While Gong Lingye was talking, Gong Mochen had already walked in front of Song Yiren.

He had thought about her in a wedding dress in the past, but today, when the door opened, he was still amazed.

It's just a pity that her wedding dress was not worn for him.

He stretched out his hand to her: "Ruonuan, can I ask you to dance?"

He bent down slightly, the etiquette was just right, and he looked like a gentleman, which made Song Yiren feel that if he refused, it would be a little rude.

She nodded, "Okay, thank you!"

The music was melodious, and his dance steps were not fast, because he was afraid that she would step on the skirt of the wedding dress.

She should have washed her hair in the morning, and the scent of conditioner seemed to intrude into his senses.

He looked down at her, and suddenly regretted that if he had known that he would one day like her, he would not have missed it again and again, or even missed the first dance between them.

Knowing the past between her and Gong Lingye yesterday, he realized that in fact, compared to Gong Lingye, he never lost the opportunity, but pushed the opportunity to others again and again.

The time of a dance seemed to be very fast, and it seemed to be very slow, and when it was finally over, he let go of her with all his strength, looked at the diamond on her neck, and said in a very soft voice: "Yesterday, Uncle told me everything about you. ”

Song Yiren nodded: "Well, he told me." ”

Gong Mochen paused, and then said, "But do you know, I am grateful to her, and I like you 100%. ”

Song Yiren breathed.

This is the first time that Gong Mochen has made such a serious and straightforward confession.

"Song Yi people. He suddenly leaned over slightly and whispered in her ear, "I wish you happiness!"

With that, he stretched out his arms and took her into his arms.

Song Yiren didn't have time to do it at all, and he felt that he was being embraced.

He tightened his arms as if to embed her in the blood.

And the next second, he suddenly let go again, as if all he had just done was just a ritual and blessing between friends.

After Gong Mochen finished doing this, he nodded at Song Yiren, and then turned around and left the stage directly.

Song Yiren was looking at the direction he was leaving, and there was a low-magnetic male voice in his ears: "Nuan Nuan, I have seen it all." ”

Song Yiren came back to his senses and hurriedly explained to Gong Lingye: "No, I just danced with him......"

Gong Lingye narrowed his eyes: "That hand was held by him?"

Song Yiren bit his lip, his eyes fluttered, and he looked like he had done something wrong: "I think he is your nephew, and he is also mine, they are all relatives, and it is not good to refuse......"

The corners of Gong Lingye's lips hooked, but she pretended to be angry, and raised one of Song Yiren's hands: "This one, you have to wash it at least three times, and you have to wash your waist, don't touch me if you don't wash it three times." ”

"There is no faucet here, if there is, I will wash it!" Song Yiren was pitiful: "You don't want me to touch you, then you touch me, right?"

Gong Lingye was completely amused by her to the point of losing her temper, and her tone was a little meaningful: "Wife, can't you see that you are such a jealous man?"

Song Yiren also knew that he was not angry, so he blinked: "I learned from Emperor Shao." ”

After Gong Lingye laughed, thinking that Gong Mochen hugged Song Yiren just now, he was still a little unhappy, and he pinched her face: "Since my eldest nephew likes to move his hands and feet, you don't want to see him alone in the future." If you have something to say, let Pei Jun pass the word, and you won't answer the phone if you have nothing to do, you know?"

Song Yiren shook Gong Lingye's arm: "Why are you so jealous when you get married?"

He sighed and gritted his teeth: "It's all because my wife is too delicious, I have to go to the institute tomorrow, I can't be by your side, I'm afraid you will be coveted." ”

Song Yiren smiled and held his arm: "Don't worry, your wife is dead-eyed, and no one else can leave!"

She really didn't know how charming she was when she looked at him and her eyes were full of his shadow, he just felt that her soul had been sucked away by her, and she really wanted to correct her on the spot!

Over there, Bei Mingmo had just danced with Luo Tianqi, and saw Song Yiren and Gong Lingye sprinkling dog food anytime and anywhere.

She approached, took a sip on Song Yiren's face, and raised her eyebrows at Gong Lingye: "Ye Shao, I kissed your wife!"

Gong Lingye just smiled: "It's okay, you can only kiss her at most, after all, you can't do anything I can do to her." ”

Northern Stygian: "......"

She looked at Gong Lingye in shock, and saw that the other party had already gone to greet the guests, so she turned her head and said to Song Yidao: "Your husband actually hinted that I don't have hardware! He, he, and he are excited to get married, so he is so off-temperate? Moreover, I am a good woman, how can he even eat women's vinegar, and his combat effectiveness is so explosive?"

Song Yiren shrugged: "I've already lost the festival, can you catch me if you don't lose the festival?"

At the beginning, someone's meat jokes were exported!

Bei Ming Mo sighed: "It turns out that my family Yiyi likes to lose the festival!"

Song Yiren was happy today, and he was infected by Gong Lingye, so he spoke more casually: "It's not important whether you can lose the festival or something, the most important thing is to be easy to use!"

"Yiyi, you ......" Bei Mingmo pretended to calm the anger in his chest and scratched Song Yiren's itchy flesh: "Okay, wow, you're getting worse and worse!"

The two were joking and laughing, and their eyes were shining.

Over there, Xuanyuan Che, who had never found a suitable opportunity to talk to Bei Mingmo, walked over.

He first said hello to Song Yiren, then turned his head to Bei Mingmo and said, "Momo, let's dance!"

Song Yiren raised her eyebrows, she wanted to know if the fiery temper of Yibei Mingmo would directly reject Xuanyuan Che.

After all, Bei Mingmo had just set up a flag, saying that he was with him and his name was pronounced upside down!

"I ......" Bei Mingmo spoke while Xuanyuan Che was waiting, but just after a syllable was uttered, a female voice came: "Momo, it turns out that you are here!"

Bei Mingmo rolled his eyes and found that it was his mother and Pei Jun's mother who came over.

Then, Pei's mother directly pulled her son behind her over: "Ah Jun, you kid, I asked you to invite Momo to dance just now, but you only care about greeting guests......"

Song Yiren felt that she needed a melon and a small bench at this moment.

"Mom, I'm not a family member on the groom's side, and I have to greet guests. Pei Jun explained helplessly, smiled at Bei Mingmo again, and said, "Miss Beiming, can we dance together?"

Before Bei Mingmo could speak, her own mother had already hinted in her eyes that she was about to go.

She smiled, elegantly stretched out her hand, and put it in Pei Jun's palm: "Thank you, Mr. Pei." ”

Then, the two old mothers watched their children dance on the stage together with great satisfaction, and finally showed a relieved smile.

On the side, Xuanyuan Che, who was completely ignored, looked at the stage and pursed his lips.