Before marriage, Nian Junhong really fulfilled his promise and allocated 2.5 million yuan to Xia Hanshan's card. It's a gift money for the next hire!

If marriage is a tombstone, then a wedding is a tombstone.

Today is the day when she, Xia Menghan, will bury the grave of her happiness.

Since two o'clock in the afternoon, the makeup artist invited by Nian Junhong has been busy at Xia's house, and for almost three hours before and after, Xia Menghan is like a marionette, at the mercy of the makeup artist.

When the wedding dress wrapped her from head to toe, and the long firecrackers in the courtyard outside rang out, Menghan subconsciously glanced at herself in the mirror-

A simple but elegant crown headband, a waist-length black hair draped behind him, and a one-shoulder wedding dress that exposes sexy collarbones and shoulders.

The white wedding dress tightly wrapped around her emaciated and still delicate body, and the drop-shaped skirt bloomed behind her like white peacock tail feathers, dotted with rhinestones, like a tiny celestial body that glittered, setting off her like a moon princess in the mortal world.

It's okay, you shouldn't lose your etiquette. It's just that now, the starry eyes in the mirror that used to be like black gems are now covered with a layer of fog, so hazy that she can't see her face in the mirror clearly, she hurriedly rolled her eyes up, trying not to let the tears fall.

Menghan walked out of the living room like a dream supported by his sister-in-law,

Like a dream, passing through the group of relatives and friends who are busy with this wedding,

Like a dream, I walked towards the courtyard gate......

There, my father's Toyota had driven out of the courtyard and was parked under the phoenix tree as usual. It was the height of summer, and the plane tree was showing its vigorous vitality to people: the branches on the tree were luxuriant, green, fat, red and thin, under the tree, the residual flowers and petals, and the scattered yellow leaves were sprinkled on the cement floor in front of the door, which seemed to tell the glory of the past.

Xia Hanshan stood under the tree, dressed in a gray suit, staring at his daughter.

Menghan lifted the hem of her wedding dress and walked towards her father.

"Dad, how is Mom's surgery going?" She had been busy with pre-wedding preparations for several days, and everything in the hospital was entrusted to her brother and sister-in-law, and at this time, when she asked her father this question, she clearly felt guilty on her face.

"The surgery went well." Xia Hanshan looked at his daughter lovingly, "It's just that Menghan has wronged you." ”

"No, Dad, I'm fine." Taking advantage of the time when his father was greeting relatives and friends, Meng Han hurriedly rolled his eyes upward, so that tears did not slide down his cheeks, "Did the doctor say anything?" ”

"The doctor said that the later protection work should be done well, and the postoperative must be kept in the hospital for observation for a period of time."

"I'm not at home, and the job of taking care of my mother has to work hard for you and my brother and sister-in-law, Dad."

"Child, don't say that, Dad knows that you are bitter in your heart, when you go to Uncle Nian's house, don't act against Junhong's intentions, you must learn to observe words and colors."

"Oh?" Menghan glanced at his father strangely.

"Junhong had a pair of children that year, it is said that Junhong was rejected early in the morning to remarry, you have to be careful when you marry, I am afraid that the pair of sisters and brothers will cause you trouble, so it is better for you to be careful in everything."

Hearing her father say this, Menghan felt a thrill in her heart, but in order to make her father feel relieved, she tried her best to be calm: "Don't worry, Dad, I'm such a big person, this kind of thing, I think I should be able to handle it, to put it bluntly, it's a problem of interpersonal relationships." ”

Ahead, the young Audi honked several times in a row.

"I'm leaving, Dad." Meng Hanqiang suppressed the tears that were about to flow, took his father's hand, and walked to the wedding car.

Audi is speeding along National Highway 352, and in front of the car is a group of vehicles to see off relatives, all BMWs.

This is all thanks to the "outdated king" - Nian Junhong.

"When you get married, you quit your job!" Nian Junhong turned his face slightly from the front passenger seat, he didn't drive today - he was the protagonist of the wedding.

"Why?" Menghan asked puzzled.

"Don't you want to be a stay-at-home wife, baby?" A smile appeared on Nian Junhong's face.

"Oh, I guess I'd better do something! I'll be a little bit more fulfilled that way. Menghan refused.

Nian Junhong's face turned pale and he stopped talking.

Nothing to say all the way.

An hour later, the convoy arrived at Cuibai Park in the western suburbs of Jincheng, the former residence of Nian Junhong.

In this year, Junhong has countless properties all over China, but he loves to live in his homeland for a long time.

This four-and-a-half-story villa stands out from the crowd in this suburban village.

In the middle of the spacious courtyard, a stone path is lined with white tables, chairs, chairs and chairs, and the red carpet paved on the small stone road is even more dazzling and eye-catching.

As the sun sets in the west, the guests have arrived at the host's house one after another, and everyone is seated.

Menghan got out of the wedding car, and the band began to play the "Wedding March", and in the sound of soft music, Menghan took Xia Hanshan's arm and slowly walked towards her groom. That year, Junhong wore a white suit today, with bronzed skin, handsome facial features, and charm as always, but the hair seemed to have changed, the hoarfrost on the sideburns was gone, replaced by black hair.

It must have been dyed, Menghan thought.

As she watched her fiancé, he was watching her, even though she could feel his falcon-like gaze pressing at her from a distance.

The master of ceremonies began to chant: "Please exchange wedding rings between the bridegroom and the bride." ”

Dizzy, she exchanged wedding rings with Nian Junhong;

Dizzy, she was sent to a new house;

Dizzy, Nian Junhong asked him to change his dress, and came out with her hand to bow and toast to every guest;

Dizzy, she was sent into the cave again;

Dizzy, she was called out by Nian Junhong again, standing at the door of the villa, smiling and saying goodbye to every guest......

When the crowd dispersed, Menghan sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, and the two flower girls were also sent away by the council's grandmother.

It's finally quiet, I finally have time for myself, and I can finally calm down and think about some things......

The day before yesterday was August 13th, which is supposed to be the day when the eldest aunt came, but why didn't the eldest aunt, who always came on time, come? I guess it's pregnant! Could it be that the time I was with Ziyu, only that time, I was pregnant?

If this is the case, then, for her, is it not a kind of happiness?

The courtyard is as deep as a promise, and the arrival of the child will surely remove the misery of being alone in this corner of the mansion.

Thinking like this, Menghan couldn't help but settle down. She began to unconsciously search her mind for the familiar or unfamiliar faces she had seen at today's wedding.

Although today is Nian Junhong's big day, the strange thing is that when Nian Junhong introduced her to the guests, she did not meet his two children. From the beginning of her arrival in this courtyard in the afternoon, although her whole mind was dizzy, she still paid a little attention to the people or things around her in this farce.

Could it be that a pair of young Junhong's children rejected their father's second marriage?

As she thought this, the door to the claustrophobic bedroom opened from the outside, and Nian Junhong appeared in front of her.

Although she had already told herself a hundred times in her heart: "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous!" But she still involuntarily tensed her nerves, so much so that she straightened her back on the edge of the bed.

As her thoughts wandered, the guy had already stepped in front of her a few steps, and even though the air conditioning in the room had been turned to 23 degrees, he pulled his bow tie a little irritably, and the bow tie was pulled a few times before it loosened from his neck.

He pinched her chin and pinched her face away from him.

Menghan involuntarily stood up, she was closer to him, and now, she could almost hear his rapid breathing.

He stretched out the index finger of his right hand and rubbed it against her face, the young, blown-and-tearing skin under his fingertips.

Xia Menghan closed her eyes, so close, although Nian Junhong didn't look drunk, she could still smell the smell of alcohol emanating from his nostrils and every pore on his body.

This guy must have drunk too much, and it is also a miracle that he did not get drunk and passed. At the moment, he feels slightly drunk.

"Please me, for the two million that went into your father's card." He whispered in her ear.

When he said this, she shuddered for no reason, and she noticed that her little arms were full of goosebumps.

Menghan's eyes widened, how to please? Do you want her to kiss him? All right! Her hand wrapped around his shin, and she stood on tiptoe, trying to close her mouth, and as she approached his, his arm strained, and she was already firmly in his arms, and then his mouth pressed down, sucking greedily on her lips, and the smell of wine, plus a slightly rotten smell, emanated from his stomach.

Menghan tried to suppress the urge to gag, kissing Ziyu is not this disgusting feeling, it is a drunken and reluctant feeling, Ziyu's kiss is sweet and intoxicating, not as fishy and disgusting as Nian Junhong.

This young Junhong, he doesn't usually look so disgusting! At least you have to clean yourself up before you can do that.

I can't wait for her to think about it, he's already bullied......