"Auntie!" Nie Aifang shouted reluctantly, but she still sat in front of the makeup table, and let the makeup artist step forward and face her face for a while. -Uncle Haha-

They are no longer young people, and they naturally don't have to be as complicated as young people when they get married, they don't go to church, but in a big hotel, put on wedding dresses, put on suits, toast, and say their vows in front of the officiant invited by Nie Aiwen, this is their wedding.

There is no noise of the best men and bridesmaids of young people getting married, no splendor of Western weddings, and no complicated Chinese weddings.

Nie Aiwen chartered the entire Zijin Hotel, where Nie Qiu and the others were, in a private room on the third floor, Peng's mother moved her own dresser to the meal, and Nie Aifang sat in front of the dresser and let the makeup artist and the stylist who came later dress her up.

Nie Qiu stood with the old man, looking at Nie Aifang, who had become more beautiful in the hands of makeup artists and stylists, and they all laughed.

The old man patted Nie Qiu's hand and said with a smile: "Go and help your mother, let's go down." ”

Nie Qiu smiled and nodded, walked to Nie Aifang's side, let Nie Aifang hold her hand, and the stylist and makeup artist picked up Nie Aifang's skirt. The old man opened the 'door' of the room and shouted to the lobby with a smile: "The bride is here!" ”

As he spoke, he looked at Nie Aifang, Nie Aifang held Nie Qiu's hand, hung her head shyly, and held her skirt with the other hand, and walked down the steps slowly with Nie Qiu.

Most of the people sitting in the lobby were employees of Nie Aiwen's company, and they all applauded when they saw Nie Aifang and Nie Qiu coming down. Nie Aiwen smiled, walked up, bent down, and stretched out his hand.

Nie Aifang looked at Nie Qiu, Nie Qiu nodded to her, Nie Aifang put Nie Qiu's hand in Nie Aiwen's hand, and followed Nie Aiwen, step by step, like a stage in the middle of the lobby.

Nie Qiu raised his head and looked at the officiant, shocked, but then relaxed again. She remembered that Nie Aiwen said that he would let the client who gave him a guarantee after the divorce and let him take out a loan from the bank to be the main marriage for him, of course, that person was also his friend, but she didn't expect that the main marriage person would be him.

Yang Zihao.

Seeing Yang Zihao, Nie Qiu's feelings were very complicated, she couldn't say hate, she couldn't say love, she thought, if Yang Zihao hadn't killed her, she wouldn't have had such an adventure, and she also got the family, love, and friendship that she had been looking for in her previous life.

Yang Zihao should only be thirty-six or seventeen years old this year, right? is two years younger than Nie Aiwen, it is not surprising that the two of them can become friends, City A is so big, powerful and rich people have their own circle, doing business, they can always meet, the Chamber of Commerce prom press conference or something, these are the chain of businessmen to contact feelings.

Nie Qiu walked to the first row under the stage and sat down, watching the man standing on the stage and presiding over impassionedly, saying touching words, asking the newcomer to say the oath, and the pastor and the host were not wrong.

When Nie Aiwen knelt down with the ring and said the oath, Yang Zihao walked down from the stage and sat next to Nie Qiu.

"I remember we met, do you remember?" Yang Zihao looked at the stage and said with a smile.

Nie Qiu was stunned and didn't speak.

"You went to the supermarket in front of my community to sell vegetables, and the city management overturned the vegetable basket......"

"Thank you for that time. Uncle ......, "Nie Qiu actually only needs to say the first sentence, but she added two words at the end.

Sure enough, Yang Zihao's body stiffened, but within a second, he returned to his homeland, "You and my favorite 'woman' have exactly the same name." ”