Although Nangong Feihong had already put on a veil on her face and under her hijab to cover her face.
But in the past, I had offended so many people with my arrogance and domineering behavior, so at today's wedding, there will definitely be people who want to embarrass me. So, how should I deal with it?
Nangong Feihong thought about it, clenching her teeth secretly. The hands under her sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, and her long nails dug into her hands, pricking thin bloodshot threads.
However, no matter how scared and frightened Nangong Feihong was, he still had to face this moment.
"The groom lifts the bride's head!" Nangong Feihong felt that even the ceremony officer's singing was filled with gloating and a good show.
A long and slender stick appeared under Nangong Feihong's hijab. Nangong Feihong shuddered and then closed his eyes tightly.
Forget it, you have to face what you have to face. Nangong Feihong, you have to remember all the shame you have experienced. Then in the future, it will be returned to Nangong Yueyao a thousand times.
The hijab was lifted, and as expected, at the banquet below, the dandy boys who were guilty of the former Nangong Feihong began to boo: "Why is Miss Nangong still separated by one floor!"
"That's right, Miss Nangong, I'm afraid it's unreasonable to do this!"
"That's right, Miss Nangong, lift up your veil quickly..."
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All kinds of ridicule and gloating were endless. Nangong Feihong only felt that these words were like huge rocks, every sentence, and all of them were overwhelming his chest, making him feel depressed every time he said it.
Can't tell.
Just when Nangong Feihong felt that she couldn't bear it anymore and felt that she wanted to explode, suddenly, a pair of warm hands held her cold hand in the palm of her hand.
Looking at the warm, white, extraordinarily slender and beautiful hands in her hands, Nangong Feihong saw a handsome and gentle face, a smile without any grudges and warm eyes.
Nangong Feihong suddenly remembered that it seemed that his literature teacher once taught him a sentence, which was called: "A humble gentleman is as gentle as jade."
The owner of the hand opened his mouth at this time, and his voice was like gold and stone: "Everyone, I accidentally hurt my face during the sparring. I think everyone knows that. Isn't the most important thing for a woman is her appearance?
Because I hurt my face, I was afraid of disturbing everyone's interest, so I brought a gauze scarf. I hope everyone can understand and not pursue it any further."
Nangong Feihong looked at the man in front of her. So, is this her husband? Is this Ouyang Ruitian?
Could he be such a gentle and dazzling man?
Listening to Ouyang Ruitian's explanation for himself, Nangong Feihong felt his heart soften and heat up, and suddenly felt that this marriage was not so annoying to him.
After listening to Ouyang Ruitian's words, everyone naturally did not dare to be presumptuous anymore. So everyone calmed down and stopped making trouble for Nangong Feihong. So Nangong Feihong felt more and more grateful. In any case, this husband seemed to be pretty good.
Nangong Yueyao, who was sitting at the top, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Nangong Feihong, if you think your happiness is coming now, then you are really too naive.