Two Rao weddings on National Day that.

October 1.

The wedding venue was a mansion of the Song family in Kyoto, the kind with a large square garden.

In addition to the relatives of the Song family, Chi Shuang also invited Xu's father and his family. Although the relationship is not close, but the blood relationship is there, so there is no reason why she should not be invited.

In addition to the relatives of both men and women, the most eye-catching is the groom in military uniform in that phalanx.

Song Qinming was wearing a military groom's uniform, and his pink hair when he was undercover was also dyed back to black. The madness of an uninhibited teenager has now turned into a steady and mature body, and he has the dignity of a noble son and the righteousness of a soldier.

Standing there, doing nothing, but earning enough eyeballs.

Chi Shuang is wearing a Chinese-style wedding dress, with green silk braided hair coiled up, and a hosta and a golden step in the hair, which is simple and elegant, and has the gentleness and grace of the ladies in ancient times.

Of course, if you ignore the lazy and cold in her eyes, she is indeed a real gentle and virtuous lady.

Holding her up was Old Man Xie.

The moment Song Qinming appeared in Chi Shuang, there was only one person left in his eyes and mind. He couldn't hear anything from the people next to him, whether it was ridicule or congratulations, he couldn't hear anything.

Before Old Man Xie stepped forward, Song Qinming strode forward and walked down the steps covered with red carpet.

Seeing this on the side, Wang Sifan couldn't wait to pull Song Qinming back, so he could only remind: "Captain, captain!" Don't be in a hurry, pay attention to your image! The location is not right, wait ......"

Song Qinming really couldn't hear it.

Old Man Xie stopped suddenly, looked at Song Qinming who came to them with a smile in his eyes, and said helplessly: "That's it, just send it here." ”

The old man's cold and old hand slowly grabbed Song Qinming's hand, and slowly put his granddaughter's hand in Song Qinming's palm, "I'll put the orange snow...... Over to you. ”

When it came time to hand in this word, Old Man Xie's voice was a little choked, but he still maintained the smile on his face and solemnly finished his words.

"Thank you grandpa, I will definitely take care of Orange Snow for the rest of my life and make her happy."

Slowly holding the girl's soft jade hand, she turned around and walked towards the stage together.

The wedding went smoothly.

At the moment when everyone was coaxing and kissing, Song Qinming felt that his palms were sweaty. Obviously, he had imagined such a scene many times in his mind, but when it came to actual combat, he was so excited and nervous that he could not control himself, and it was difficult to calm down.

"If I don't kiss again, I'll run away from marriage?" The girl's lazy voice came into Song Qinming's ears, and his heart suddenly settled.

The fingers gently pinched the girl's chin, leaned down and lowered her head to hold the precious lips, delicate and soft.

It was like a whirlwind......

Poured on the marriage bed sprinkled with red roses.

Pulling out the hosta and the golden step, the girl's long hair, which was slightly curly like seaweed, spread out and landed on the red pillow.

Song Qinming thought. From the moment he unbuttoned the first button, this girl he had coveted for five years belonged to him alone.

The faint fragrance on the girl's body is like a goblin ready to move in the night, gently climbing on his shoulder, with a faint ambiguous murmur, love words, sultry heartstrings.

Song Qinming's slender fingers lifted the girl's black hair scattered on the pillow, and lowered his head to sniff lightly.

"Orange Snow... Orange ......"

"Qin Ming......" This is the first time she has called him like this, and the soft voice tickles the tip of his heart like a feather, listening to Song Qinming's heart stirring.

Those who were suppressed and waited burst out in an instant, surging over the close distance

"Give birth to a child, I'll take it."

The low, forbearant voice slowly swayed and slowly swayed in the shallow swaying night.

Until Ming.