The four eyes were opposite, the reputation met her, and the deep eyes were not sad or happy.

She's really beautiful. She's so beautiful that she can't help kissing her.

Su Xiaoxiao avoided his sight and his heart was hanging high.

Many guests came to the wedding today. An Zhenyang is a political commissar. He works in state institutions and has certain contacts.

Since its establishment, Berian has made many friends in the business community.

Today is a gathering of rich and powerful families.

More than 200 people have been present, all dressed in beautiful clothes and elegant.

Reputation always accompanied Su Xiaoxiao without greeting any old friends.

In fact, everyone present knows the reputation. It's just that his aura today is a little special, so no one dares to approach.

Next to the carpet paved with red rose petals under the oath platform are rows of white basket flower chairs, which are particularly exquisite, just like pieces of art. A group of neatly arranged flower columns stand next to the red rose petal carpet. Like highly disciplined soldiers, it gives people a feeling of richness and splendor.

Su Xiaoxiao has only seen such a wedding on TV.

The background of the oath platform is paved with pink gauze curtain. A happy wedding logo is hung on the sand curtain, dotted with appropriate flowers. It is also very bright in the detail design.

There are also beautiful lilies on the guest table, so that guests can enjoy their meals in a romantic atmosphere.

Everything is so perfect, exquisite and warm.

Everywhere is filled with happiness.

The wedding march is melodious and beautiful, repeated over and over again.

The breeze blows, the flowers smell, and the yarn flies slowly.

The ceremony officially began.

Wearing a white tuxedo, Anxin is absolutely elegant. He stands in the center of the oath platform. In the white dazzling beam, his elegant and proud posture and quiet eyes like deep wells are looking at the end of the rose petal carpet.

In this way, he has his own aura, so gentle that Su Xiaoxiao feels very familiar, but it seems that he is far away from mountains and rivers.

She stood under the oath and looked at him. She felt like an afterlife.

Anxin looked at the bride walking slowly towards the end of the red carpet holding her father's hand. His face was gentle and his heart was as calm as water.

The wedding march is melodious in the sky, which well moves the mood.

This is the tune of happiness.

Guests have their eyes on the bride, who is undoubtedly the most eye-catching focus today.

As beautiful as a princess.

The simple and slightly longer white head gauze covers her head, and her beautiful face is looming. The complex white wedding dress is a high payment, which best modifies her body shape, making ou Mengru look more curved and more beautiful than any bride on TV.

Su Xiaoxiao was also impressed by her beauty.

All the eyes on the scene fell on ou Mengru. Only the woman around her was studying what she thought.

Su Xiaoxiao saw Anxin walking onto the red carpet and walking towards his bride step by step. His beautiful linear lips raised a soft and beautiful arc.

The guests were smiling with blessing and envy.

The scene was particularly quiet, with only the wedding march melodious.

On the red carpet, ou Menghui handed his daughter's hand to Anxin, carrying his father's instructions. Anxin walked through flower doors with dreams and walked to their own wedding hall.

On the oath platform, after listening to the priest's Guide.

The oath read by the priest echoed in Anxin's ears like a passing cloud. He had no time to distinguish the sanctity and meaning of each word, because he finally waited for him to say "I do", then exchange wedding rings, and then kiss the woman in wedding dress.