Ye Yanran choked up and cried, and said in a trembling voice, "You are talking nonsense." Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info. I.. How could I possibly bully you? ”

Huang Fuchen's eyes deepened, more tenderness, and deep pain stained those red eyes.

"My Emperor Fuchen is tall and strong, powerful and powerful, so in your Ye Yanran's eyes, I am invulnerable and invincible, right?" Huang Fuchen's eyes were red, and a self-deprecating sneer hung on the corner of his lips.

Ye Yanran raised her eyes and looked at the man with tears in her eyes, she really thought so, who could bully this man.

Huang Fuchen looked at the woman's silent reaction and didn't speak, and he already understood, but only he knew how much his heart hurt.

Huang Fuchen raised his palm, landed on the corner of the woman's eyes, wiped her tears again, and said in a low voice, "Look at you, crying like this, pear blossoms bring rain, I can't do anything about you, obviously deceived me, but you still want me to coax you?" ”

Ye Yanran choked back tears, "Bo Chen, I didn't mean to deceive you, I'm afraid that if you know that I'm going to see Ah Zhuo, I'm afraid that you will be angry." ”

Ye Yanran said this, suddenly thought of something, and looked at Huang Fuchen, "You... You always knew that Qiu Hai was Ah Zhuo? ”

Huang Fuchen's eyes fell on the woman's face, and he held the woman's face with both palms, "What do you have that I don't know?" My darling, I'll know that, you know? ”

Ye Yanran's eyes sank, and she looked at Huang Fuchen incredulously, recalling the events of this while.

"Hehuan Lin, you meet him, I've always been there." Huang Fuchen fell faintly, and looked at the woman's eyes with a deep and complicated gaze.

Ye Yanran was shocked, her eyes widened, and she looked at the man, "You... Are you there? ”

Huang Fuchen's eyes darkened, he leaned closer to his face, and stared at Ye Yanran's eyes, "Did you say you were wrong?" Lie to me? Hide from me! Have been playing with my Emperor Fuchen as a monkey? ”

"I'm sorry." For the first time, Ye Yanran felt guilty about this man and lowered her head.

Huang Fuchen looked at the appearance of the woman lowering her head, her fingers hooked the woman's chin, and her voice was dull, revealing a sense of weakness, "I'm sorry, will it be like this in the future?" ”

Ye Yanran gasped, paused slightly, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and shook her head at the man, "No... Bochen, I won't lie to you in the future, okay? ”

When Huang Fuchen heard this, the expression on his face stretched slightly, "Ah Zhuo will still look for you, can you guess?" ”

Hearing this, Ye Yanran nodded, "Well, I can guess." ”

"Do you know how?" Huang Fuchen stared into the woman's eyes, "Don't let me down again, huh?" ”

Ye Yanran was silent for a moment, and nodded towards Huang Fuchen, "I... I'll tell you. ”

"Hmm." A deep smile appeared on the corner of Huang Fuchen's lips, and he reached out to wrap his hand around the woman's neck and hugged her into his arms.

Ye Yanran leaned on the man's arms and felt the man's warm chest, at this moment, her heart warmed, and that empty feeling filled her heart.

"Dashuai!" Adjutant Chen came in from outside, saw the handsome and his wife hugging each other, and hurriedly turned around.

Ye Yanran also got up from the man's arms embarrassedly and shyly.

"Someone's coming?" Huang Fuchen asked in a low voice.

"Yes! Mr. John brought a camera and could take pictures of the marshal and his wife. Adjutant Chen hurriedly spoke.

When Ye Yanran heard this, she looked at Huang Fuchen in puzzlement, "Take pictures?" ”

Huang Fuchen nodded slightly towards Ye Yanran, "Yes!" Let's eat first, and after eating, I went up and changed the wedding dress in the side hall, and I also changed into a suit and took a wedding photo in the way of foreigners. ”

When Ye Yanran heard this, she was surprised, and her sobbing face suddenly burst into laughter, "Bochen, why did you suddenly think of taking pictures?" ”

Huang Fuchen's eyes darkened a little, and a sense of loss crossed his eyes, "You forgot?" I said I was going to have a wedding with you at the mansion on August 15th? ”

Ye Yanran thought about it, and suddenly reacted, as if Huang Fuchen had said so.

"Hehe~~" Huang Fuchen laughed coldly, a trace of heartache rose in his eyes, "You really can't remember?" What my Emperor Fuchen said to you, and what he did for you, you never took it to heart. ”

"I..." Ye Yanran spoke again, wanting to explain something.

"I don't need to explain." Huang Fuchen fell in a deep voice, "You have no heart for me, I'm used to it, but... ”

“。。。” Ye Yanran waited quietly for the man to continue to say something.

Huang Fuchen's gaze sank, and his voice was cold, "But take pictures today, this wedding will be held in a while." ”

Ye Yanran listened, was silent, and felt more and more guilty in her heart, and wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything at all.

Huang Fuchen suddenly turned his head to look at the woman, staring intently, with an urgent expectation in his tone, "Yan'er, the wedding has been postponed, are you wronged?" ”

Ye Yanran hurriedly raised her head, looked at the man, and quickly shook her head, "Don't be wronged!" Bochen, you decide. ”

The light in Huang Fuchen's eyes dimmed, his heart became more and more lost, and his voice became cold, "I'd rather hear you say that you are very wronged, so today, no matter what method I use, I Huang Fuchen will hold this wedding." ”

After the words fell, Huang Fuchen got up and left the dining room.

Ye Yanran looked up, looking at the back of the man who resolutely left, and her heart sank.

。。。。。

A moment later, at the gate of the mansion.

The servants, butlers, and maids in the mansion all stood not far away and watched, and the blonde foreigner fiddled with a camera.

Huang Fuchen was dressed in a black suit with a silver-white tie, and the slim suit lined his tall figure.

Huang Fuchen's face was cold, and his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with gloomy color.

"The Emperor is handsome~~Hello~~ Where is your lady?" Mr. John stepped forward and asked Huang Fuchen in that suffocated English.

At this moment, the maid Cui'er said excitedly, "Dashuai, Madam is here!" ”

Ye Yanran wore a white gauze and walked down from the upper floor, the lace mesh wrapped around the woman's forehead and fell on the back of her head.

"Dashuai, Madame looks so beautiful!" Cui'er on the side hurriedly praised.

The beautiful face under the white veil, the beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, raised slightly, the beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, wearing a white veil, like the fairy daughter of the heavenly palace, falling on the man's heart, deeply engraved her face, her posture, her fandel, so outstanding and extraordinary.

Huang Fuchen's eyes spread out layers of tenderness that seemed to be happy and sad, happy that such a beauty was his woman, and sad was that her heart was never on his body.

Huang Fuchen sometimes thinks that if he didn't have such power and status, such a woman would be destined to have nothing to do with him.

Ye Yanran was carrying a white veil, and her eyes also fell on the door, the man with a tall figure and a black suit, he was handsome and dazzling in the sun.

Ye Yanran sometimes thinks that if it weren't for her identity behind the door and her good looks, maybe she wouldn't have intersected with this man in this life.

Closer and closer.

Huang Fuchen strode forward, went to greet his bride, stepped forward and picked up the woman on the ground, and walked out.

A moment passed.

Huang Fuchen and Ye Yanran stood in the center of the gate of the mansion, the two nurses hugged Hanhan and Chengcheng, and Huang Fuchen held a child with two arms.

"Madame, your flowers." The maid Cui'er handed a bouquet of flowers to Ye Yanran.

Ye Yanran smiled and took the bouquet of flowers, and looked down to see that it was a faint bouquet of pink roses.

"Handsome? Madam? Are you closer? Mr. John lifted the large red cloth of his camera, poked his head out from under the red cloth, and gestured with a smile.

Huang Fuchen was holding the child in both hands, so he naturally couldn't reach out to grab the woman's shoulder, and fell in a low voice, "Yan'er, lean over a little." ”

Ye Yanran subconsciously approached the man's side, this height gap, even if Ye Yanran wore high heels, it was still only against the man's earlobe.

"Madam, rest your head slightly on the shoulders of the handsome." Mr. John reminded again.

Ye Yanran subconsciously tilted her head slightly and leaned on Huang Fuchen's shoulder.

Huang Fuchen felt that the woman took the initiative to get close, although it was to take pictures, but he also liked this feeling.

Mr. John saw it, pressed his head under the red cloth of the camera, and pulled the cord.

"Bang~~", and the camera emitted a puff of green smoke.

"Come on! One more, one for the handsome and the lady! Mr. John reminded.

The two nurses stepped forward and took Han Han and Cheng Cheng away.

Huang Fuchen raised his arm, lifted it, grabbed the woman's shoulder, and hugged it tightly in his arms.

Ye Yanran looked up at the man above her head, and Huang Fuchen looked down at the woman, looking at each other.

"Marshal, ma'am! You guys watch it every day, now look here! Look here! Mr. John reminded with a smile.

The servants around them all laughed, thinking in their hearts that this handsome man and his wife were really in love.

Ye Yanran's cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and she turned to Mr. John, and Huang Fuchen also turned her gaze.

"Bang~~!" Mr. John pulled down the rope again.

The face and posture of the talented woman are fixed on the camera.