Song Qingyu took the initiative to step forward and hug him, closed her eyes and posted it with peace of mind: "Then I'll take it to a place tomorrow." ”

Fu Wenzhou didn't ask where to go, and said hello.

My heart has blossomed because of her stickers.

Yuzu seems to be getting more and more clingy.

But I love it!

The next morning, the sky was clear.

There is a little wind, not stuffy or dry, and it is a good day to hold a wedding.

Fu Wenzhou couldn't sleep at dawn, got up and went out for a run, came back to take a shower, and when he came back, he saw that Song Qingyu hadn't woken up yet, and went to make breakfast again.

At half past seven, Song Qingyu went downstairs.

After eating, she went to Yun Nian's courtyard and stayed for half an hour before coming back.

Fu Wenzhou pretended to be calm, but when Song Qingyu left, he looked at her back, and when she came back, he stared at her from afar.

But looking at Song Qingyu, it seemed that he had forgotten what he had said yesterday, and he had been in a good place all morning, without any intention of surprising him.

At noon, Song Qingyu went to sleep, and Fu Wenzhou's anxious mind reached its peak.

He couldn't help it anymore, went upstairs directly, and estimated that she was probably asleep, so he went up to trouble her.

Song Qingyu dreamed that she was being licked by a dog in her sleep, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a man close at hand.

That Zhang Jun's face was full of grievances, but he still had to pretend to be calm, "Yuyu, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted me to go somewhere?" ”

Song Qingyu tilted her head, looking like she hadn't woken up: "Huh? Did I say that? ”

Fu Wenzhou propped up his upper body and stared at her seriously: "You said it." ”

The tone was firm and irrefutable.

Song Qingyu thought for a while, turned over and continued to sleep: "Hmm, I don't remember, you let me sleep for a while." ”

Fu Wenzhou leaned in and bit her neck from behind: "Good pomelo, don't tease me, where are you going to take me?" ”

Song Qingyu closed her eyes and said: "It's not a special place, it's the manor you took me to last time, I bought a little stuff to go back, I wanted to take you to see it, but I suddenly remembered that some places were not arranged, let's do it another day." ”

The last three words directly blocked Fu Wenzhou's next words.

He was in a state of suspicion, could it be that the news he received was fake? Isn't Yuzu going to have a wedding with him today?

No, he's seen the invitations.

Yun Nian was busy working in the courtyard, and there was a strong smell of medicine.

Fu Wenzhou sat opposite him, supporting his forehead, and the whole person was in a state of emptiness.

Yun Nian completely treated him as air.

Is it true that the man who wants a gift is blind and can't wait for a moment?

How did Sister Yuzu look at such an unstable thing.

Yun Nian secretly rolled his eyes, poured out the boiled medicine, and picked up the man expressionlessly: "Take it back." You try not to come to my yard in the future, I will be annoyed when I see you. ”

Fu Wenzhou took the tray and sneered coldly: "Cure the pomelo, you go quickly, who wants to be a father and raise a teenage rebel son without pain." ”

Yun Nian snorted, trying to restrain his desire to fight back, if it weren't for his good day, he would definitely give him a serious break.

"You go quickly, annoying."

Fu Wenzhou felt that Yun Nian was spoiled by Yuyu, and he became more and more irritable day by day, thinking that when he first met, he was just a young boy who was not pleasant, but on the whole, his mood was quite stable.

But he's too lazy to care about anyone but Yuzu right now.

Carrying the tray home, he put the medicine on the coffee table to cool, and went upstairs to call someone, but he saw that the bedroom was empty, where was Song Qingyu's figure?

"Yuzu?"

He screamed a few times, and she was nowhere to be seen in the whole villa.

He frowned and walked quickly downstairs, just then, a nanny car drove up to the door.

A line of uniformed men and women got off the bus, standing in unison, smiling and revealing their standard eight teeth: "Mr. Fu, we are the stylists that Miss Song invited for you, can we come in?" ”

Fu Jiuzhou's anxiety turned into a heartbeat in another sense.

"Hmm." He nodded reservedly, as if a firework had exploded.

He invited people in, and a group of people took out their dresses and styled him.

Fu Wenzhou looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly had a very unreal feeling.

He had imagined many situations of marrying Song Qingyu, but he never thought that she would lead all this, which felt a little strange, but the heart that had been hanging since the morning finally fell to the ground.

The stylist next to him was full of exclamation: "Mr. Fu, you are so handsome." ”

Fu Wenzhou tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the smile in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

The stylist suddenly said to the girl next to her: "Miss Song's vision is good, this is Miss Song personally asked the chief pattern designer of our store, and even our boss said that it is a pity that Miss Song does not want to be a designer." ”

Fu Wenzhou didn't think anything was wrong, but when he heard this, he clasped his hand and paused, "This is what Miss Song personally participated in designing?" ”

The other party realized that he had leaked his mouth, so he quickly stuck out his tongue and stepped aside.

Fu Wenzhou's heart was hot, and a warm current crossed it, hitting his heart.

Change your clothes and do a good look, the sun has set.

There were already cars waiting at the door, and a group of stylists stood in two rows at the gate, watching Fu Wenzhou get on the bus.

Wearing custom-made clothes, dressing up carefully, sitting in an unfamiliar car, and about to meet the unknown, this is a novel and happy experience for Fu Wenzhou.

He has never been used to letting everything out of his control, but in Song Qingyu, he always makes exceptions again and again.

The driver who drove the car was an unfamiliar face, and the whole person collapsed very tightly.

Fu Wenzhou was more nervous than him, and hot sweat broke out in his clenched hands.

Half an hour later, he finally realized that something was wrong.

He looked at the driver, and it happened that the driver was also looking at him from the rearview mirror, and the moment they looked at each other, Fu Wenzhou sighed: "If I'm not mistaken, you have already turned this road for the third time." ”

Driver: "...... Sorry, I was too nervous. ”

Fu Wenzhou: "......"

He said in his heart that it's not that you are married, what are you nervous about.

Seeing that the driver was about to drive the wrong way again, he raised his hand and pointed to the right lane: "Turn right from this side, and then turn down, I'm afraid I can't help but kick you down." ”

The driver chuckled dryly.

At the same time, in the manor, Song Qingyu had already changed into her wedding dress, and her nervous fingertips trembled.

But she couldn't see it on the surface, seeing that the time was almost up, and she hadn't seen Fu Wenzhou appear, she turned her head and looked back: "Why hasn't Fu Wenzhou come yet?" ”

"What's the hurry?" Yan Miao said, "I deliberately asked the driver to take him around a few more times on the road." ”

"......" Song Qingyu was speechless, if she hadn't known Yan Miao for many years, she would have wondered if the two were plastic sisters, "Why?" ”

"Good things are grinding." Yan Miao made a joke, and then smiled: "You'll know in a while." ”

Song Qingyu felt a sense of loss of control, but she knew that Yan Miao would not harm her, so she suppressed the tension in her heart and nodded.

The weather was fine all day today.

In the evening, the clouds on the horizon were dyed golden red by the setting sun, dyeing the whole estate with a touch of warmth.

Guests have arrived.

A car slowly came from a distance, and it didn't take long to reach the end of the red carpet.

The driver got out of the car and calmly helped open the door of the rear compartment, and a pair of leather shoes landed steadily on the red carpet, and then Fu Wenzhou's figure appeared in front of everyone.

On the second floor, Song Qingyu looked at the man on the red carpet, and only then did she have a real sense of reality.

In her ear, Yan Miao was saying something, but she couldn't listen to a word.

There was only the man who walked on the red carpet in his eyes.

Fu Wenzhou walked to the other end of the red carpet step by step and stood still.

Liang Muchuan served as the master of ceremonies, and his humorous way of speaking brought a joyful atmosphere to the scene.

“…… So groom, are you ready to welcome the bride? ”

Fu Wenzhou nodded.

No one saw that his palms were already damp.

Liang Muchuan seemed to be deliberate, and the corners of his mouth pursed a bad smile, "The groom, have you ever seen the bride wearing a wedding dress?" ”

Fu Wenzhou: "No. ”

His voice was deep, a little tense, and if you listened closely, there was even a slight tremor in his voice.

Liang Muchuan asked again: "Then are you looking forward to it?" ”

"Well, look forward to it."

"Okay, so now please turn your back to the red carpet first, and don't peek."

Fu Wenzhou turned around, Liang Muchuan experienced the pleasure of ordering Fu Wenzhou for the first time, not to mention how cool it was in his heart, but he was also happy for him from the bottom of his heart, and he no longer teased him, raised his hand, and the music sounded.

At this moment, time seems to become infinitely long.

Every second behind Fu Wenzhou turned around was like a second like a year.

His body tensed, because he couldn't see behind him, he didn't know when his yuzu would come behind him, and he didn't know what she looked like in her wedding dress.

Na Yan said that he wanted to take pictures of her, and there was no movement after that.

He had imagined Song Qingyu wearing a wedding dress countless times, and at this time, he was also constructing a picture of her standing behind her in a wedding dress in his mind.

I don't know how long it took, but it was quiet.

Fu Wenzhou seemed to feel something, and his back froze.

The setting sun stretched his figure long and reflected it on the swaying light veil in front of him.

And behind him, there was a slender figure in a skirt.

Her skirt was large and her veil was thin.

She stood there quietly holding the flower, and the shadows of the two could overlap if he moved slightly.

At this moment, Fu Wenzhou didn't dare to look back.

He had never been so apprehensive.

There was a noise in his ears, and the sound of his heart beating again and again, beating heavily on his chest, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

His nervous mouth was dry, his throat rolled up and down a few times, and his hand hanging at his side trembled nervously.

The evening breeze brings a few wisps of coolness.

It also sent a woman's light call.

"Fu Wenzhou."

It seemed to come from a distant place, through the mountains and rivers, with the gentleness of the evening breeze and the sunset, falling on his ears.

The people around them were all silent, and they could clearly see the slight tremor of the man's body on the stage.

At this moment, his nervousness seemed to spread, infecting everyone present.

Liang Muchuan retreated to the stage early, holding his breath at this time, and he didn't dare to come out.

"Fu Wenzhou."

Another bang.

Fu Wenzhou finally turned around slowly.

Then, he saw Song Qingyu in a white wedding dress.

The sunset in the sky covered her with a warm and dreamy light, and she stood in this brilliant sunset, holding a bouquet of flowers, and smiled at him shallowly through a thin veil.

Fu Wenzhou's mind was blank, and his eyes instantly turned red and hot.

His thin lips trembled, and he wanted to call her name, only to find that his throat was choking.

Liang Muchuan is online again.

All the sounds around me seemed to have broken through some kind of barrier and returned.

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the voices are boiling.

In this vast space, Liang Muchuan's voice echoed the sound of the wind, ringing in everyone's ears.

"Mr. Fu Wenzhou, are you willing to marry Miss Song Qingyu, whether she is rich or poor, healthy or sick in the future, you will never leave her and be with her forever?"

"I do."

"Miss Song Qingyu......"

"I do."

Song Qingyu stared at the man in front of him steadily, and repeated solemnly and seriously: "I am willing to marry him as a wife, never leave him for the rest of my life, and be with him forever." ”

At this time, the wind and the setting sun also became gentle.

Yan Miao leaned into Lu Yanchen's arms, looked at the two on the stage with teary eyes, and said movingly: "They are finally together, woo woo woo is really happy for them." ”

Lu Yanchen gently rubbed her shoulders and hugged her tighter.

Yan Shaoqin didn't bother to care about her anymore.

He subconsciously looked at the Jiang family, Jiang Xun was sitting with her father, and next to the father and daughter there was a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, warm as jade.

The wind blew Jiang Xun's hair, and he naturally reached out to help her tidy up her hair, lowered his eyes and chuckled, looked at her gently, and whispered that he didn't know what he said.

Jiang Chu next to him smiled with a look of relief.

At this time, the last rays of the setting sun set over the mountain, and the sky became dark.

Fu Wenzhou and Song Qingyu on the stage exchanged rings, and Liang Muchuan's smiling voice sounded again: "Groom official, I allow you to kiss the bride now." ”

Fu Wenzhou gently lifted Song Qingyu's veil, stared at her face with deep eyes, held her face, and slowly lowered his head......

Song Qingyu stood on tiptoe slightly and greeted him.

The veil was blown up by the wind.

"Phew!"

Far and near, fireworks are blooming.

In this brilliant fireworks, the picture of the two kissing each other has become a silhouette, as if frozen in this moment.

The audience applauded thunderously.

Fu Wenzhou let go of Song Qingyu and turned his head to look in the direction of the lake, his handsome face illuminated by the brilliance of the fireworks.

The water in those inky eyes flickered, staring at the overwhelming fireworks for a moment.

Song Qingyu smiled and stared at him quietly.

"I always think that I don't seem to have given you many gifts since I've been with you." She spoke softly and slowly: "So I give myself to you as a gift, and I hope I can always be by your side for the rest of my life." ”

She didn't say let him stay with her, because she knew that this man would be there for her at all times.

And she herself, who had been struggling on the brink of life and death, didn't know whether it would be sunshine or death that would greet her tomorrow, so she never dared to make any promises to him.

She only hopes that if she can live for one day, she will accompany him for one day.

If you can live to old age, you will accompany him to old age.

Fu Wenzhou clenched her hand, his thin lips slightly hooked, "Yes." ”

After a pause, he chuckled softly.

The smile was extremely gentle.

"Yuzu, this is the best gift I've ever received in my life."

The two looked at each other and smiled, their fingers tightly interlocked.

Behind him, Yan Miao said in a loud voice: "Throw the bouquet, green grapefruit!" Throw it to me, I'm going to get married too! ”

She stood up with all the people, and Yan Shaoqin's eyebrows jumped when she was eager to get married.

Jiang Xun looked at it and smiled, and when she glanced at the figure beside her, Yan Shaoqin was looking at her without any emotion.

She smiled at him.

The young man next to her, who is also about to become her half-brother, smiled and said, "Mr. Yan seems to be unhappy. ”

Jiang Xun gestured to Yan Shaoqin, and then withdrew his gaze.

"The game has just begun."

Song Qingyu looked back when she heard the voice and smiled.

Then he turned his back to the crowd and threw the bouquet back!

The beautiful bouquet of flowers and fireworks were thrown into the air in unison, accompanied by Yan Miao's anxious call: "Lu Yanchen, catch it!" ”

Everyone laughed, but no one robbed her.

Yan Miao caught it steadily, happy like an innocent child.

Song Qingyu smiled and snuggled into Fu Wenzhou's arms.

This, she thought, is happiness.

There are people you love the most, you have your best friends.

She's still alive and well.

"Fu Wenzhou, I love you."

"Well, me too, Yuzu."