On the evening of June 29, Qi Yi and Song Yuqing's flight arrived in Beijing, and the two returned to China in a low-key manner.

That night, he went home and rested for a good night, and then got up the next morning, Qi Yi drove to a manor on the outskirts of the capital, where the wedding of Zhang Chen and Hua Lu would be held today.

The solemn wedding march sounded, Qi Yi and Song Yuqing sat on the guest seats, watching them lose a lot of weight, but they still had a round face, and the somewhat mellow Hua Lu held his father's hand and appeared at one end of the red carpet, stepping on the music representing happiness, and slowly walking towards the direction of his own happiness.

And Zhang Chen's eyes are also a little red, he and Hua Lu have known each other for many years, and their marriage has also experienced some twists and turns, both of them have established their own families, but they are separated, and then they met each other.

But thankfully, they still met each other.

"Baby, is it better for our wedding to be a traditional one, or like them?"

Qi Yi looked at Hua Lu and Zhang Chen's eyes were red and made a promise that they would accompany each other in the future, whether it was illness or pain, until the moment of death, and felt that the wedding in this world also had its charm, so he whispered to Song Yuqing in his ear.

If the two follow the rules of Luanguo, they have actually been married for two years.

But the marriage of two people, at present, only two people recognize themselves, although in fact, they are like this, as long as they are recognized by themselves, in fact, there seems to be no difference whether they have that certificate or not.

But with the certificate, they are the ones who can be buried together justifiably, and no one can separate the two people, and when they are sick, they have the right to decide whether to extubate each other or not.

So Qi Yi also thought that as long as he was old, he would still have to give the little guy a formal wedding, so he happened to see Zhang Chen and Hua Lu getting married today, so he asked him.

"You'll look good in a wedding dress, I can do it!" Song Yuqing didn't feel shy or anything when he heard Qi Yi ask him, this matter doesn't need to be discussed between the two of them, it is a matter that has long been agreed upon.

The kind of traditional wedding in the previous life required eight sedan chairs, parents and sisters to send relatives, and relatives or something.

In fact, it's not bad, it's just that the two of them don't have any relatives in this world, and for Song Yuqing, the wedding that Qi Yi gave him two years ago is complete.

There were beautiful dresses, her white suits for marriage, ginkgo folding fans, and the knotted gold beads on their wrists, and the rest of the form, even if it didn't matter.

He wants the wedding of this world, and he wants to use the way recognized by this world to announce his fate and eternal love with Qi Yi in this life, and the wedding dress in this world is also good-looking.

Song Yuqing was interested in design, and he had some ideas about the wedding dress of the two before, so when Qi Yi asked at this time, he immediately said so.

And when Qi Yi heard it, he also knew his thoughts and decisions, "Well, the wedding dress and dress will be handed over to you, but I promised to give you the dress, I was in a bit of a hurry before." ”

Qi Yi regretted that he had married the little guy before, because the time was too hurried, and the dress was relatively rough, although the dress was still carefully collected by Song Yuqing, but the workmanship was indeed not very good.

"I'll embroider it myself, and you can make it yourself!" Speaking of this, Song Yuqing also regretted that the wedding dress she married was not sewn by herself.