That smile was as beautiful as a blooming flower, dazzling and dazzling, with a hint of fatal handsomeness hidden in it.
"How is it?" Zhao Yi immediately asked nervously.
"Father, you can continue." Qin Ran ignored him and turned to the priest.
"Okay, right away." The priest who came back to his senses immediately held up the oath and read out again: "Miss Qin, are you willing to marry Mr. Zhao as your wife, live with him according to the teachings of the Bible, and become one with him before God? Love him, comfort him, respect him, protect him as you love yourself. Whether he is sick or healthy, rich or poor, remain loyal to him until you leave this world?"
"I do!" This time Qin Ran finally cooperated obediently.
She agreed, she finally agreed, and Zhao Yi was so excited that he almost couldn't help but jump up.
"Now that the newlyweds are getting married..." The priest was about to say that they could exchange rings, but then he remembered that they had no rings to exchange at all, and quickly changed his tune, "The groom can kiss the bride!"
As soon as the priest finished speaking, Zhao Yi immediately held up Qin Ran's face, kissed her hard with the priest in front of her, and performed a French wet kiss in public.
The priest glanced at them and blushed at their bold and unbridled French wet kiss. He had never seen such a difficult newcomer, nor had he seen such an unscrupulous newcomer. He finally opened his eyes today, but it was finally a success. Chengcheng withdrew, and the priest quietly exited the auditorium, leaving space for the enthusiastic couple.
