The two people's expressions carried this action with piety and carefulness.
Until the ring was exchanged, the applause was thunderous.
There were even bold people who coaxed, "Kissing, kissing ~~", even tall, even Ning Xiaotong couldn't help but follow the fun.
Emperor Fu, who was standing at the chairman of the guest, looked at this lively scene with a smile. There was a kind of thing called moving slowly.
It's my own home. It's so good!
Luo Qian's cheek had a touch of blush, but he couldn't bear the enthusiastic desire of guests. He lifted his toes and kissed Song Gang's lips.
The people below began to be reluctant, "No, no."
In desperation, Song Gang had to hold Luo Qian's waist and deepened the kiss.
It lasted about tens of seconds, and the talents who cheered and celebrated were willing to stop.
At the end of the wedding ceremony, everyone moved to the lawn outside the church, waiting for the bride to hold the flowers.
Luo Qian stood at a high place. There was a group of girls who were not married. The expression on her face was very excited.
Xiaotong pushed into the crowd, but he retreated to the crowd. Watching the girls excitedly reached out and prepared to pick up the bouquet, her heart was a little sad. Why, she was a woman who had given birth to a child, naturally
Can't grab the flowers with these tender girls.
She consciously exited, Luo Qian looked in her eyes, but when she turned around, she lifted a cunning smile at the corner of her lips.
Xiaotong, don't you want to grab the bouquets, right? I want to throw it to you!
Thinking in my heart, I took a force in my hand, and accurately threw the bouquet in my hand to the direction of the little pupil.
The girls smiled at a hip -hop, and stretched their hands to the bouquet made of the white star and the big red rose.
The flower language of the star is true love, the flower language of roses, love, eternity.
Girls are looking forward to being a lucky one, but the bouquet is a beautiful parabolic line, and she smashes straight on the little pupil.
Xiaotong's subconscious caught, her expression was still inexplicable. She seemed to be, and she didn't mean to grab the bouquet.
Before she turned back, the girls all gathered around, "Congratulations, you received a bouquet. The next bride, it's you."
Huang Fuxi smiled forward, holding her arm, naughty, "Xunzi!"
Xiaotong was sulking, Luo Qian raised his skirt and switched forward, and squeezed her eyes narrowly, "Dear, do you want to thank me?"
Xiaoxiang smiled helplessly, "Qian Qian, don't take you like this."
Luo Qian smiled, "Why, don't you want to marry Huangfu?"
"That's it," Huangfu also followed, "Do you not want to be my sister -in -law?"
Xiaotong was so speechless by the two of them, but the eyes were sweet, and the gentle eyes crossed the crowd, searching for the long familiar figure in the crowd.
After all, I finally found him.
The man was standing out of the crowd far away, and he was calling. Through so far, Xiaotong could still see his sword eyebrows tightly, his expression on his face was solemn and dignified, and the festive atmosphere was completely opposite.
Her heart suddenly felt uneasy.
Holding the bouquet, she crossed the crowd and walked over in his direction.