The hustle and bustle in the church came to an abrupt end because of these fluttering words. For a while, all eyes were fixed on Huo Shaoting's body.

He was still clear-eyed and standing tall. Suddenly laughed and raised his lips, as if all the dog blood that happened here had nothing to do with him; It seems that Song Jinyao's words are absurd and illogical.

Then they did something even more surprising in front of everyone. He raised his hand and directly pinched Song Jinyao's face, and smiled hatefully: "I said Miss Song, you are the one who wants to be Mrs., and you are the one who doesn't want to be Mrs. Huo, how can there be such a cheap thing?" When I'm a little toy? Is this young master really so good-tempered? ”

Song Jinyao instinctively frowned, "I don't have ......"

"There is no best! I don't have the time to mess around with you. Marriage is a major event in life, and I have been going for it all my life. No, if the situation is good, your next life Young Master Ben is also booked. So, how can you regret it? ”

"But ......"

"No, but." Huo Shaoting withdrew his hand, was serious and domineering for a second, stretched out his claws and said seriously: "Now it's your turn to wear a wedding ring for me." Song Jinyao, are you willing to marry me, no matter who your husband will become in the future? ”

What he said always made Song Jinyao speechless. Shouldn't he be the one who is worried about the change of identity and background? After a brief distraction, there was an obstructive voice from below, "Huo Shaoting, don't go too far!" You've only known Yaoyao for ten days, how can you like her? What exactly did you promise to marry her! ”

Song Jinyao's eyes sank. Indeed, if Huo Shaoting agreed to the marriage because of her identity and status matching. So now, she may lose all this, why doesn't he leave it?

His thoughts turned, and Huo Shaoting had already spoken. "Mother-in-law, it doesn't seem scientific to measure love by time. You and your father-in-law are not the best proof? What's more, Song Jinyao and I have known each other for a short time, but it is not as short as ten days of acquaintance you said. Plus Song Jinyao is so good, why don't I like her?"

Like her? Song Jinyao was stunned! Is it a perfunctory season or is it really so? This stupid ...... Does he like her?

Song Liwei was also stunned, but he was an old man in the end, and seeing that his son-in-law who was just a transaction was moved sincerely, he had confidence at the moment, and said angrily at Ji Xinmei: "You are enough!" This is your child's own choice, please don't embarrass her! ”

Ji Xinmei swept the couple and Song Liwei on the stage in frustration and confusion, and finally left a sentence: "Yaoyao, you will regret it." Song Liwei, I will never forgive you! Then he turned and walked away.

The world has finally returned to tranquility. The church had a melodious wedding piano music under Huo Shaoting's instructions, and on the ceremonial stage, the three lives were destined to be a couple, Huo Shaoting's eyes were burning and he raised his eyebrows and asked: "Miss Song, you haven't answered me yet, would you like to marry me?" ”

This serious appearance made Song Jinyao's heart throb for a moment. At this moment when almost all rich children will choose to regret their marriage, he sticks to her side. If not out of love, why?

Although she was still a little confused, she suddenly felt the urge to continue. Let's see if we can understand this heart......

After turning her complicated thoughts, Song Jinyao finally showed her face and said softly: "I am willing." I also hope that we are all happy. ”

The simple men's ring was finally put on Huo Shaoting's ring finger, flowers suddenly fell from the church like rain, pigeons flew from all directions, and passionate music resounded through the space......

All good things are at their peak, and time seems to be frozen at this moment. However, the wedding will end eventually, not to mention the problems that have been deliberately suppressed, even the candle night in the cave room is enough for Song Jinyao to drink a pot. Does she really want to give that eight generations of monkeys who are richer than foodies?