Three days, time flies.

Tomorrow is the wedding, and Yan Murong can't sleep when she lies on the bed.

He only now realizes that he is not the superman who is not afraid of anything when the red underwear is put on outside, he has saved people and killed people, but it is the first time he has been married. The mood is inexplicably nervous, some expectation, and some fear.

Glancing at the window secretly, Yan Murong thought, do you want to run again?

But standing at the window and struggling for a long time, he finally dispelled this idea, the old man arranged all of this, all for him, if he ran again, he really couldn't say it - not to mention that he made a belt to whip him, just untied his belt and hung himself on the beam of the house.

"One beanie, two beanie—"

"Seven hundred and sixty-two beans—"

I was going to count the beans to hypnotize myself, but after two hours, the beans have counted hundreds of beans, not only are I not sleepy at all, but I am getting more and more energetic.

"Damn, it looks like I'm suffering from premarital phobia." Yan Murong muttered to himself.

This kind of disease is basically the kind of disease that all men will get when the marriage is approaching, and it is the incurable kind, but when the marriage is completed, the disease will disappear.

Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes for a while, Yan Murong sighed helplessly.

Come on, get married, get married, and a big man is still afraid that he won't be able to get married? Yan Murong comforted himself - when a man gets married, sooner or later he has to have such a day, even if he goes to be a monk - by the way, the requirements for being a monk now are ridiculously high, he must graduate from a bachelor's degree, and he must also be admitted to the civil service. Besides, the current monks have nothing to say about their welfare, eating meat, drinking wine, driving BMWs, abducting beautiful women, reciting Amitabha Buddha in their mouths one by one, the treatment of civil servants, the consumption level of the rich second generation, and the small life is quite nourishing.

After a long day of self-pity and self-pity, in the end, Yan Murong could only sigh.

Come on, anyway, sticking out your head and shrinking your head is a knife - the Buddha said, if you cut me down, there are thousands of me, and if you die, you will die, and you will die sooner than you will be born.

While Guanyin Bodhisattva was pondering the Buddha, there was a knock at the door.

Yan Murong turned over and got out of bed, opened the door, and saw his mother standing at the door wearing gold and silver.

"Mom, why are you dressed so neatly in the middle of the night?" Yan Murong glanced at the wall clock on the wall and asked strangely.

"Early? It's not early. Regardless of Yan Murong's objections, Guo Wanjun pushed Yan Murong away, walked into his room, threw the clothes he was carrying on the bed, and said. Hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth, change your clothes, the makeup artist and stylist are here, hurry downstairs when you're done, and let them put on your makeup. ”

"Mom, it's only half past three." Yan Murong looked at the wall clock, then looked at the sky with stars floating outside the window, and said. "The wedding didn't start until twelve o'clock, why are you tossing so early?"

"It's not early, it's not early." Guo Wanjun was so anxious that she was about to scratch the wall, urging Yan Murong vigorously. "Hurry up and wear it, there's a lot going on. You see, it takes half an hour for you to clean up, and then give you makeup and styling or something, how can it take nearly two hours, you have to go out before eight o'clock, and you have to pick up the light dance before nine o'clock, and you get to the hotel at ten o'clock, and there are still many things to arrange when you get to the hotel, why don't you know that you are in a hurry? - Hey, my little ancestor, you can't move quickly. ”

Listening to her mother's endless chatter, Yan Murong really couldn't cry or laugh.

After figuring it out, he wasn't nervous, but his mother was so anxious that he really didn't know who got married.

"Mom, I don't think you woke up yet." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Does it take two hours to pick up Su Qingwu and then go to the hotel?"

"Why don't you need it?" Guo Wanjun said angrily. "It's fine if there is no traffic jam, but what if there is a traffic jam? What to do? How do you say? ”

"Mom, don't you make a fool of yourself?" Yan Murong said funny. "Su Qingwu and their house are in this compound, and there is a traffic jam here? Are you kidding. ”

"She doesn't live here." Guo Wanjun said. "I went out last night, and there was a villa in the suburbs, and she lived there."

"Suburbs?" Yan Murong was stunned. "You say she's in the suburbs? Why did you run so far? ”

Hearing that he was going to the suburbs to pick up Su Qingwu, Yan Murong's eyes suddenly widened.

Isn't this nothing to do, I originally lived in this compound, and I had nothing to do but walk two steps away, but I had to toss to the suburbs, and I was really full.

Let's not talk about traffic jams, such a long distance, it takes more than an hour to go back and forth, and you don't need money for gasoline?

"yes, yes." Guo Wanjun urged urgently. "Hurry up, hurry up and wash your face, brush your teeth and change your clothes, and then come down to do the styling, I'll arrange a stylist first."

After speaking, without waiting for Yan Murong to reply, Guo Wanjun ran downstairs.

Looking at the custom-made suit without any brand label on the bed, Yan Murong smiled bitterly twice, turned around and walked towards the bathroom. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he found that Yan Tong and Guo Ya'an were sitting on their bed, the pockets of the suits had been opened, and they were wearing a purple princess dress.

Seeing Yan Murong come out, Guo Ya'an jumped up from the bed, trotted all the way to Yan Murong with a suit, turned around in place, and asked with a smile. "Brother, look, am I beautiful?"

"Pretty, like Snow White." Yan Murong praised her.

"Go, you're Snow White." Guo Ya'an said angrily. "What kind of eyes do you have, is Snow White wearing a white dress?"

"And what are you two?" Yan Murong looked at Yan Tong, who was dressed in a suit again, and Yan Tong, who was dressed handsomely, was a little insufficient.

"Look here, look here." Guo Ya said with a word under a red flower on his chest. "I'm a bridesmaid, and my second brother is the best man, how about it, handsome men and beautiful women, won't I give you a share?"

"You two are groomsmen and bridesmaids?" Yan Murong looked at Yan Tong and asked in surprise.

"If the words under this flower are not written wrong, it should be." Yan Tong pointed to his chest and said. "Isn't there a rule, saying that a married woman can't be a bridesmaid, and I didn't say that a married man can't be, so I'll make up the numbers temporarily."

Saying that, Yan Tong sent Guo Ya'an out on the pretext that Yan Murong wanted to change clothes, and then sat on the bed, and suddenly changed his face to a sad expression, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Brother, have you taken any medicine that doesn't get drunk?"

"What are you going to do?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"Of course." Yan Tong smiled bitterly. "This best man is not good, but he will block the wine for you when the time comes-good guy, you haven't seen it, it's all a special high Moutai, in order for you to succeed in the cave room, I guess I have to drink it to death."