pink face like a peach blossom in full bloom.
Wen Lunhua gently fiddled with her hair, loving her so much, "What is your dream wedding?"
Yan Zhen smiled, blinked and said, "Can I say something?"
Wen Lunhua nodded.
"I hope that with everyone's blessings, we can sit in a hanging basket and rise into the air together. The hanging basket is filled with nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, and we can lie quietly in it and smell the fragrance of the flowers." Yan Zhen buried her head.
On his chest, "Very vain, isn't it?"
"No." After Wen Lunhua finished speaking, he took out the phone and repeated Yan Zhen's words to the other side.
Yan Zhen was shocked and said with a smile, "I was just joking."
Wen Lunhua stretched out his hand and gently held her face. Her face was very red, like fine wine, intoxicating. He said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, just like it."
Yan Zhen looked at him shyly, and couldn't help but move her lips to kiss his pale lips.
Why is God so cruel to this young man she loves so much?
Wen Lunhua was stunned and let her kiss him gently.
Yan Zhen stubbornly pressed her lips to his, holding his cold lips in her mouth. Her heart ached so much that it almost broke. But she promised him that she could not cry again, and she would never cry again.
Wen Lunhua circled her, turning from defense to offense. His cold lips lightly brushed over every inch of her soft lips, plundering her beauty. This was the girl he loved so much.
Tossing and turning, the affection is deep.
The sun shone warmly on the two people kissing each other.