Chapter 277

Song Fei had to remind Yan Jiang: "don't cry. If you cry again, you will miss the ceremony time."

At the age of 17, he first found himself in love with his neighbor's sister next door. Yan Jiang dreamed of marrying Song Fei as his daughter-in-law in the future. Waiting for a day, Yanjiang waited for 11 years.

Hard to look forward to the wedding day, Yanjiang absolutely can not mess up!

He quickly wiped away his tears. Yan Jiang looked up and took a deep breath. He was in a good mood. He was holding a rose and kneeling in front of Song Fei. "Song Fei, please marry me."

Song Fei looks down at Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang, who has just cried, still has two lines of tears in his eyes.

In this world, will cry for her so regardless of the image of the man, only Yan Jiang. Song Fei holds the bouquet in Yan Jiang's hand, "I am willing to marry you."

There was a round of applause.

Song Fei takes Yan Jiang's hand and pulls him up. The two are holding hands and will walk to the wedding ceremony.

Both Yan Jiang and Song Fei were not religious and had no faith. Their wedding ceremony was not presided over by a priest. It was Fu Hanshen, Song Fei's teacher, who testified their marriage.

Fu teacher was dressed in a handsome white suit today, and his beard was clean. When he went out in the morning, Shen knew that he had put some cream on his face and said it looked more delicate.

, who touched the face cream, stood on the stage and looked at the great guy. Fu Hanshen was very nervous when he presided over the wedding ceremony for the first time. He read according to the contents of the wedding oath. He was afraid that he might make a mistake, so he was very slow.

"Mr. Yanjiang, would you like to marry Song Fei as his wife, to be her husband, and to spend all your life with her?"

Yan Jiang: "I will."

Fu Han Shen asked Song Fei again: "Ms. Song Fei, would you like to marry Mr. Yan Jiang and spend the rest of your life with him

Yan Jiang was afraid that Song Fei would go back on his regret as he did in the TV series. He opened his mouth and said, "I don't want to.". But Song Fei did not hesitate at all, and said in a deep voice, "I will."

"Good!"

Fu Hanshen finished his work. He closed the oath and announced in a loud voice: "I declare that Yanjiang, the bridegroom, and Song Fei, the bride, have officially become husband and wife. Now, you can kiss. "

Yanjiang pulls Song Fei into his arms, grabs Song Fei's lips and kisses him deeply.

Seeing that Yan Jiang and Song Fei are inseparable from each other, people on the stage blew their whistles wildly, especially those friends Yan Jiang made in the entertainment industry, who were crying and howling with excitement.

Han Junjun, a young boy who is very young and has never been in love, blushes when he sees the hot scene on the stage.

He lowered his head in silence and raised his head to peep while others were not paying attention. Han Wangwang noticed his brother's advice. He could not help but hold down his head. "Don't look, what do children see?"

"Sister!" Not convinced, Han Junjun beat Han Wangwang's hand and rolled his eyes at her. "I'm an adult. I'm 20 years old. What can't I see?"

Han Wangwang pinched Han Junjun's face, and she said, "you are all my little fart boys and younger brothers when you are 30 years old."

The two brothers and sisters are making fun of each other. Suddenly, a female voice suddenly interposes, "Wangwang, is there anyone in the position next to you?"

On hearing Jiang Bi's voice, the two brothers and sisters are still at the same time, as if they were pressed the pause button.

As soon as Han Wangwang looked up and looked at Jiang Bi with a smile, he thought of the picture of kissing Jiang Bi secretly in the toilet. He could not help burning his cheek.

And Han Junjun saw the beautiful sister standing behind her sister, and her heart beat faster.

What a cool sister!

Jiang Bi's long, straight black hair was draped lazily behind her shoulders. Her camel colored coat made her 1.83-meter-tall look like a supermodel.

Jiang Bi is good-looking. She looks like a man and a woman. She has an inexplicable and fatal attraction. Han Junjun, such a young chicken, can not resist the temptation of Jiang Bi.

Han Junjun secretly pulled the sleeve of Lahan Wangwang, "elder sister, sister, is this your friend?" Her sister's friends have a good look!

Han Junjun often sees Jiang Bi in his sister's circle of friends, but he knows that girls love p-chart, and he simply doesn't believe that Jiang Bi is as good-looking as the photos.

After seeing a real person, Han Junjun thoroughly appreciated the charm of Jiangbi and realized that someone was more perfect than the refined painting!

Oh, no!

It's the feeling of heart beat.

Jiang Bi raised her hand on Han Wangwang's shoulder and asked again, "Wang Wang, eh? Is anyone there? "

That sound, um, is very much like Jiang Bi's breath sound when he breathes in Han Wangwang's ear. Han Wangwang heart galloping, she shook her head vigorously, said: "there is no one nearby, you sit."

After Jiang Bi sat down, the restless hand moved away from Han Wangwang's shoulder. Holding up the red wine on the table, Jiang Bi poured some wine for Han Wangwang.

"Have a taste?" He handed the red wine to Han Wangwang. Jiang Bi put his lips close to Han Wangwang's ear. He deliberately lowered his voice and said to her, "I think the color of this red wine is not as pure as your lipstick."Han Wangwang blushed and felt goose bumps all over his body.

How can she be so provocative!

Han Junjun sipped a sip of champagne and secretly glanced at Jiang Bi, who was whispering with her sister. He thought that she would have to find an excuse to go to Jiangbi's little sister's micro signal later.

"Sister, is this your friend?" Han Junjun tries to find his own sense of existence.

Jiang Bi looks at the Korean army and is curious about Han Wangwang's answer.

Han Wangwang lowered his head and knew that Jiang bi was staring at him. Her heart beat a little faster and her ears were red.

"Sister, don't you introduce me?" Han Jun Jun Jun urges again, can't wait to get to know each other with Jiang Bi. It's better to shake hands.

Han Wangwang then explained, "this is my best friend, Jiang Bi."

"Oh, it's Jiang Bi's little sister." Han Junjun reaches out to Han Wangwang and smiles, revealing the charm of the campus God.

"Hello, little sister Jiang Bi. I'm Han Junjun."

I don't know why Jiang Bi looks like a smile.

Looking at Han Junjun's hand, Jiang biliao hesitated, and then stretched out his hand and touched Han Junjun.

Sleeping trough!

The little sister's palm is very hot. This is a girl with cold face and hot heart.

After releasing her hand, Jiang Bi added a little more to Han Wangwang after drinking the red wine.

When Han Wangwang holds up his goblet to drink, Jiang Bi looks at Han Wangwang's rolling criminal neck and suddenly leans over to touch Han Wangwang's earlobe.

If Han Wangwang was shocked, he felt numb.

"You..." Han Wangwang squeezed the cup in his hand. "So many people, not afraid to find out?" It's exciting. When I fall in love with Jiang Bi, every time I get close, I challenge the limit.

Jiang Bi said with a smile, "my best friend?"

Han Wangwang's ears trembled.

Under the table, Jiang Bi's hand secretly pressed Han Wangwang's thigh and squeezed it. He said, "you have several girlfriends. Do you kiss all your girlfriends? Kiss the one that can't stand? "

Han Wangwang roared wildly in his heart: Mom, Jiang Bi looks so indifferent. Why is his thought so dirty and his speech so bad?

Han Wangwang couldn't resist Jiang Bi's moves. She closed her eyes and said in a low voice, "you are my object."

After getting her satisfactory answer, Jiang Bi just gave up.

Song porcelain is sitting beside Han Zhan. People from all over Han Zhan are looking for reasons to say a few words with him, so as to get a touch of the purple spirit of the richest man in Dongcheng.

Song porcelain, her eyes through the crowd, fell on Han Wangwang and Jiang Bi, who openly flirted with each other on the banquet table opposite.

Ah, it's really the declining trend of the world, and the young lovers are so crazy.

After the banquet, Jiang Bi's stepmother came over and called Jiang Bi back to her table. When Jiang Bi left, Han Junjun got close to her sister's head and said to her, "sister, how old is Jiang Bi's little sister?"

It looks like Han Wangwang's ears are still red. When she heard her three-year-old brother's question, she said, "I don't understand." Good to be three years old, and a girl to hold gold bricks!

"What is this for?" Han Wangwang looked at Han Junjun suspiciously. Seeing that Han Junjun's eyes were turning all the time, she said, "what do you want to do?"

Han Junjun laughs and whispers, "you didn't ask me before, what kind of girl do I like?"

Han Wangwang's heart suddenly produced a bad premonition.

"I like the little sister who looks like a royal sister, mature, intelligent and cold, just like Jiang Bi," Han said Jiang Bi's younger sister is just the other half made by God for him.

Han Wangwang's smile was stiff.

"No way." Han Wangwang didn't want to think about it. He rejected it on the spot.

Han Junjun thought, "why not? Elder sister, do you think we have a big difference in age

Han Wangwang felt that there was no end to it.

"Not this one." Han Wangwang drank a mouthful of red wine and said without conscience: "Jiang Bi she..." Han Wangwang secretly looked at Jiang Bi. It happened that Jiang bi was also paying attention to her all the time.

The two eyes on each other, some ambiguous.

Han Wangwang quickly withdrew his eyes and said solemnly, "Jiang Bi has a partner. I heard that she has been engaged. She will get married in the future. Change your target, little one. "

"Ah?" Han Junjun's Chunxin was seriously injured. "Who is her fiance?" he asked reluctantly

Fiance doesn't, fiancee can.

Han Wangwang blinked his eyes and said nonsense: "a little brother from abroad has a good family background and looks handsome."

Han Junjun is like a rubber ball, picking up his chopsticks and poking at a delicate shaped bun in the bowl. He is so angry that he pouts his mouth high and can hang an oil bottle.

Song Fei soon changed her clothes and went back to the dining room. She was wearing a wine red Hualuo cheongsam, with natural pearl clasps around her slender neck, and the handmade lace edge was the only ornament on the cheongsam.The skirt with a slit on the side reveals a long and slender leg. Song Feichang issued it, and the appearance was more delicate and exquisite, with a kind of cool and noble beauty.

Together with Yan Jiang, she joined hands in each table, toasted with guests and received their congratulations.

Yan Jiang and Song Fei toast in the order of honoring the wife's relatives first and then the men's relatives. Han Zhan, song porcelain, and his brother Cecilia are sitting at the same table. They are considered as the elders of the bride Song Fei's family.

Yanjiang has a good capacity of wine. He drinks as white water in the entertainment industry. But Song Fei's drinking capacity is average. She was only 14 years old before she went to sleep. After sleeping, her body needs to be carefully maintained, and drinks and other things are rarely touched.

Song Fei used tea instead of wine.

The couple stood together, both holding glasses, looking like a couple.

"Brother." Song Fei looked at the face of the equipment, and he called out to Cecilia for face.

Cecilia obviously enjoyed the sound. He, um, stood up with the wine in his hand.

"Thank you for coming, brother." Can bring your dowry with you. Song Fei: "Yan Jiang and I, here's to you."

Yan Jiang: "brother, respect you."

Cecilia drank the glass.

Song Fei and Yan Jiang had a drink with song porcelain. Yan Jiang can't help feeling when he and song porcelain stole Song Fei from the sanatorium three years ago.

Yan Jiang and song porcelain touched a cup, he said: "respect those years, only you and I can understand the expectations." Only he and song porcelain are looking forward to Song Fei waking up day by day.

What song porcelain thought was that after Yan Jiang had drunk himself in his last life, he sat on the ground without image, playing with the pendant photo, and crying with her that he would never marry the person he wanted to marry.

Today, Yan Jiang is handsome in a black suit, and the bridegroom's fireworks on his chest are red and festive.

Song porcelain's eyes grew red. She raised her glass and sincerely wished Song Fei and Yan Jiang: "life is long. I hope you can walk slowly and have more laughter. I wish you all happiness. "

Song porcelain killed the glass of red wine.

"Thank you."

Yan Jiang and Song Fei went to Yan Rufeng's table.

After Song porcelain sat down, her tears finally fell down.

Han Zhan silently handed over a handkerchief. Song porcelain held the handkerchief and gently wiped her tears. Han Zhan's mellow and pleasant voice said in one side: "it's a very happy day. What do you cry for?"

"Just too happy."

Song porcelain has not been so happy for a long time.

Han Zhan was able to understand the mood of song porcelain, especially after knowing the previous life of song porcelain. Holding song porcelain's hand, he put it on his thigh and hammered it twice. Han Zhan said, "porcelain treasure, this life is earned. Every day, you have to live a happy life."

"Well."

Cecilia staring at the sticky song porcelain and Han Zhan, disdained to turn his mouth, heart: really numb! You have to hold hands after a meal.

You're going to be blinded.

Cecilia at random a side of the head, he saw Cheng inkstone.

Yeah?

When did he come?

Cheng inkstone will come to attend Song Fei's wedding. The happy face... Just thinking of Huanyan, Cecilia sees Su Huanyan.

Su Huanyan wore a small cap sleeve cheongsam in the color of champagne, hand push embroidery and pan gold embroidery on the silk cheongsam, weaving a pair of colorful, prosperous style.

She wears a pair of pale pink emerald earrings with long hair in her arms. She is gentle and elegant, just like the stream flowing through a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. On a sunny day after the rain, the mist rises.

When Cheng Yanmo met Su Huanyan, she was a freshman. She had just entered Rome, and she was as tender as a grass. At that time, she was in the rebellious grade, wearing jeans, a low waisted short shirt, all the time releasing her vitality.

Cheng inkstone was attracted by her endless vitality. In just a few years, the wild little rose learned to keep a low profile. She portrayed herself as the lily in the deep mountains and valleys.

Cheng inkstone misses Su Huanyan's narrow and soft waist under her cheongsam.

He can cover his waist with one big hand.

He remembered that when his lips swept the skin, Su Huan Yan shivered all over.

He still clearly remembered what they were doing with each other, but she fell on the shoulders of the people beside her. Su Huanyan did not know what kind of joke she heard, and fell on Cheng Yanmo's shoulder.

And Cheng Yanmo, he kindly held Su Huanyan's upper body and put his arm around her.

Noticing Cecilia's eyes, Zhong Buhui, who was sitting beside him and didn't know the cause of the matter, said, "Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng seem to have deep feelings."

Zhong Buhui and his son Zhong Yi went back to the east city to attend Song Fei's wedding. He did not know the marriage relationship between Cecilia and Su Huanyan.

In Zhong Buhui's eyes, it is just a compliment, but a dagger stabbed at the tip of Cecilia's heart.

Cecilia glanced at Zhong Buhui faintly, originally wanted to say: the eye is not good, do not have the eye.But considering that Zhong Buhui was a relative of song porcelain, he held back.

And another one, argen, who was not afraid of being too busy, looked at Cecilia with great interest after hearing Zhong Buhui's compliment.

Seeing Cecilia's anguished expression in his eyes, argen peeled a chicken's paw and threw it into his mouth. He took off his disposable gloves after a few bites of chicken feet. He said to Zhong Buhui, "uncle, this can't be said."

"What's the matter?" Zhong Buhui asked suspiciously

A rang flew a look at Cheng and his wife and said in an undisguised voice, "that Mrs. Han used to be my big brother's first love."

Cecilia ochaorang cast a cold look in his eyes. "Shut up if you can't speak!" Cecilia pulls a chicken claw from his bowl and throws it at argen.

Jean opened his mouth and caught the chicken claw with his teeth. After successfully throwing out a depth charge, he put on his gloves and continued to eat chicken feet.

Han Zhan and ah rang were sitting next to each other. He noticed that the expressions of the people all over the table were subtle, so he kicked ah rang and said, "speak less."

But Jean turned his head and accused him: "you kicked my lame leg!"

Han Zhan: "have you been lame for more than 20 years, but still ache?"

Ah rang kicked Han Zhan's leg with his lame leg. See Han Zhan frown, a rang ridiculed him, "look, your leg is not lame, all know ache."

Hearing the quarrel between the brothers, he was afraid that they would make trouble on the spot. Song porcelain said, "let's not quarrel. Today is Song Fei's wedding. Don't screw it up."

The song porcelain of a rang Dynasty rolled his eyes and said, "you are sensible."

Song porcelain: "be polite to your sister-in-law." Han Zhan warned Agan again.

A-rang wanted to stimulate them, but when he looked up, he saw song porcelain's aggrieved little eyes. He was as dumb as eating Coptis and couldn't speak.

"Yes, yes, I'll eat chicken feet."

Ah Jean, that's it.

And Zhong Buhui knows the real relationship between Cecilia and Su Huanyan, which is as awkward as it is to sit and stand.

Zhong Buhui wants to say something to ease the embarrassment, but Cecilia suddenly stands up.

He is a big horse, and every step is very long.

It's like going to beat people.

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