Shang Qingyuan and Yu Mei looked at the door of the auditorium in unison, thinking of the love-grabbing scene of "I don't agree", but it was empty.

Cen Bowen was also suspicious, could it be that this special woman still wants to regret it?!

Cen Bowen turned his head sharply, and what caught his eye was the face of his beloved woman covered by a veil. He gently lifted her veil, only to see that Zhuo Jiali was no longer crying.

Looking at his wife's pure and beautiful pear blossom and rainy face, Cen Bowen couldn't help but smile secretly, and then felt pity and regret.

"Miss Zhuo Jiali, are you willing to marry me as a wife, love and respect me all your life, I go to the east and you don't go to the west, I eat duck and you don't eat chicken, just listen to me alone?"

Cen Bowen was anxious to get Zhuo Jiali's response, so he acted as half a pastor himself, and Lang Lang made up a messy but unusually down-to-earth oath.

Zhuo Jiali couldn't help but laugh at Cen Bowen's improvisation, and gently slapped his chest.

"You're kidding me!"

"Whoever dares to joke with you, I'm the first to be rude to him!"

Cen Bowen played a priest in a serious role, and cosplayed a flower messenger in a righteous manner, and then quickly changed to the identity of the groom in a funny way.

"The whole audience is waiting for you, will you marry me, wife?"

"I do!"

Zhuo Jiali replied loudly, mixed with the sound of salutes outside the door, echoing joyfully in the auditorium.

Cen Bowen showed his heartfelt smile unreservedly, he took the diamond ring handed over by Shang Qingyuan and put it on Zhuo Jiali, and also put the gold cufflinks strung with rose gold bracelets on her hands.

Yu Mei was moved by Cen Bowen and Zhuo Jiali's episode to laugh and cry for a while, and then unconsciously set her eyes on Shang Qingyuan, who was particularly good-looking today, and almost didn't hear Zhuo Jiali call her, and it took a while to react and hand the object to Zhuo Jiali.

Zhuo Jiali also tearfully put the ring and cufflink bracelet on Cen Bowen's hand, and then met his fiery eyes.

In the applause and coaxing of the young people led by Cen Shaonan in the auditorium, Cen Bowen solemnly and skillfully kissed Zhuo Jiali's lips, unwilling to part for a long time.

In front of the heart-shaped arch dotted with blue and white flowers on the green lawn outside the auditorium, Zhuo Jiali turned her back to a group of young women who were pulling and pulling behind her, her hand was raised back, and the flower ball danced in an elegant parabola, and landed firmly in the arms of Yu Mei, who had squeezed into the best position with her size advantage and no one else had nowhere to start.

Yu Mei cheered excitedly, holding the flower ball high and searching for Shang Qingyuan's figure around.

The photographer was busy taking live wedding photos for the newlyweds Cen Bowen and Zhuo Jiali, and then took photos with relatives and friends.

Mrs. Cen looked at her grandchildren and daughters-in-law who had started a family and smiled from ear to ear. Shen Biyun and Zhuo Laosan also watched their children who had grown up since childhood finally grow up, set up their own small families, and were about to enter the next different life path, and they couldn't help but redden.

Cen Bowen finally had some time to drink water, and Cen Shaonan walked to him with a picture frame.

"Nephew, your uncle doesn't have any expensive gifts for getting married, I hope you like this thing!"

Cen Bowen opened the package of the frame, and it turned out to be a portrait of him and Zhuo Jiali, and he looked at Cen Shaonan gratefully.

"Thank you, uncle, this is the best wedding gift I've ever received!"

"The two uncles and nephews are polite!"

Cen Shaonan put his arm on Cen Bowen's shoulder, and the two were as affectionate as two brothers, without the slightest hint of the "saber rattling" that had occurred for Zhuo Jiali before.

Zhuo Jiali dragged the big skirt to find Cen Bowen, and couldn't help blushing a little when she saw Cen Shaonan, she still had a vague impression of the last celebration banquet, and she was always a little embarrassed to see Cheng Cheng at the wedding this time, and she also shouted "uncle" timidly with Cen Bowen.

"Niece and daughter-in-law, I really admire you, you are willing to accept this piece of ice, except for a major natural disaster for the society!"

Cen Shaonan's black humor made Zhuo Jiali's embarrassment disappear immediately, and she covered her mouth and snickered.

Cen Bowen hit Cen Shaonan's chest with an elbow.

"Uncle, today is my good day, do you talk like this?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong! Put away your peerless martial arts first, you have something to say!"

Cen Shaonan, who was "taught", instantly retracted, and begged for mercy again and again. Zhuo Jiali looked at the two uncles and nephews who were neither big nor small, and laughed wildly.

"Little uncle, cousin, what are you talking about funny things? I am so happy to see you here!"

Finally, Cen Bomei, who was tired of walking around, also came to Cen Bowen to have fun.

"Hiromi, you haven't seen your cousin yet, come and ask for peace!"

Cen Bowen put his hands on Cen Bomei's shoulders and pushed her in front of Zhuo Jiali.

"Hello cousin!"

Cen Bomei said hello to Zhuo Jiali obediently and playfully.

Zhuo Jiali couldn't help but be stunned when she saw Cen Bomei, how could this face be a little familiar.

"Hiromi" - "Cen Hiromi"!

Isn't this the girl I saw last time in the dance studio near the middle school? It turns out that "Cen Bomei" is really who "Cen Bowen" is.

Zhuo Jiali couldn't help but sigh in her heart, her fate with Cen Bowen is deep enough, she can meet so-and-so next to him on the street casually, it seems that she can't run away under Cen Bowen's clutches in this life!

Zhuo Jiali's innocent and clear eyes on Cen Bomei, listening to her name that had no meaning for herself, and then looking down at her outfit today, Cen Bomei, a little kid, could recognize that she had seen herself earlier.

Zhuo Jiali solemnly took the initiative to extend her hand to Cen Bomei.

"Hello Hiromi, I'm Zhuo Jiali, I'm a family from today, and I'll give you a lot of advice in the future!"

Cen Bomei had never seen anyone in the Cen family who treated him as an equal to an adult, and he suddenly perked up, seriously held Zhuo Jiali's hand and smiled happily, refusing to let go for a long time.

Cen Bowen finally snatched back his bride and glared at Cen Bomei a few times. Cen Bomei was not afraid, and he also made a few grimaces at Cen Bowen.

Zhuo Jiali felt that no matter how much she smiled, the powder on her face was about to fall off.

After taking a group photo, it was also the end of the wedding ceremony.

Cen Bowen took Zhuo Jiali's hand and thanked Zhuo Laosan, who excitedly said "good".

"Dad, you go home and have a good rest, and when you come back from your honeymoon, I will go home with Bowen to see you!"

Looking at the few strands of white hair on Zhuo Laosan's head that had "emerged", Zhuo Jiali couldn't help but feel sour, and she could only care a few words.

"Oh, you're not going home to sleep tonight?"

has been dependent on Zhuo Jiali for more than 20 years, and suddenly her daughter is getting married and leaving home, Zhuo Laosan can't help but feel a little stunned, and he can't accept it for a while.

"Dad, Carrie and I will go home with you more!"

Cen Bowen comforted his father-in-law empathetically. Zhuo Laosan looked at his tall, handsome and responsible son-in-law, and told him bitterly.

"Bowen, I handed over my baby daughter Xiaoli to you, you must treat her well, protect her well, and make her happy!"

"I will!"

Cen Bowen nodded heavily, holding Zhuo Jiali's hand harder and harder, as if to engrave an eternal promise.