"Don't worry, your senior sister and I don't have emotional intelligence, so naturally I sent exclusive flowers to Xiao Jane for the first time!"

"Oh...... That's good. ”

Wen Yu is also a delicate woman, and she doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble and war of words on her wedding day.

"Senior sister, on the day you get married, I promise to accompany you early."

Mo Shujin pursed his lips and smiled, "Are you ......?"

She had already received the certificate with Shen Chen three years ago, but it had not yet been announced to the public.

There is no mention of holding a wedding.

Mo Shujin chatted with Wen Yu here for a while.

turned around and came to Jian Qiran's side again.

The beautiful bride is already delicately dressed, affectionate, dignified and luxurious sitting in the room, as if waiting for her groom to greet her.

In the quiet room, only two maids were busy doing things.

Mo Shujin walked to the door and peeked into the room, a little afraid to go in.

"Senior sister—what are you looking at?"

Mo Shujin waved at her at the door, with envy in his eyes, "I'll just see, will I wear this wedding dress on you when I get married in the future." ”

"It has to be pretty! Senior sister, you are in such a good figure, with white skin and beautiful face, you just have to have a wedding gift with your superstar fiancé. By the way, senior sister, has your fiancé returned to China? ”

"What are you doing? Want him to come to your wedding? ”

Jian Qiran clasped her hands in front of her chest, looking like a fan, "If Senior Sister, the one in your family can come and sing a song, I will really die without regrets." ”

Jian Qiran had seen Shen Chen's deity at a very young age.

Although they were deeply attracted by Shen Chen's peerless beauty, they both knew that it was their senior sister's favorite.

Mo Shujin smiled proudly, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you!" He's still filming in Paris, you have to talk about singing earlier, and I can make an appointment for you-"

"Alas...... It's a pity. ”

"Regret what?"

Dongfang Chen came over in a white dress, and heard his wife say regretful words so depressed, and it was the only day worth celebrating in this life!

I have to say that the man's deep voice is indeed suffocating enough, Mo Shujin has already fled and ran to Wen Yu's side.

Jian Qiran saw the groom walking slowly towards her, her pretty face turned red, and she said a little shyly, "People just want to say that they want to leave the deepest impression on a day like today...... That's why I said I hope my sister and her husband can come and sing for us. ”

As she spoke, her voice became quieter.

"You want a celebrity to sing for you?"

He approached, looked down at her, his heart was soft, and for a moment he could no longer control his boiling thirst, leaned over, and went down.

Jian Qiran was instantly stunned.

When he came back to his senses, he pushed him angrily, "I hate it, you have eaten everyone's lipstick." ”

"In addition to that superstar, you can invite other singers, right?"

"Oops, forget it! I'll just say it casually. ”

Jian Qiran picked up the small mirror beside her again, looked at the red lips that looked left and right in the mirror, and raised her hand in a daze, as if she could still feel his wild breath and temperature.

Dongfang Chen stood in front of her without moving.

I shouted in my heart.

Oh, my God......

Is this girl his bride?

At this moment, she is a woman with blank eyebrows and a hint of charming spring.

He smiled suddenly, she was already a red rose blooming on the tip of his heart.

It is the treasure that he pampers in the palm of his hand.

"The ......"

Jian Qiran stared at herself in the mirror, her cheeks flushed, rippling with rose-like beauty, "Today, tonight...... We also invite guests to our house to make trouble...... Is it? ”