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It was a very light colored peach blossom makeup, and it really matched her temperament, instantly causing her entire person to become bright and beautiful. She glanced at the quiet Lan Yue, and wanted to picky something up, but after realising that it was already ten-thirty, she casually changed her words, "Although it can't compare to my family's special makeup artist, it's still not bad."

Lan Yue heaved a sigh of relief and pursed her lips at the same time.

"As long as Miss Xu is satisfied."

Lan Yue instinctively turned her head, and only saw that the noisy crowd had quietened down, as they simultaneously retreated, opening up a path to walk on, and Qi Yanjun, accompanied by Li Tong, slowly walked over.

Even his black hair was combed all the way back to his head, revealing his full and smooth forehead. His rippling peach blossom eyes flashed with fragmented light, and his thin and pale lips were slightly raised. He was languidly and enchantingly like a demon from a mirage.

Li Tong, who had a fawning look on his face, stood beside him like a eunuch following behind an emperor, revealing a wretched appearance.

It was clear that Qi Yanjun's beauty was too captivating, many of the people present took in a breath of cold air, some of the girls' eyes were already red, they looked as though they could faint at any time from excitement, and they couldn't help but shout out, "Oh god, I finally saw the living Young Master Qi, I have chosen the right job!"

"The fighter jet of the male gods, the aircraft carrier of the wealthy and handsome, he really wants to marry!"

"..."

"Banquet!"

Under the gazes of everyone present, Xu Miao Rong ran over with her skirt raised, and hugged onto Qi Yanjun's arm like a swallow throwing herself into a forest. In an instant, she turned into a cute and cute little woman, and spoke with a gentle and spoiled tone, "You've finally come, I've been waiting for you for a long time.

Again.

The word was intriguing.

Qi Yanjun's lazy gaze accurately fell on Lan Yue who was in the middle of the crowd. Seeing her lowered head, he did not know what kind of expression was on, and could not help but smile, like the blooming of a spring flower. Even though she looked indifferent, her strong aura was definitely proportional to her charm.

"I'm a man of integrity, how could I do such a thing?"

Lan Yue really wanted to laugh.

A moral integrity? He smelled like a man.

He was absent from their open and honorable wedding, yet he arrived in time with someone else's group of wedding photo. As expected, people were in the wrong, everything was in vain.

Why would he call himself a male god's fighter? It was obviously the shitty spring of the wine.