Chapter 882 Travel (1)

The wedding was going on.

Since Consuela didn't have any relatives, only Debbie and Cassie were sitting on her side.

The two families sat at a table, which was almost eye-catching.

Consuela and Richie stepped on the red carpet together. The wedding ceremony was not a big deal.

They had gone through a lot of ups and downs to reach this point. What would happen in the future? As long as they had trust, everything should be easy to say.

After marriage.

After Richie got married in a high-profile way, the number of his pursuers kept increasing. In the villa, Consuela often received strange packages.

One day, Consuela saw a blade in a package, which was just seen by Richie. He was surprised and asked, "What? You even like this kind of thing?"

The blade was still a little big, and it was exactly the same size when used to cut the head.

"It's not that I like this kind of stuff, but that the person who likes you likes to send it to me. Tell me, how many women have you attracted outside?"

They were so crazy that they made her feel terrible.

The expression on Richie's face changed. "How can I attract other women? I'm old now."

"But people say that men are still handsome like a flower when they are forty years old." Looking at Richie, Consuela said in a jealous tone.

"Do you think I'm still handsome like a flower?"

"No."

With a cough, Richie grabbed her hand and said with a smile, "I'm a little busy recently, but I have a holiday before next Wednesday. I want to spend it with you."

"Honeymoon?"

"Yes."

It was unbelievable.

"Are you taking the kids with us?"

"It's troublesome."

It meant that he was not willing to do that.

"If they know what you said, they will speak ill of you."

"Being spoken ill of is nothing compared to spending a holiday with you." He preferred to do things that would bring him more benefits, which was almost a fore

with a smile and said, "Mr. Richie, do you still live on the second floor and near the window? Then the rest guests have to choose other places. I have cleaned every room, so there is no need to worry about the cleaning. "

The old woman had a local accent, and the others couldn't understand well. Richie had lived here for a period of time, so he could know.

Just as she was about to split his luggage with Consuela's, he smiled and replied in local accent, "We live together."

The woman was a little surprised, but then she suddenly realized, "Is this beautiful lady your wife?"

Richie nodded, while Consuela was confused. The way the woman looked at her seemed to have changed.

She didn't understand what the two were talking about at all. She pulled the man over and said, "Did you speak ill of me? Why do I feel that there is something wrong with the way she looks at me?"

Although there was no malice on her face, anyone who didn't lose their senses would feel a little uncomfortable being watched like this.

"How can you think so much? Who do you think can speak ill of you? Don't you know how likable you are?" replied Richie in a low voice.

Fortunately, the others had already chosen the rooms to rest, or they would be disgusted to hear this.