Before the night courtier could speak, Mu Ran covered his mouth, what was she talking about! This is too strange.

A trace of doubt flashed on the night minister's face, and then he walked to Mu Ran's side and sat down, and asked gently, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Seeing that the man didn't care about his slip of the tongue, Mu Ran slowly put down his hand and glanced at him a little embarrassedly, but thinking of what she was going to say next, her expression became slightly cold, "Mu Qin and Tang Yize's wedding, invite me to go." ”

Glancing at the invitation on the coffee table, a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the night minister, and then a smile appeared in the corner of his eye, "Okay, I'll accompany you." ”

Seeing that the man agreed without hesitation, Mu Ran breathed a sigh of relief and raised a gentle smile. However, the next second of the night courtier's question made her freeze again.

"Can you tell me what that strange name just now is all about?"

When eating dinner, feeling the little woman's uneasy gaze, the night courtier only felt amused, and said softly, "Okay, I won't tease you." But then again, I'm still missing you a wedding. ”

I didn't expect the man to say this, Mu Ran was slightly stunned, and then said softly, "It's okay if you don't hold it, after all, the situation was special at that time." ”

With that, the snow-white Bei Fang bit his lower lip lightly, and Mu Ran unconsciously poked the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks.

Wedding is a girl's lifelong dream, and Mu Ran is no exception.

"When you tell a lie, it's more convincing not to bite your lip. ”

The Night Imperial Minister reminded softly, "Don't worry, there won't be less." ”

Hearing this, Mu Ran raised her eyes and looked into the man's eyes full of tenderness, she grinned and said no more.

In a blink of an eye, it was Saturday, and when Mu Ran appeared at the wedding scene with the night courtier, everyone was shocked, including the groom Tang Yize, who was standing at the door to greet him.

I had long heard that Mu Ran married a man for the house her father left behind, but she didn't want to be such a man who didn't seem to lose to herself. Tang Yize's heart sank to the bottom all of a sudden.

Mu Ran tightly pulled the sleeve of the man's lichen and smiled at the person who cast her gaze, but when she saw Tang Yize in a suit and leather shoes with festive flowers on his chest, she couldn't help but pause with a smile.

"Dye, you're here. ”

Tang Yize walked up to Mu Ran, glanced at the man beside her, and said, "Who is this?"

Hearing this, Mu Ran hugged the man's arm tighter and said with a smile, "This is, I ......"

"Dye is my wife. ”

Seeing Mu Ran's small mouth open, the night imperial minister couldn't spit out those two words, took her words softly, and looked at Tang Yize's gaze with a little apology, "The insider is more shy, and he smiled." ”

The red cloud on Mu Ran's face made Tang Yize's chest stagnate, and he smiled a little reluctantly, "This one looks very raw." Dyeing and dyeing, getting married is a big deal, why don't you discuss it with your family?"

Without waiting for Mu Ran to respond, Tang Yize said again, "You can't just find someone to marry you just because no one takes care of you, it's not good." ”

When the night minister heard this, he took Mu Ran into his arms and chuckled, "Mr. Tang, did you misunderstand something, I and Dye are very affectionate." ”

As if in response to the words of the night minister, Mu Ran obediently knelt on the man's chest and said in a low voice, "The minister, let's go." ”

The man glanced at Mu Ran dotingly, took out a red paper bag from his arms and put it in Tang Yize's hand, and said with a smile, "Mr. Tang, congratulations." Then he took Mu Ran and walked inside.