In other words, getting married is to give an explanation?? An explanation to the old parents and parents - to oneself who has gritted his teeth and worked hard for the past twenty years????
But, why do I feel that this explanation is suddenly not important at all???
If I marry Bingbing, I will really be happy and have children and grandchildren from now on???
Sometimes I feel that the dress is not pleasing to my eyes, sometimes I feel that the wedding ring is not right, and sometimes I feel that what is the meaning of this engagement? People all get married directly, but Bingbing's family is a scholarly family with many rules. It is boring to have an engagement ceremony.
The best man Song Weichao called again: "Yi Xiangxi, Mr. Yi, my ancestor, why haven't you gone out yet? You are procrastinating, and you can dress up better than the bride? My God, your old mother-in-law and father-in-law were impatient just now.
, asking me again and again if you are
What happened... And Bingbing, she is such a good-tempered person, but she has a dark face... What on earth are you playing? Brat, I have to skin you if I catch you... I've already
We are almost at your door... come out quickly..."
"Coming...I'll be right away...right away..."
He hurriedly pulled up his dress, feeling that it was more dazzling, so he simply took it off, still wearing a white shirt. This white shirt was the same one he had just brushed off his long black hair. After looking at the mirror for a long time, he felt that it was irritating.
But I don’t know which one to replace.
Suddenly I heard the doorbell ringing.
In the past, Mrs. Zhang opened the door, but today Mrs. Zhang had already gone to the hotel to help, and he was the only one at home. He thought it was Song Weichao and hurried to open the door.
The door opened, and the first thing he saw was a very large bouquet of flowers - a bouquet of gorgeous blue roses, overwhelming the sky. It took him a while before he could clearly see the face behind the roses.
It was a carefully decorated face, with rosy cheeks, bright eyes, and the richness between the eyebrows and eyes was like a red rose blooming in the morning - more fresh, charming, charming and moving than the first time he saw her.
This is the first time she has come dressed up on her own initiative. Even the green dress is so beautiful and friendly, like an apple in autumn. Her jade arms, pink thighs, red lips, white teeth...
…
His breathing slowly almost stopped - huh, maybe it's because the scent is familiar to her, the ecstasy of scent she brought to him... and the mixture of him and her.
That smell...
She was all smiles.
When she smiled, there was a playful and lively look on her eyebrows and eyes, just like he remembered when she chatted with his father on the phone, with a little bit of coquettishness, a little bit of playfulness, a little bit of playfulness...
…
His body was frozen, and he didn't know whether he was surprised or happy: "Wheat...Wheat...Wheat..."
She smiled at him.
Her expression was so, so gentle. Her eyes were so focused.
She stared at him with tenderness and sweetness.
Wheat, wheat!
For a moment, I was crazy. I didn’t care at all why she came here or why she came at such a moment. Really, nothing mattered anymore...
He made a mistake and reached out to hug her. Just like in the past two months, when he lied to her, confused her, bullied her, vented on her, and even, just like the last night, when he was with her
When he said goodbye with a mark on his lips...he embraced her with great joy.