The golden dome of the romantic hotel bathes the sun. At the gate, a row of splendid cars is neatly parked, which looks full of momentum.

The green lawn, which can accommodate 1,000 people, is full of celebrities.

The wedding of Leng Yunting, the son of a wealthy family, and the star Luo Qingxue will be held here!

The huge baroque relief plaster door is carefully decorated with thousands of white roses in the shape of a heart-shaped flower wall, like a dreamy fairyland.

On both sides of the red-carpeted road, beside the white feast, flowers and purple veils are dotted everywhere. The breeze blows, the purple light veil flutters, and the petals of various colors fly in the air, like beautiful butterflies, and the atmosphere is romantic and extraordinary.

On a huge stage in the center, fountains are sprayed all around. Not far away, under the flower gate, a couple of newcomers stood side by side.

It stands to reason that the woman's father should have walked half the distance with his daughter holding hands, and then handed over his daughter to his son-in-law. It's just that Luo Qingxue's background is special, and this paragraph is very consciously pinched.

The groom Leng Yunting was wearing a black Versace suit, quite handsome, with a long body, but simply going to that station, there was a kind of cold and arrogant and strong momentum, which no one could ignore. And Luo Qingxue beside him was dressed in a white veil, the breeze blew, and the layers of light veil fluttered, and her whole person was like a Luo Shen near the water, fluttering like the snow of the flowing wind.

And more importantly, such two dazzling people have a gentle smile like a spring breeze on their faces. The ten fingers that are tightly clasped together show the yearning of the two people for marriage and affection.

At twelve o'clock, the bell rang.

The originally noisy venue instantly quieted down.

Under the slow wedding sonata, Leng Yunting took Luo Qingxue's hand and walked slowly along the red carpet.

The two stood together, and a few words flashed in front of everyone's eyes - "Men and women, a match made in heaven".

Even Yu Zexiao, who has always been against Leng Yunting, did not speak at this moment. Looking at the slow pace of the two people, there was a slight envy in their eyes.

Perhaps, it's really time for him to find a girlfriend?

Time was not more, no less, and when the wedding sonata fell, they also happened to be at the top of the stage.

When the two of them were still standing, the priest solemnly drew a cross on his chest.

"Miss Luo Qingxue, please solemnly swear before God: whether you are willing to marry Mr. Leng Yunting as your wife, love him, protect him, and always be loyal to him and your marriage no matter whether you are sick or healthy, rich or poor. ”

"I do!" Luo Qingxue replied immediately, looking at him lightly, the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were full of gentle smiles.

Holding his ten-fingered hand, he couldn't help but use a little strength.

The pastor looked at Leng Yunting again: "Mr. Leng Yunting, please solemnly swear before God: whether you are willing to marry Miss Su Qingyue as your wife, love her, comfort her, no matter whether you are sick or healthy, rich or poor, you will always be loyal to her and your marriage." ”

In the eyes of everyone, Leng Yunting also glanced at Luo Qingxue, and in the deep black pupils, a gentle smile was quenched, and a warm heat rushed into the heart. The corners of his lips opened slightly, and he nodded: "I。。。。。。 ”

At this moment, outside, there was a sudden commotion!

"Ruoxue, don't be willful! Your hasty decision will hurt you for the rest of your life!"