Su Xiaoya pulled down Qi Muchen's sleeve with a bitter face.

"Husband, you better marry me back. I feel like if I stay any longer, their relationship will get worse and worse. ”

She now knew why the relationship between the old master and the old lady seemed strange.

And Mu Qingchen doesn't live at home all year round.

Because Mu Qingchen didn't treat Yao Yifeng as his wife at all.

In his heart, only her grandmother Yao Yidie is his wife.

Her grandmother didn't have a chance to wear this wedding dress back then, so Mu Qingchen hoped that she could wear it.

This bloody love triangle from decades ago has been gradually forgotten with the passage of time.

"Hey—bastard. I knew I wouldn't come to Jiangcheng. ”

Su Xiaoya lay in Qi Muchen's arms and sighed lamentingly.

"It's okay." Someone pecked her lightly, and there was a sharp glint in her eyes.

"With me, no one dares to embarrass you."

——

Three days later, Su Xiaoya got married in the luxurious wedding dress that Mr. Qi designed for her.

Mr. Qi's plane stopped at the gate of the Mu family's manor.

The sun shone on Su Xiaoya's body, she wore this long dress studded with diamonds and lace, and held the freshest bouquet of flowers that had just been picked in the early morning from the Mu family's manor.

Like one of the most gorgeous and glamorous goddesses, she walked out of the living room and walked through the grass, and the little Mengbao behind her pulled a long skirt for her, with little short legs, and her tender little face flashed with excitement.

Both sides of the manor gate were full of all the bodyguards that Qi Muchen brought to Jiangcheng, and when they saw Su Xiaoya coming out, they hurriedly straightened up and shouted in unison.

"Mrs. Qi is good."

Hundreds of bodyguards shouted together, the sound was simply earth-shattering, and Su Xiaoya couldn't help but shudder.

The hand immediately subconsciously touched his stomach and whispered.

"Don't be afraid, babies, you have to adapt, when we return to the imperial capital, this formation will be even more violent."

"Little Tooth."

Qi Muchen, who was standing at the door of the Mu family's manor, was wearing a black suit that had been prepared for a long time today.

Like the wedding dress on Xiaoya's body, it is specially tailored by the master, waiting for this day to be able to wear it on the body and personally welcome Xiaoya into the door.

When Su Xiaoya stepped out of the Mu family's manor, Qi Muchen's body suddenly slowly became shorter.

Instantly shorter.

He knelt on one knee, took the hand of Little Tooth in one hand, and kissed it gently.

Softly.

"Xiaoya, please come back to the imperial capital with me and officially be my Mrs. Qi."

The sun shone on Qi Muchen's handsome face, and his amber eyes glowed with intense affection when he looked at Su Xiaoya.

It is like two quiet lakes, calm and waveless, but deep and bottomless.

Su Xiaoya felt that she was about to cry.

If it weren't for the fact that her stomach was too heavy, she would have been eager to throw himself into Mr. Qi's arms and throw him directly on the grass.

She sniffed, a glitter in her beautiful eyes, ripples on her lips, and pulled Mr. Qi up with one hand with a smile.

Grabbed his arm, walked with him to the plane, and waved down to the person next to him.

"Sister, you are so beautiful today. I'll wait for you to get back to the door—"

Su Xiaoan was surrounded by medical staff, and his face still looked a little pale.

Waving excitedly at his sister, the eighteen-year-old boy's young and innocent face shone with excitement.

Mu Qingchen in the distance narrowed his eyes, his eyes always staring at the plane slowly rising into the air.

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