The golden dome of the Romantic Hotel is bathed in the sun. At the gate, a row of gorgeous luxury cars are parked neatly, making it look full of momentum.
On the green lawn that can accommodate thousands of people, there are many celebrities gathered and full of seats.
The wedding of the wealthy young man Leng Yunting and the star Luo Qingxue will be held here!
The huge Baroque relief plaster door is carefully decorated with thousands of white roses into the shape of a heart-shaped flower wall, which looks like a dreamy fairyland.
On both sides of the road paved with red carpets, next to the white banquet, flowers and purple veils are dotted everywhere. The breeze blows, and the purple veils flutter, and the petals of various colors fly in the air, like beautiful butterflies.
The atmosphere is extremely romantic.
On the huge stage in the center, fountains were sprayed around. Under the flower gate not far away, a pair of newlyweds stood side by side.
Logically, it was originally supposed to be the woman's father who took his daughter with his hands and walked halfway through the journey, and then handed over the daughter to his son-in-law. However, Luo Qingxue's life experience was special, and this period was consciously pinched off.
The groom Leng Yunting was wearing a black Versace suit, handsome and tall body, and just simply stood there, he had a cold and arrogant and strong aura that no one could ignore. And Luo Qingxue beside him,
As the white veil was blowing, the breeze blew, and layers of veil were floating. She was like the God of Luo who was approaching the water, floating like the wind returning to the snow.
More importantly, the two people who are dazzling in this way have a gentle smile like spring breeze on their faces. The ten fingers that hold each other tightly show the two people's yearning for marriage and feelings.
At twelve o'clock, the bell rang.
The originally noisy venue instantly quieted down.
Under the slow wedding sonata, Leng Yunting took Luo Qingxue's hand and walked slowly along the red carpet.
The two of them stood together, and a few words flashed in front of everyone's eyes - "A man and woman are beautiful, a perfect match."
Even Yu Zexiao, who had always been against Leng Yunting, didn't speak at this moment. Looking at the two of them slowly moving, there was a little envy in their eyes.
Maybe, he really should find a girlfriend?
There was no more time, and when the marriage sonata fell, they happened to walk above the stage.
After the two of them stood still, the pastor solemnly cut a cross on his chest.
"Miss Luo Qingxue, please solemnly swear in front of God: Are you willing to marry Mr. Leng Yunting as your wife, love him and protect him, whether you are sick, healthy, rich or poor, always be loyal to him and yours
marriage."
"I do!" Luo Qingxue answered immediately, looking at him gently, with a gentle smile between his eyebrows and eyes.
Holding his ten fingers of his hand, he couldn't help but use a little strength.
The pastor looked at Leng Yunting again: "Mr. Leng Yunting, please solemnly swear in front of God: Are you willing to marry Miss Su Qingyue as your wife, love her, and comfort her, whether you are sick or healthy, rich or poor,
Always be loyal to her and your marriage.”
Leng Yunting also looked at Luo Qingxue, and a faint gentle smile emerged from his deep black pupils, and a warm heat flowed into his heart. The corners of his lips were slightly opened.
He nodded: "I..."
Just then, a commotion suddenly came from outside!
"Ruoxue, don't be willful! Your hasty decision will harm you for the rest of your life!"