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In the conference room, Moxilin pulled out a chair and got up, put on his coat with one arm, and stretched out his right hand to the blonde gentleman opposite.

The other party smiled and shook his hand, "I think we can celebrate in advance in the evening for our future cooperation." ”

Moxilin withdrew his hand, put on his coat neatly, and nodded.

The time set for the evening was half past five, and it was not yet morning, so Mo Xilin went back to the hotel to rest.

The driver drove smoothly, and Moxie leaned back in his seat, his eyes lingering outside the window.

The bustling traffic on the streets of Manchester was unfamiliar to him.

It's familiar again.

Moxilin closed his eyes and slowly loosened his tie.

"This year is the eighth year of Mondez's launch, and the cooperation between China and the UK has ......"

Hearing the voice, Moxie opened his eyes and raised his hand to lower the window.

On the giant LED display screen on the building on the street, the black-haired and black-eyed woman is wearing a smart suit, and the water-red silk scarf around her neck covers the black butterfly that is about to fly, but it does not hide the beautiful neck line too much.

With a proper smile and soft lips open, she said the opening words of the Mondez public press conference a few days ago - as a representative of the British side.

Moxilin stared deeply at the display and smiled slowly.

She looks really good.

So he never regretted making that decision.

Even if that dull pain will stay with him for the rest of his life.

The moment the window was raised, there was a black car and his car staggering by.

In the car, Uncle Zhong turned around, "Young lady, if you are tired, do you need to go back to the manor first?" ”

Qiao Weihuan just got off the plane, a little tired and half-closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, "Let's go over there first." ”

When Uncle Zhong stopped the car, Qiao Weihuan glanced at the flat green field and got out of the car with a bouquet of flowers.

Before he walked to the place, he could see the slender back of the Dao in the distance.

Cui Chengchuan put his hands in his trouser pockets, squinted and lowered his head, and casually bit the cigarette holder.

Through the faint green smoke and the cold tombstone, Charlotte Demville's name was clear and glaring.

Sensing that someone was approaching behind him, Cui Chengchuan turned his head slowly, touching his chin with a smile, "Tsk...... Are you trying to get her out of the ground? ”

Qiao Weihuan bent down and put the bouquet down, "Maybe she's not that atmospheric." ”

Cui Chengchuan sneered, "You know a lot." ”

"It's easy for her to guess, what's so hard to understand."

Qiao Weihuan straightened up, stared at the name on the tombstone, and whispered: "In some ways, I admire her, but she still did something wrong." ”

Even though Mrs. Xu and Vivien are still alive and well, she can't forgive Charlotte.

Cui Chengchuan raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at her side face.

Qiao Wei Huan Tairuo naturally patted the folds on his sleeves, looked up and asked him, "I'll go back to the manor later, together?" ”

Cui Chengchuan took the cigarette from between his lips and flicked the cigarette butt slightly with his thumb.

The fine white soot slowly fell, and was swept away by the silent wind.

"I'm not going."

Seeing Cui Chengchuan turn his back and leave, his back didn't seem to have changed much from before.

It's just that the cold wind of early winter lingers around him, and he is unspeakably lonely and cold.

Qiao Weihuan thought about it, and still said: "He Zhengxiao didn't blame you, otherwise he wouldn't have let you do things, you don't have to do this." ”

Cui Chengchuan kept at his feet, waving his hand with his back to her.

Cui Chengchuan has not set foot in Demville Manor again in these years.

However, the reason why he didn't go was not only because of his silence at the beginning.

Back at the manor, it was just one o'clock in the afternoon.

Qiao Weihuan took off her coat, stretched comfortably, turned her head to see the curtains dancing in the sunlight and breeze, and looked down near the floor-to-ceiling window.

In the past two years, Qiao Xiaobao's eyebrows and eyes have been a little longer than before, and he can vaguely see that he will be beautiful in the future.

But his personality remained the same, running around the garden, chasing the transparent bubbles flying around.

The tall man was right behind her, and the stiff man was now holding a bubble wand with his long fingers and manually making bubbles for her......

The warm scene in the garden made Qiao Wei want to laugh.

Under the warm light, the bubbles were illuminated in various colors, and Qiao Xiaobao stretched out her soft little finger and poked it, and sprinkled her face with a "pop" of mist.

Joe jumped back with a smile and turned around to hug the man's long straight legs.

"Daddy, you're going to make bubbles, don't stop!"

He Zhengxiao raised his eyes slightly, his dark gaze lingered for a short time on the swaying curtains behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, and then he handed the bubble wand in his hand to the servant and looked at his watch, "It's time for you to take a nap." ”

Qiao Xiaobao puffed up his little face, and then obediently stretched out his little arm.

He Zhengxiao laughed softly and picked up Qiao Xiaobao slowly.

Qiao Weihuan just came out, and when she saw that one big and one small were not playing, she asked a little surprised: "Are you going in?" ”

He Zhengxiao bent down to put down Qiao Xiaobao, she ran to Qiao Weihuan's side, and glared at her father angrily: "Ma Ma, Lao He let me take a nap!" ”

Lao He: "......"

When you play with you, you call Daddy, and if you don't play, you will congratulate you, this is the leather strength that is not cleaned up......

Qiao Weihuan held back her expression, saved face for him in front of the child and didn't laugh, and rubbed Qiao Xiaobao's brain, "Then do you want to sleep?" ”

Joe's eyes widened, and he turned his head and ran to his small bedroom.

Anyway, Qiao Xiaobao knew that when Ma Ma came back, Lao He didn't like to take care of her, and he didn't let her be a light bulb......

Stinky old congratulations!

Color big bag!

Seeing the clutter running away, Qiao Weihuan finally couldn't help laughing.

The fine lines at the corners of her eyes were still there, but they hadn't increased.

Between the open eyebrows, it is all her delicate gentleness.

He Zhengxiao stretched his arms around her thin waist, his distinct jaw pressed against her shoulder, and his cold lips seemed to inadvertently rub her ear, "It's funny, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan turned her head and dodged, "Don't trouble me, it's not me who called you Lao He." ”

He Zhengxiao gently held the small earlobe and asked her in a low voice: "She learned all the truth from you, shouldn't you be responsible?" ”

In that long and hoarse voice, there is a thick elegance of danger, plus the touch of the earlobe......

Qiao Weihuan was numb on half of his body, raised his hand to push him, he grabbed his wrist and pulled his chin over, and was kissed indiscriminately.

The half-cold, half-hot temperature went all the way down her lips, burning her fair skin red, and finally stayed in the neck socket, and then He Zhengxiao picked her up horizontally.

"Wait......"

Qiao Weihuan gasped lightly and struggled twice, and was tightened by his arms. Seeing that he was walking towards the garden, his face gradually turned red, and he raised his head and hit his chin with his forehead, "In broad daylight, do you dare to make a face?" ”

"Are you shy?"

He Zhengxiao put her back against the flower wall, lifted her legs and crossed her waist, bent her broad shoulders slightly, and lowered her head to kiss it, "No one can see it." ”

The servants around were very discerning, and they had already stepped back so as not to disturb the two of them......

The roses in the garden bloomed just right, the soft petals were layered and stretched, and the tender green leaves also moved the green tips, quietly watching the scene in full swing.

The woman with her eyes closed was held up by the flowers, tiny beads of sweat slipped down the tip of her nose, and the butterflies on her neck shook their tentacles as if they were about to fly into the flowers......

It's like having sex with a whole sea of flowers.

He Zhengxiao's eyes darkened, sweat seeping from his gray hair, gliding over the deep outline, and then falling into the wet earth.

Seeing her bite her lip unbearably, her long fingers passed through her fingers and then buckled, and she whispered hoarsely in her ear: "Huanhuan......"

When He Zhengxiao carried her out of the flowers, Qiao Weihuan was in a semi-comatose state.

He Zhengxiao kicked open the door with one foot, put the person on the bed, gave her a light kiss on the forehead, and then turned around and left the bedroom.

Outside the door, Uncle Zhong bowed his head respectfully, lowered his voice and said, "Young Master, everyone has arrived." ”

He Zhengxiao straightened the tanzanite cufflinks on the cuffs with his long fingers, and silently curled the corners of his lips.

"Settle them down, and you'll drive them there tomorrow."

"Yes, young master."

The next day, as soon as it was dawn, Qiao Weihuan woke up. She turned over, raised her hand and touched the temperatureless quilt next to her, and opened her eyes to see that He Zhengxiao was not in the bedroom.

After Qiao Weihuan washed up briefly, she pushed the door and went out to eat, and the maid was bending over, "Madam, Mr. commanded, I will take you to a place today." ”

She fastened her dressing gown, looked up and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

The maid didn't answer, Qiao Weihuan: "? ”

What's the mystery?

The maid invited Qiao Weihuan to the second floor, and when she arrived at the room, she was stunned for a moment, "...... Uncle Han? ”

She quickened her pace to enter and closed the door gently, "Why are you here?" ”

Uncle Han sat on the chair with a straight look, originally a little melancholy, but when he heard this, he asked her in surprise, "Didn't you two let me come?" ”

Westminster Abbey.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Fang Shuyu didn't reverse the jet lag, he didn't fall asleep all night, and now he was sleepy, he got out of the car with a yawn, and walked forward slowly.

Liang Minghui held a cigarette, raised his hand to bring the person back, and shook it, "You are spiritual, you have no love when you get married, are you obscure?" ”

Fang Shuyu glanced at him, raised his arm and put his arm around his neck, "Then I'm sleepy, how can I fix it, Captain Liang?" ”

Liang Minghui looked at her stomach with a dark face, didn't dare to shake her arm away, and after throwing away the unlit cigarette, he grabbed her shoulder and walked in, "Come, I'll sing you a song......"

Fang Shuyu has just found out that she is pregnant, and he may have to quit smoking now, so as not to let his wife and children smoke second-hand smoke in the future.

Not long after following the leader in, Liang Minghui paused when he saw the straight back in front of him.

Xu Zhongshu heard the voices of the two from a distance, slowed down and turned around, and met Liang Minghui's gaze.

The two nodded in greeting, Xu Zhongshu's gaze slid down, slowly wiped Fang Shuyu's half-asleep face, and turned around and stepped away from his long legs.

"It's not that you're singing it's too ugly......"

"Good to hear you be mental...... You open your eyes!! ”

Listening to the whispered conversation behind him, Xu Zhongshu raised his eyebrows slightly.

At the other end, Han Yirou also got out of the car, took her man's arm and whispered, "What should I do, why am I so nervous about Huan'er getting married?" It's not that I'm married, and she doesn't need bridesmaids, I just have to sit, why are I so nervous, I'm so nervous......"

He wore glasses and was full of science and engineering men, but he couldn't turn his rational thinking at this time, grabbed her shoulders and whispered: "Don't be nervous, I'm nervous when you're nervous, I haven't seen the Queen of England yet......"

The two of them went in nervously, and when they saw the overcrowded church, they suddenly became even more nervous, and walked to the position next to Fang Shuyu in small steps, and sat down with a serious face.

The church was packed, but few people spoke, and even if they did, they whispered in whispers.

On the other end of the red carpet, He Zhengxiao unhurriedly looked at the edge of the glove, and turned to look at another person who had just sat down.

Fang Shuyu and the others sat in the first row, and their relationship with Qiao Weihuan had already been revealed from their positions.

It was Fu Minglang who had just sat down, he bent down with red eyes, and was talking to Han Yirou.

There are many things that Qiao Weihuan still doesn't know.

For example, the ring that appears frequently, and what Fu Minglang has done.

But she didn't need to know, because it didn't matter.

He Zhengxiao's deep eyes bypassed the aisle and landed on the other half of the seat in the first row.

Lisi was in the first place, smiling sweetly and talking to the prime minister, who had just been re-elected for two years. Next to him sat Qiao Xiaobao, who was unusually obedient, his little face was very red, and his two soft index fingers were put together, and he peeked at Lisi......

At about the end of the hour, the soft and pleasant notes echoed low in the quaint and vicissitudes of the church, and the guests of extraordinary status stopped talking and turned their heads in the same direction.

In the corridors, the holy white trail was heavy and long, wavy on the luxurious red carpet.

Qiao Weihuan's chest rumbled, he was unprecedentedly confused, his arm holding Uncle Han was a little stiff, and his sweaty fingers shrank and shrunk.

Seeing her like this, Uncle Han sighed, "Huan'er, don't be afraid, if he dares to bully you in the future, tell your uncle, and your uncle will get it back for you." ”

When Qiao Weihuan heard this, he unexpectedly relaxed, biting the soft meat in his mouth, "Uncle Han......"

Uncle Han didn't speak again, but let go of Qiao Weihuan's hand.

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath very slowly, and looked at the other end of the red carpet, He Zhengxiao was dressed in an ironed black swallowtail, slowly turned sideways, and his deep eyebrows stretched out.

The shoulders are still open and majestic, and the long legs are gracefully and gracefully stepped onto the red carpet.

She thought that no matter the rise and fall of glory and disgrace in the second half of her life, birth and old age and illness, this man could accompany her to go on.

In the conference room, Moxilin pulled out a chair and got up, put on his coat with one arm, and stretched out his right hand to the blonde gentleman opposite.

The other party smiled and shook his hand, "I think we can celebrate in advance in the evening for our future cooperation." ”

Moxilin withdrew his hand, put on his coat neatly, and nodded.

The time set for the evening was half past five, and it was not yet morning, so Mo Xilin went back to the hotel to rest.

The driver drove smoothly, and Moxie leaned back in his seat, his eyes lingering outside the window.

The bustling traffic on the streets of Manchester was unfamiliar to him.

It's familiar again.

Moxilin closed his eyes and slowly loosened his tie.

"This year is the eighth year of Mondez's launch, and the cooperation between China and the UK has ......"

Hearing the voice, Moxie opened his eyes and raised his hand to lower the window.

On the giant LED display screen on the building on the street, the black-haired and black-eyed woman is wearing a smart suit, and the water-red silk scarf around her neck covers the black butterfly that is about to fly, but it does not hide the beautiful neck line too much.

With a proper smile and soft lips open, she said the opening words of the Mondez public press conference a few days ago - as a representative of the British side.

Moxilin stared deeply at the display and smiled slowly.

She looks really good.

So he never regretted making that decision.

Even if that dull pain will stay with him for the rest of his life.

The moment the window was raised, there was a black car and his car staggering by.

In the car, Uncle Zhong turned around, "Young lady, if you are tired, do you need to go back to the manor first?" ”

Qiao Weihuan just got off the plane, a little tired and half-closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, "Let's go over there first." ”

When Uncle Zhong stopped the car, Qiao Weihuan glanced at the flat green field and got out of the car with a bouquet of flowers.

Before he walked to the place, he could see the slender back of the Dao in the distance.

Cui Chengchuan put his hands in his trouser pockets, squinted and lowered his head, and casually bit the cigarette holder.

Through the faint green smoke and the cold tombstone, Charlotte Demville's name was clear and glaring.

Sensing that someone was approaching behind him, Cui Chengchuan turned his head slowly, touching his chin with a smile, "Tsk...... Are you trying to get her out of the ground? ”

Qiao Weihuan bent down and put the bouquet down, "Maybe she's not that atmospheric." ”

Cui Chengchuan sneered, "You know a lot." ”

"It's easy for her to guess, what's so hard to understand."

Qiao Weihuan straightened up, stared at the name on the tombstone, and whispered: "In some ways, I admire her, but she still did something wrong." ”

Even though Mrs. Xu and Vivien are still alive and well, she can't forgive Charlotte.

Cui Chengchuan raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at her side face.

Qiao Wei Huan Tairuo naturally patted the folds on his sleeves, looked up and asked him, "I'll go back to the manor later, together?" ”

Cui Chengchuan took the cigarette from between his lips and flicked the cigarette butt slightly with his thumb.

The fine white soot slowly fell, and was swept away by the silent wind.

"I'm not going."

Seeing Cui Chengchuan turn his back and leave, his back didn't seem to have changed much from before.

It's just that the cold wind of early winter lingers around him, and he is unspeakably lonely and cold.

Qiao Weihuan thought about it, and still said: "He Zhengxiao didn't blame you, otherwise he wouldn't have let you do things, you don't have to do this." ”

Cui Chengchuan kept at his feet, waving his hand with his back to her.

Cui Chengchuan has not set foot in Demville Manor again in these years.

However, the reason why he didn't go was not only because of his silence at the beginning.

Back at the manor, it was just one o'clock in the afternoon.

Qiao Weihuan took off her coat, stretched comfortably, turned her head to see the curtains dancing in the sunlight and breeze, and looked down near the floor-to-ceiling window.

In the past two years, Qiao Xiaobao's eyebrows and eyes have been a little longer than before, and he can vaguely see that he will be beautiful in the future.

But his personality remained the same, running around the garden, chasing the transparent bubbles flying around.

The tall man was right behind her, and the stiff man was now holding a bubble wand with his long fingers and manually making bubbles for her......

The warm scene in the garden made Qiao Wei want to laugh.

Under the warm light, the bubbles were illuminated in various colors, and Qiao Xiaobao stretched out her soft little finger and poked it, and sprinkled her face with a "pop" of mist.

Joe jumped back with a smile and turned around to hug the man's long straight legs.

"Daddy, you're going to make bubbles, don't stop!"

He Zhengxiao raised his eyes slightly, his dark gaze lingered for a short time on the swaying curtains behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, and then he handed the bubble wand in his hand to the servant and looked at his watch, "It's time for you to take a nap." ”

Qiao Xiaobao puffed up his little face, and then obediently stretched out his little arm.

He Zhengxiao laughed softly and picked up Qiao Xiaobao slowly.

Qiao Weihuan just came out, and when she saw that one big and one small were not playing, she asked a little surprised: "Are you going in?" ”

He Zhengxiao bent down to put down Qiao Xiaobao, she ran to Qiao Weihuan's side, and glared at her father angrily: "Ma Ma, Lao He let me take a nap!" ”

Lao He: "......"

When you play with you, you call Daddy, and if you don't play, you will congratulate you, this is the leather strength that is not cleaned up......

Qiao Weihuan held back her expression, saved face for him in front of the child and didn't laugh, and rubbed Qiao Xiaobao's brain, "Then do you want to sleep?" ”

Joe's eyes widened, and he turned his head and ran to his small bedroom.

Anyway, Qiao Xiaobao knew that when Ma Ma came back, Lao He didn't like to take care of her, and he didn't let her be a light bulb......

Stinky old congratulations!

Color big bag!

Seeing the clutter running away, Qiao Weihuan finally couldn't help laughing.

The fine lines at the corners of her eyes were still there, but they hadn't increased.

Between the open eyebrows, it is all her delicate gentleness.

He Zhengxiao stretched his arms around her thin waist, his distinct jaw pressed against her shoulder, and his cold lips seemed to inadvertently rub her ear, "It's funny, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan turned her head and dodged, "Don't trouble me, it's not me who called you Lao He." ”

He Zhengxiao gently held the small earlobe and asked her in a low voice: "She learned all the truth from you, shouldn't you be responsible?" ”

In that long and hoarse voice, there is a thick elegance of danger, plus the touch of the earlobe......

Qiao Weihuan was numb on half of his body, raised his hand to push him, he grabbed his wrist and pulled his chin over, and was kissed indiscriminately.

The half-cold, half-hot temperature went all the way down her lips, burning her fair skin red, and finally stayed in the neck socket, and then He Zhengxiao picked her up horizontally.

"Wait......"

Qiao Weihuan gasped lightly and struggled twice, and was tightened by his arms. Seeing that he was walking towards the garden, his face gradually turned red, and he raised his head and hit his chin with his forehead, "In broad daylight, do you dare to make a face?" ”

"Are you shy?"

He Zhengxiao put her back against the flower wall, lifted her legs and crossed her waist, bent her broad shoulders slightly, and lowered her head to kiss it, "No one can see it." ”

The servants around were very discerning, and they had already stepped back so as not to disturb the two of them......

The roses in the garden bloomed just right, the soft petals were layered and stretched, and the tender green leaves also moved the green tips, quietly watching the scene in full swing.

The woman with her eyes closed was held up by the flowers, tiny beads of sweat slipped down the tip of her nose, and the butterflies on her neck shook their tentacles as if they were about to fly into the flowers......

It's like having sex with a whole sea of flowers.

He Zhengxiao's eyes darkened, sweat seeping from his gray hair, gliding over the deep outline, and then falling into the wet earth.

Seeing her bite her lip unbearably, her long fingers passed through her fingers and then buckled, and she whispered hoarsely in her ear: "Huanhuan......"

When He Zhengxiao carried her out of the flowers, Qiao Weihuan was in a semi-comatose state.

He Zhengxiao kicked open the door with one foot, put the person on the bed, gave her a light kiss on the forehead, and then turned around and left the bedroom.

Outside the door, Uncle Zhong bowed his head respectfully, lowered his voice and said, "Young Master, everyone has arrived." ”

He Zhengxiao straightened the tanzanite cufflinks on the cuffs with his long fingers, and silently curled the corners of his lips.

"Settle them down, and you'll drive them there tomorrow."

"Yes, young master."

The next day, as soon as it was dawn, Qiao Weihuan woke up. She turned over, raised her hand and touched the temperatureless quilt next to her, and opened her eyes to see that He Zhengxiao was not in the bedroom.

After Qiao Weihuan washed up briefly, she pushed the door and went out to eat, and the maid was bending over, "Madam, Mr. commanded, I will take you to a place today." ”

She fastened her dressing gown, looked up and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

The maid didn't answer, Qiao Weihuan: "? ”

What's the mystery?

The maid invited Qiao Weihuan to the second floor, and when she arrived at the room, she was stunned for a moment, "...... Uncle Han? ”

She quickened her pace to enter and closed the door gently, "Why are you here?" ”

Uncle Han sat on the chair with a straight look, originally a little melancholy, but when he heard this, he asked her in surprise, "Didn't you two let me come?" ”

Westminster Abbey.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Fang Shuyu didn't reverse the jet lag, he didn't fall asleep all night, and now he was sleepy, he got out of the car with a yawn, and walked forward slowly.

Liang Minghui held a cigarette, raised his hand to bring the person back, and shook it, "You are spiritual, you have no love when you get married, are you obscure?" ”

Fang Shuyu glanced at him, raised his arm and put his arm around his neck, "Then I'm sleepy, how can I fix it, Captain Liang?" ”

Liang Minghui looked at her stomach with a dark face, didn't dare to shake her arm away, and after throwing away the unlit cigarette, he grabbed her shoulder and walked in, "Come, I'll sing you a song......"

Fang Shuyu has just found out that she is pregnant, and he may have to quit smoking now, so as not to let his wife and children smoke second-hand smoke in the future.

Not long after following the leader in, Liang Minghui paused when he saw the straight back in front of him.

Xu Zhongshu heard the voices of the two from a distance, slowed down and turned around, and met Liang Minghui's gaze.

The two nodded in greeting, Xu Zhongshu's gaze slid down, slowly wiped Fang Shuyu's half-asleep face, and turned around and stepped away from his long legs.

"It's not that you're singing it's too ugly......"

"Good to hear you be mental...... You open your eyes!! ”

Listening to the whispered conversation behind him, Xu Zhongshu raised his eyebrows slightly.

At the other end, Han Yirou also got out of the car, took her man's arm and whispered, "What should I do, why am I so nervous about Huan'er getting married?" It's not that I'm married, and she doesn't need bridesmaids, I just have to sit, why are I so nervous, I'm so nervous......"

He wore glasses and was full of science and engineering men, but he couldn't turn his rational thinking at this time, grabbed her shoulders and whispered: "Don't be nervous, I'm nervous when you're nervous, I haven't seen the Queen of England yet......"

The two of them went in nervously, and when they saw the overcrowded church, they suddenly became even more nervous, and walked to the position next to Fang Shuyu in small steps, and sat down with a serious face.

The church was packed, but few people spoke, and even if they did, they whispered in whispers.

On the other end of the red carpet, He Zhengxiao unhurriedly looked at the edge of the glove, and turned to look at another person who had just sat down.

Fang Shuyu and the others sat in the first row, and their relationship with Qiao Weihuan had already been revealed from their positions.

It was Fu Minglang who had just sat down, he bent down with red eyes, and was talking to Han Yirou.

There are many things that Qiao Weihuan still doesn't know.

For example, the ring that appears frequently, and what Fu Minglang has done.

But she didn't need to know, because it didn't matter.

He Zhengxiao's deep eyes bypassed the aisle and landed on the other half of the seat in the first row.

Lisi was in the first place, smiling sweetly and talking to the prime minister, who had just been re-elected for two years. Next to him sat Qiao Xiaobao, who was unusually obedient, his little face was very red, and his two soft index fingers were put together, and he peeked at Lisi......

At about the end of the hour, the soft and pleasant notes echoed low in the quaint and vicissitudes of the church, and the guests of extraordinary status stopped talking and turned their heads in the same direction.

In the corridors, the holy white trail was heavy and long, wavy on the luxurious red carpet.

Qiao Weihuan's chest rumbled, he was unprecedentedly confused, his arm holding Uncle Han was a little stiff, and his sweaty fingers shrank and shrunk.

Seeing her like this, Uncle Han sighed, "Huan'er, don't be afraid, if he dares to bully you in the future, tell your uncle, and your uncle will get it back for you." ”

When Qiao Weihuan heard this, he unexpectedly relaxed, biting the soft meat in his mouth, "Uncle Han......"

Uncle Han didn't speak again, but let go of Qiao Weihuan's hand.

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath very slowly, and looked at the other end of the red carpet, He Zhengxiao was dressed in an ironed black swallowtail, slowly turned sideways, and his deep eyebrows stretched out.

The shoulders are still open and majestic, and the long legs are gracefully and gracefully stepped onto the red carpet.

She thought that no matter the rise and fall of glory and disgrace in the second half of her life, birth and old age and illness, this man could accompany her to go on.