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Chapter 191 The Wedding of the Century (Extra)
"Hey, Mom, why are you still watching TV instead of going to work?" Xiaoyue asked her mother's sleeves in puzzlement.

"Xiaoyue, mom is on leave today, do you want to watch TV with mom?"

"Well, good!" Xiaoyue nodded heavily.

He climbed onto the sofa with both hands and feet, and shrank into his mother's arms obediently.

"Mom, what kind of TV is this?" Xiaoyue asked.

"It's a wedding."

"wedding?"

"Yeah." The mother looked at the five-year-old daughter in her arms, smiled and nodded.

His eyes were slowly covered with mist.

It's been five years.

Who would have thought that the idol that all the girls in their school were chasing crazily back then, the humble, gentle and warm Yan Siwei, would be the young master of His Excellency the President.

After the award ceremony, Yan Siwei suddenly disappeared from the public's sight, and no one could find a trace of him.

Until a year later, on the news channel, he put on a dull-colored formal suit, shed his youthfulness, and sat beside the President with a straight face, negotiating with the prime ministers of neighboring countries.

In a word or a word, the wit is fully displayed.

When the prime minister of a neighboring country got excited, spittle was sprayed everywhere.

But he remained expressionless from beginning to end, opening and closing his lips, talking about the future of the next country.

For a moment, no one remembered that this person was the high-quality idol who was once popular all over the world, Yan Siwei.

It wasn't until the news channel host introduced him that people suddenly realized.

It turned out to be dangerous.

They clearly have exactly the same appearance and facial features, why didn't they recognize them?
Since then, their idol has become the young master of the whole country, appearing on major news channels every day, creating glory for the whole country one after another.

And today is the day when their young master gets married.

"Mom, why are you crying?" Xiaoyue saw a drop of tears dripping on her hand, she couldn't help raising her head, and looked at her mother with doubts and concerns.

"Mom is fine, Xiaoyue doesn't have to worry." Mom wiped her eyes and showed a beautiful smile.

Only then did Xiaoyue feel relieved, and turned her gaze to the TV.

Just one glance, and you can't take your eyes off it.

What was shown on TV was a palace.

It is where the Prime Minister of the country lives.

Xiaoyue had also visited there before, but the palace she saw when she visited was completely different from the scene on TV.

Because, at this time, the palace on TV is really beautiful.

Xiaoyue didn't even dare to blink her eyes.

As the music sounded, a man walked in.

He has handsome eyebrows and eyes, a face that he has kept on the news channel for five years, and now the corners of his mouth are raised.

With a bright smile, like a teenager.

"Mom, this little brother is really pretty." Xiaoyue sighed.

"Of course he is good-looking," Mom said, "When Mom was young, he was a hundred times more important than your dad in Mom's heart."

"Mom, I want to tell Dad secretly!"

Mom scratched Xiaoyue's nose and said nothing.

"Mom, I will marry such a good-looking groom in the future!" Xiaoyue watched Yan Siwei on TV, her eyes sparkled.

"Then Xiaoyue has to work hard. A good-looking groom will only marry a bride who is prettier than him."

"A bride who is prettier than this little brother?" Xiaoyue pursed her lips, "How is that possible?"

She had never seen anyone prettier than this little brother.

But without waiting for her mother to answer, Xiaoyue opened her eyes wide, "So there really is a bride who is prettier than this little brother..."

in the TV screen.

As Yan Siwei stepped forward step by step, an extremely beautiful woman appeared on the huge projection hanging in the palace.

Every frown and smile is full of style.

Raising a hand and throwing a foot affects everyone's hearts and souls.

In 5 minutes, the short and legendary life of the woman named Chu Xia in the projection was presented to people.

After that, the projection turned into two people.

Frame by frame, like an old movie, narrates the encounter, acquaintance, and love between Yan Siwei and Chu Xia.

Yan Siwei walked in slowly with a box in his arms.

A black and white photo of early summer was pasted on the box.

With a shallow smile, a pair of peach-blossom eyes were bent, which made people's hearts thump.

Yan Siwei knelt down slowly, and placed the box solemnly and carefully on his right hand.

Then facing the front, kneel down.

Get up.

Turn the box slightly in one direction.

He himself also turned around, and kneeled solemnly behind him again.

Turn the box the other way.

Yan Siwei also turned around, trying to face the front of the box.

Slowly bent down.

From the beginning to the end, Yan Siwei smiled, his brows and eyes full of tenderness.

Yan Siwei hugged the box tightly in his arms, picked up a microphone, and spoke clearly.

"For state affairs, I made her wait for five years. Now, I have finally fulfilled the responsibilities of my identity."

After finishing speaking, Yan Siwei turned to the camera and bowed sincerely and earnestly, "I'm sorry, I spent all my youth chasing my dreams. From now on, I will spend all my time with you My wife. Originally, my identity should bear the future of a country, but I willfully only spent five short years to do something for you."

"I'm really sorry." Yan Siwei bowed deeply again.

"But I willfully hope that you can bless me, me and my wife. Bless Gong Chuxia and Yan Siwei."

When she said this, her mother seemed to see the clean boy who had decorated her entire youth again.

"You can be more self-willed, Siwei, you have done enough for us in the past five years..." Unknowingly, my mother had already burst into tears.

At this time, on the projection on the TV, there was a star-studded awards ceremony.

The woman with exquisite make-up leaned over slightly, and tenderly kissed the man sitting on the guest seat.

"I really want to try to marry you."

Yan Siwei looked at the figure in the projection that haunted him, as if he had traveled through time and space, and returned to that time at the Guang Yulan Awards Ceremony.

"I really want to try marrying you." Chu Xia said while kissing her.

"Sister, are you happy now?" Where the corner of Yan Siwei's mouth was raised, a little crystal dripped down.

(End of this chapter)