Beichen Shixi's face suddenly turned bad, "Wen Chengqian, don't touch my grandson, I want to give birth to your daughter!" ”

"My daughter is only eighteen years old, Beichen Shixi, you are too much to say such things?" Wen Chengqian was dissatisfied, he hoped to have such a lovely grandson, but his daughter was still too young......

"Then wait a few more years!" Beichen Shixi unceremoniously snatched the child from Wen Chengqian's hands. ∷……~?

And then a miracle happened......

As soon as he arrived at the little guy in Beichen Shixi's arms, he slowly stopped crying...... Instead, he stared at him quietly, and then showed a warm smile.

Wen Chengqian's face suddenly became bad...... This little guy obviously doesn't give him face.

Everyone was amazed...... Mo Qianqian on the side was also shocked...... The little guy was so close to his grandfather.

Beichen Shixi is proud! Sure enough, his biological grandson is his biological grandson, which gives him face very much.

…………

Tang Ze and An Xueqing also changed into the clothes prepared by Ning Ziqi, and then, Mo Qianqian's head was covered with a red hijab.

Ning Ziqi took a long red silk with a big red flower made of silk on it.

"Shallow, you're holding this." She handed the end of the silk to Mo Qianqian, and Mo Qianqian obediently held it.

"Shaoting, you lead this head." Ning Ziqi handed the other end of the silk to Beichen Shaoting.

Beichen Shaoting lowered his head and frowned...... Some don't like it very much.

But after glancing at Mo Qianqian beside him, he still reached out and took it.

Because...... This is the wedding she wants, so he is willing to cooperate unconditionally.

Everyone walked out of the villa and sat in the floats that had been prepared long ago.

The convoy left Beichen's house and walked in a certain direction.

Except for Ning Ziqi, the rest of them didn't know where to go.

And Mo Qianqian covered his head with a hijab, and couldn't see anything, so he could only hold the red cloth strip in his hand and sit quietly in the car.

Beichen Shaoting sat beside her, couldn't help but reach out and wrap his hand around her shoulder, and then whispered: "I'm here, don't worry." ”

"I'm not worried...... It's just too much to look forward to. Mo Qianqian in the hijab bit his lip in embarrassment......

She had waited so long for the wedding to him.

In her heart, she is very happy!

Hearing this, Beichen Shaoting's heart tightened...... Then he reached out and hugged her.

Mo Qianqian tilted his head slightly and leaned on his shoulder.

…………

In some quaint town.

The convoy stopped at the street entrance, and the red sedan chair and the horse wearing the red flower waited at the interface early.

In addition, there are also a team of relatives in complete ancient costumes, maids, sedan chair men, and entourage......

It's exactly the battle of the ancient wedding!

Mo Qianqian was led out of the car, and then sat in a sedan chair, Ning Ziqi took the red silk in her hand and stuffed an apple for her.

"The journey was safe." At this time, the voice of a middle-aged woman with a loud voice sounded beside her.

Mo Qian paused for a moment, lifted his hijab a little curiously, and glanced at it......

found out that it was a matchmaker......

At this moment, Mo Qianqian couldn't help but admire Ning Ziqi's coming.

She was able to make a qiē so ...... in such a short period of time Complete.

Sitting in the sedan chair, Mo Qianqian held the apple in his hand and waited anxiously.

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On the other side, Beichen Shaoting reluctantly got on the horse and sat up straight.