Chapter 124: Blood Splattered Wedding Night 4

In other words, marriage is just to give an explanation, an explanation to the old father and mother -- to grit their teeth and work hard in the past 20 years????

It's just that why do you feel that this explanation is suddenly not important at all at this time???

I married Bingbing, and from then on I can really be happy and happy, with a full house of children and grandchildren???

For a while, I felt that the dress was not pleasing to the eye, and for a while I felt that the wedding ring was wrong, and for a while, I felt that what was the meaning of this engagement? People all got married directly, but Bingbing's family was a scholarly family, and there were many rules, and it was boring to have a whole engagement ceremony.

The best man Song Weichao called again: "Yi Xiangxi, Master Yi, my ancestor, why haven't you gone out yet......?" and Bingbing, a person with such a good temper, is also black-faced...... What the hell are you playing??Stinky boy, I'm going to have to skin you if I catch you...... I'm almost at your doorstep...... Hurry up and get out ......."

"Here we are...... I'll be right there...... ...... right away."

He hastily pulled the gown, felt it was even more dazzling, and simply took it off, still wearing a white shirt. This white shirt is the one he just dusted off his long black hair. I looked at the mirror for a long time, and I felt that it was an eyesore, but I didn't know which one to change.

Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ringing.

In the past, it was Sister-in-law Zhang who opened the door, but today Sister-in-law Zhang had already gone to the hotel to help, and he was home alone. He thought it was Song Weichao and hurried to open the door.

The door opened, and the first thing I saw was a very large bouquet of flowers—a bouquet of brilliant blue roses, which covered the sky. It took him a while to see the face behind the rose.

It was a well-groomed face, with rosy cheeks, and bright eyes, and between the eyebrows as rich as a red rose that bloomed in the morning—more fresh and lovely than the first time he had seen her.

This was the first time she had come dressed up on her own initiative, and even the green dress was so beautiful and kind, like an apple in autumn. Jade arms, pink thighs, red lips, white teeth......

His breathing, slowly, almost stopped—heh, perhaps because of the scent, the smell she was familiar with, the fluttering smell she brought him...... And the kind of flavor he mixed with her......

She was smiling.

When she smiled, the corners of her eyebrows and eyes showed a playful and brisk look, just like in his memory, she chatted with his father on the phone, with a little love, a little tricky, a little playful......

His body was frozen, and he didn't know whether he was surprised or delighted: "Wheat...... Wheat...... Wheat ......"

She smiled at him.

The expression is so gentle, so gentle. His eyes were so focused.

She stared at him. Such as full of tenderness and sweetness.

Wheat, wheat!

For a while, I was stupid. I don't care why she's here, why she's here at such a moment. Really, it doesn't matter at all......

He reached out and hugged her. Like the past two months, when he lied to her, when he bewitched her, when he bullied her, when he vented on her, and even, as on the last night, when he left a mark on her lips and said goodbye...... He embraced her with a great joy.