"I met Shanshan in high school, chased her for seven years, and even nearly went crazy for her. Fortunately, she came back with the crystallization of our love. In order not to let this heartless woman run away again, I had to tie her with marriage."

"I love Shanshan and my son. I don't want any more false reports from the media. After all, I'm always kind and don't want to cause trouble to the court."

In the past, he didn't care how the media arranged and reported him, but he didn't want to see them arrange the people he cared about.

Huangfujing narrowed his eyes and swept the reporters and cameras not far away. The cold light flashed by, and the shoulders of the people stirred slightly.

Huangfujing is always smiling in front of outsiders, but he forgets that under his smile is the frost.

……

After the banquet, huangfujing saw Ouyang Hao in the corridor.

Huangfujing naturally saw him, and he was already cold hearted to the Ouyang family.

He passed him without expression, as if he had not seen him.

A powerful big hand clamped his arm, huangfujing's steps stopped, and the magnetic voice contained infinite coldness.

"Let go."

"Is Jiang Shanshan's son my grandson?"

"No

Huangfujing looked back at him coldly. "You don't deserve to be my son's grandfather."

Ouyang Hao was frozen.

He can even recall his dislike of Jiang Mingxuan in that phone call.

There is deep regret in the eyes.

He has done so many wrong things that I'm afraid he can't be forgiven by huangfujing in his whole life.

……

Huangfujing and Jiang Shanshan's wedding is scheduled for the Chinese New Year's Eve.

The wedding dress is hand sewn by French masters, full of gorgeous diamonds.

The flowers and handfuls at the wedding banquet were all airlifted from England.

Yu Qiqi is married, so she can't be Jiang Shanshan's bridesmaid. Jiang Shanshan has no good friends, so Xiang Nan asks for leave with the army. Even Jiang Shuyan flies back to Jiang Shanshan's wedding by special plane and acts as her bridesmaid.

Xiang Nan has short hair, and between his eyebrows and eyes is the heroic spirit of a soldier.

Jiang Shuyan is still a graceful long hair, elegant features, goddess of literature and art.

At Jiang Shanshan's farewell party, the four people drank wine and talked about their feelings.

Four people crowded on the big bed of the room, looking at the skylight overhead.

Tonight's night is beautiful, the dark blue sky is full of stars.

They seem to be back in high school, crowded in the same dormitory noisy days.

Yu Qiqi put his hands behind his head. "Time flies. Seven years have passed in a blink of an eye."

Time is really a thing that can't stand scrutiny.

I always feel that the hands of clocks and watches have not finished yet. When I look back, seven years have passed, and the youth of fresh clothes and angry horses is gone forever. It has become the most precious memory in my heart.

……

The wedding day.

Jiang Shanshan got up early in the morning, combed her hair and put on her wedding dress.

An hour later, Jiang Shanshan looked at the beautiful bride in the mirror, a trance.

Are you getting married?

Until she walks into the auditorium with Jiang Yi's hand in her arm, her eyes sweep over the blessing people in the auditorium, and she looks at the man standing beside the priest in a black tuxedo.

Huangfujing was also staring at his beautiful bride.

From now on, Shanbao will be his.

The scarlet lips make up a beautiful smile. Huangfujing stares at Jiang Shanshan who is walking slowly towards him.