Marriage is a big deal for anyone.

There is a saying that the red flag at home does not fall, and the colorful flags flutter outside, and this sentence alone can prove the concept of most people's hearts, that is, to maintain the stability of the family.

Many people may wish for more than one person of the opposite sex in their lives, but very few people want to experience two or more marriages in their lives.

Especially in the hearts of the people of the Celestial Empire, marriage is a very sacred word.

Wang Fuxing has experienced it, but the experience is incomplete, so when he took Chen Hualou to stand at the Mona Lisa Wedding Photography Store in Beijing, he couldn't find a word to describe his mood in his heart.

It's like a world away.

The corners of Wang Fuxing's mouth were slightly hooked, and his smile was bitter and memorable, a trance and nine warmth.

Chen Hualou, who had been delayed for a day because of work, hugged Wang Fuxing's arm tightly, and the whole person leaned on him, staring at the snow-white wedding dress in the window with beautiful big eyes full of confusion, and his expression was a little longing.

"Let's go inside."

Wang Fuxing said with a smile, looked at the Chen painting building next to him, today's Minister Chen is wearing a particularly casual look, tight little feet and fleece pants, the upper body is a pink cotton shirt that covers the hips, and a khaki women's windbreaker wraps her delicate figure, leaning on Wang Fuxing's side, like the most beautiful landscape.

For Chen Hualou, who is dressed in formal attire on any occasion, her dress, even Wang Fuxing's eyes lit up when she saw it, and her heart swayed.

"Hmm."

Chen Hualou replied softly, a trace of blush appeared on her pretty face for the first time, and the hand holding Wang Fuxing's arm tightened again, her voice was very soft, but with indescribable firmness.

Her marriage with him, symbolizing the all-round in-depth cooperation of the two super forces, for Chen Hualou, this will also be the starting point of her happiness, her identity is too special, from the beginning it was destined that Wang Fuxing and her family could not tolerate even a little turmoil, she hesitated, uneasy, but only did not regret, now standing here, holding Wang Fuxing's arm, her heart suddenly calmed down, leaving only a tenderness and coquettishness that can melt people.

Wang Fuxing took a deep breath, hesitated slightly, and looked at his right side.

Liuli, who was responsible for protecting the safety of Wang Fuxing and Chen Hualou, stood quietly beside Wang Fuxing, not far away from a distance of two meters, ignoring the fantastic white gauze in the window in front of him, just bowing his head slightly, looking at the crystal clear long sword in his hand expressionlessly.

Most of the time, she was so silent and stubborn.

Wang Fuxing was very close to her, but in the breeze, he couldn't see her expression clearly, and he couldn't see her beautiful but always empty eyes.

Wang Fuxing's heart hurt violently.

"You're going to wait for us in the car?"

Wang Fuxing said softly, when he said this, he didn't know why, he actually felt a very weak guilt, when the three of them set off from the Imperial Palace today, even in the face of Huangfu Lingxi, Wang Fuxing's feeling of guilt was not as clear as it is now.

He looked away and looked away.

Silent.

Liuli still stood stubbornly in place, silent.

Chen Hualou bit his lip lightly, and subconsciously hugged Wang Fuxing's arm again, but for some reason, he didn't even open his mouth to urge.

"I want to go in... Go inside and have a look. ”

I don't know how long it took, but Liuli finally spoke, and there was no dissatisfaction, jealousy, or resentment in her tone, but there was a tremor that couldn't be concealed.

The sun is warm.

Facing the luxuriously decorated Mona Lisa Wedding Photography Store, where there are rare stunning beauties on the left and right, Wang Fuxing suddenly finds himself like a clown.

It's stupid.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, responded in a low voice, pinched Chen Hualou's small nose, and said softly, "Be happy." ”

Chen Hualou was stunned for a moment, revealing a smiling face like a flower, and a pair of extremely attractive bright eyes became more and more bright.

Wang Fuxing didn't say more, took Chen Hualou and walked directly into the Mona Lisa Wedding Photography Store, he couldn't hesitate, because standing at the door, he had a faint desire to escape.

Liuli silently followed behind Wang Fuxing and walked into this place that symbolizes happiness.

She had always been like this, following him and then watching the happiness of others.

She used to be very close, very close to happiness, but happiness had nothing to do with her.

"Welcome, sir, to bring your fiancée to pick out the wedding dress? Here are the latest models designed by the Paris wedding design masters, if you need to introduce it to you, and we have the best photographers in Beijing, if the two of you want to take wedding photos, you can shoot indoors on the same day, and you need to choose your favorite location outdoors. ”

The uniformed front desk reception lady saw Wang Fuxing and the three people enter the door, and immediately greeted the guests with a smile, but her eyes inevitably revealed a trace of strangeness, this year, with two super beauties to this kind of place, it is definitely a kind of anecdote, but although this thing is rare, but the front desk lady is not blind, just one glance, you know that the pair of men and women who are close together in front of you are the main ones, as for the other person with a sword in his hand, it seems to be a bodyguard

Bodyguard?

The front desk lady's eyes lit up, and her smile became more and more warm and respectful.

"Let's take a look at it first."

Wang Fuxing said calmly.

"Okay, you can try it on if you need to, sir, your fiancée is very beautiful, and wearing any wedding dress here will definitely be much better than most people."

The front desk lady smiled, although there is a compliment, but it is definitely the truth, a big beauty of Chen Hualou's level, even if she is plain, can kill most of the well-dressed brides in seconds.

Chen Hualou hugged Wang Fuxing's arm and dragged him towards the rows of wedding dresses with high spirits.

"Do you like me to wear a wedding dress or a cheongsam?"

Chen Hualou asked quietly, smiling brightly, the wedding dresses in front of the two of them were all worn on the models, and on the other side were cheongsam and Tang costumes, reflecting the luster of the eyes in the sun.

"Of course I like you not wearing anything."

Wang Fuxing said without thinking, but his smile was very reserved.

"Seriously."

Chen Hualou pursed his lips and gently pinched Wang Fuxing, his face ruddy.

"Listen to you, wear whatever you like."

Wang Fuxing said softly, marriage, especially Chen Hualou's marriage, can only be once in a lifetime, Wang Fuxing doesn't care about cheongsam or wedding dress, he just wants to cooperate with Chen Hualou to the greatest extent, what he cares about is the people around him after all.

"Then I'll choose a wedding dress, I want you to help me pick one, let's go to the VIP area."

Chen Hualou ate and laughed, holding Wang Fuxing in the direction of the VIP area, the so-called VIP area, where the wedding dress is better than these in the hall in terms of workmanship and style, of course, the price is also out of reach, basically can be regarded as the word precious, such a wedding dress, under normal circumstances, it is generally not provided to try on, but it also varies from person to person, the front desk lady can see that Wang Fuxing, who can take a beautiful bodyguard, is not an economically stressed figure even if she has no vision, watching the three of them move to the VIP area, not only did not stop, Instead, the smile became more and more eager.

"Can you help me choose a wedding dress, and I'll help you match a dress?"

Chen Hualou shook Wang Fuxing's arm and said softly, the brilliance in his eyes flickered continuously, the whole person was dignified and steady compared to usual, and she undoubtedly had a little more liveliness and joy at this time.

Wang Fuxing nodded with a smile, and subconsciously glanced at the glass that followed silently beside him.

Liuli was quiet, this time, her eyes did not fall on Wang Fuxing, but on a corner of the window.

There the lights gathered, and a wedding dress was worn on the model, not gorgeous, but there was a kind of ingenious grace and subtlety.

Wang Fuxing was stunned, his eyes were complicated, and he seemed to be stupid for a while.

Without that dazzling bloodstain, it seems that I am really uncomfortable looking at this wedding dress.

Wang Fuxing subconsciously walked over step by step, and finally stopped, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar wedding dress in front of him, speechless for a while.

"This wedding dress is called Oriental Angel, a very classic style, it has maintained a good popularity since its launch, sir, please believe me, if this Oriental Angel is worn by your fiancée, it will definitely be able to wear a different effect."

The front desk lady stood beside Wang Fuxing and whispered.

A classic style means it's not the latest.

How could it be the latest?

It's been years.

Wang Fuxing smiled a little complicatedly, nodded, and said softly, "Try it first." ”

"Shall I try it then? Wait for me. ”

Chen Hualou chuckled softly, put his arms around Wang Fuxing's neck, and kissed him on the face.

The front desk lady took out the key to open the window, took out the wedding dress, and took Chen Hualou to the fitting room.

Wang Fuxing sighed softly, walked to the side of the sofa and sat down, stunned.

"Husband, is it beautiful?"

I don't know how long it took.

A voice with joy sounded in Wang Fuxing's ears.

Wang Fuxing suddenly came back to his senses and raised his head.

Chen Hualou smiled happily, wearing Wang Fuxing's most familiar wedding dress, lifting the corners of his skirt, and turning lightly in front of Wang Fuxing.

This turn seems to be a full five years.

Wang Fuxing's eyes turned red fiercely.

A figure gently walked in front of Chen Hualou, and in Chen Hualou's somewhat puzzled eyes, he stretched out his hand and touched the white bow on Chen Hualou's waist tremblingly.

She tightly grasped the glass sword that seemed to be her only sustenance with one hand, and the corners of her mouth rose hard, revealing a bright smile, but her voice had a hint of crying, and her tone trembled: "It's beautiful." ”