"Now the bride is invited," the master of ceremonies said loudly.

"Den den den ...... "The piano is played at the right time......

Today's Wen Fanjun, in a suit and leather shoes, lacks the usual feeling of a ruffian, which makes people feel very handsome.

The bride Yang Ran walked slowly from the opposite side with Yang's father in her arms, and everyone applauded tacitly.

Wen Fanjun looked at Yang Ran shyly walking towards him, looking at her beautiful with a smile.

In the process, Father Yang handed Yang Ran's hand to Wen Fanjun's hand, this scene made people very happy to watch, but there was still a sad feeling.

"Yes, you're so beautiful." Taking Yang Ran's hand, Wen Fanjun said what he had been holding back for the past few days, he couldn't see her for several days, and his mother didn't let them call for the sake of good luck, which made him want to kill her.

"Thank you." When she said this, Yang Ran's shy head lowered even lower.

The master of ceremonies looked at the talented and beautiful two, and said with a smile: "May God bless you, may you be accompanied by white heads......"

"Mr. Xinlang Wenfanjun, you are willing to protect and love Miss Yang Ran by your side in the future, whether it is the same happiness or suffering, whether it is the torture of illness or the aging appearance."

The master of ceremonies' dialogue is very ordinary, no different from other people's dialogue, but at this time, it is indeed what they want to say the most.

Wen Fanjun glanced at Yang Ran and said affectionately, "I am willing."

"Miss Yang Ran, are you willing to share happiness or sorrow in the future, no matter ......"

Listening to their oaths, Lu Yuxi smiled, but there were still tears in his eyes, Yang Ran, in the last life, I didn't see your happiness, in this life, you will grow old.

Seeing Lu Yuxi crying for a while and laughing for a while, Kurobe helplessly hugged her into his arms: "What are you crying about?"

"The best sister is married, and I don't have any tears, is that like a word?"

"I can tell you, if Wen Fanjun dares to bully her, I will definitely not be able to spare him." Lu Yuxi clenched his fists and said.

"Don't worry, although Fan Jun sometimes looks like a child and can't even take care of himself, but he is really not comparable to many people when he is serious."

"I hope what you say is true."

Yang Ran lowered his head shyly: "I am willing, I am willing to marry you, Wen Fanjun."

"Ranran, I don't know how long our love can go, I just want to say that in my lifetime, I am willing to take care of you."

This was not an ordinary promise, and many years later, Yang Ran asked him again why he had given her such a promise in the first place.

Wen Fanjun's answer was like this: "Because, you are my woman."

Hei Qingqing didn't know where to come out, and said excitedly: "Please Xinlang kiss the bride."

Wen Fanjun gave Hei Qingqing an understanding look, lowered his head, and gave her a deep kiss.

Nuo Rou saw the warm scene at night, and the camera in her hand never stopped.

I still have a lot of envy in my heart.

Nuo Rouye looked at Kurobe with a sad face: "Kurobe, when will you propose, and if you don't propose, if my daughter-in-law runs away with her future grandson, how will you compensate me."

"Auntie, this is not in a hurry, if Kurobe is ready, he will naturally propose, we don't have to worry." Lu Yuxi finally knew what duplicity was, and he was most looking forward to his marriage proposal, but he still pretended to be the same as someone who had nothing to do.

Now that she sees Yang Ran getting married, she also wants to get married.