Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Fei had to remind Yan Jiang: "Don't cry, you will miss the ceremony time if you cry again."

At the age of seventeen, it was the first time that he found out that he was in love with his neighbor and sister next door. Yan Jiang dreamed of marrying Song Fei as his wife in the future. Waiting for one day, Yan Jiang waited for 11 years.

Finally looking forward to the wedding day, Yan Jiang absolutely can't mess up!

Hurrying to wipe away the tears, Yan Jiang raised his head and took a deep breath. After finishing his mood, Faa just knelt down on one knee in front of Song Fei while holding a rose. "Song Fei, please marry me."

Song Fei looked down at Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang, who had just cried, still had two lines of tears hanging in his eyes.

In this world, there is only Yan Jiang who would cry so disregarding his image for her. Song Fei held the bouquet in Yan Jiang's hand, "I am willing to marry you."

There was applause from the audience.

Song Fei took Yan Jiang's hand and pulled him up. The two hold hands and will walk to the wedding ceremony table.

Neither Yan Jiang nor Song Fei is a religious believer, and their wedding ceremony is not presided over by a priest. It was Song Fei's teacher Fu Hanshen who witnessed their marriage.

Teacher Fu was wearing a handsome white suit today with a clean shave. When he went out in the morning, Shen Zhiyi also put some cream on his face, saying that his skin looks more delicate in this way.

Teacher Fu, who had touched the cream, stood on the podium, looking at him as a great boss. Fu Hanshen presided over the wedding for the first time and was very nervous. He read according to the content of the wedding affidavit, fearing that he would read it wrong, so he was very slow.

"Mr. Yan Jiang, would you like to marry Song Fei as your wife, be her husband, and spend your life together with her?"

Yan Jiang: "I am willing."

Fu Hanshen asked Song Fei again: "Ms. Song Fei, would you like to marry Mr. Yan Jiang as your wife, and spend the rest of your life with him, without giving up?"

Yan Jiangsheng was afraid that Song Fei would temporarily repent like the show in the TV series, so I didn't want to open his mouth. But Song Fei did not hesitate, and replied in a deep voice, "I am willing."

"it is good!"

Fu Hanshen was done. He closed the affidavit and announced in a loud voice: "I declare that the groom Yan Jiang and the bride Song Fei are officially married. Now, you can kiss."

Yan Jiang pulled Song Fei into his arms, bowed his head and grabbed Song Fei's lips, kissing deeply.

Seeing Yan Jiang and Song Fei's kiss were inseparable, the people in the audience whistled frantically, especially those friends that Yan Jiang made in the entertainment circle, and they were very excited.

Han Junjun is a young boy who has never even talked about love. He can't help blushing when he sees this hot scene on the stage.

He lowered his head in silence, and looked up quietly while others were not paying attention. Han Wangwang noticed his younger brother's intimidation, and couldn't help but hold his head, "Don't look, what do children look at!"

"Sister!" Han Junjun was not convinced, knocked out Han Wangwang's hand, and rolled his eyes at her, "I'm an adult, and I'm 20, what can't you see!"

Han Wangwang squeezed Han Junjun's face, and she said, "You are my little kid brother when you are thirty."

The brothers and sisters were making a lot of noise, and suddenly a female voice came in abruptly, "Wangwang, is there anyone next to you?"

Upon hearing Jiang Bi's voice, the siblings stopped moving at the same time, as if the pause button had been pressed.

As soon as Han Wangwang looked up, he looked at Shang Jiang Bi's smile, and thought of the previous scene of stealing a kiss with Jiang Bi in the toilet, and his cheeks were hot.

When Han Junjun saw the beauty sister standing behind her sister, his heart beat quickly.

What a cool sister!

Jiang Bi's long straight black hair draped lazily behind her shoulders, and her camel-colored coat made her 1.83 meters tall like a supermodel.

Jiang Bi himself is good-looking, he looks indistinguishable from male and female, and he has an inexplicable and fatal attraction. Han Junjun's tender chicken cubs simply couldn't resist Jiang Bi's temptation.

Han Junjun secretly pulled Han Wangwang's sleeve, "Sister, sister, is this your friend?" Her sister's friend looks so good!

Han Junjun often sees Jiang Bi in his sister's circle of friends, but he knows that girls love P pictures, and he doesn't believe that Jiang Bi is as good-looking as the photos.

After seeing the real person, Han Junjun thoroughly appreciated Jiang Bi's charm, and only then knew that someone really looked more perfect than a refined picture!

Oops!

Accelerating heartbeat is the feeling of heartbeat.

Jiang Bi put his hand on Han Wangwang's shoulder and asked again: "Wangwang, eh? Is there anyone?"

That sound, like the sound of Jiang Bi's breath in Han Wangwang's ear. Han Wangwang was very excited, she shook her head vigorously, and said: "No one is next to you, sit down."

After Jiang Bi sat down, the restless hand moved away from Han Wangwang's shoulder. Picking up the red wine on the table, Jiang Bi poured some wine for Han Wangwang.

"Taste it?" Handing the red wine to Han Wangwang's hand, Jiang Bi put his lips to Han Wangwang's ear and deliberately lowered his voice and said to her: "I think the color of this red wine is not as pure as your lipstick."

Han Wangwang's face is red, and he feels goose bumps all over his body are rising.

Why is she so sultry!

Han Junjun took a sip of champagne and secretly glanced at Jiang Bi, who was whispering with his sister, thinking that he would have to find an excuse later and ask his sister to go to Miss Jiang Bi's WeChat account.

"Sister, is this your friend?" Han Junjun tried to find his own presence.

Jiang Bichao Han Junjun looked at it, but he was curious about how Han Wangwang would answer.

Han Wangwang lowered her head, knowing that Jiang Bi was staring at her. Her heart was beating slightly and her ears were red.

"Sister, won't you introduce me to it?" Han Junjun urged again, and couldn't wait to get to know Jiang Bi. It's best to shake hands.

Han Wangwang explained: "This is my bestie, Jiang Bi."

"Oh, it turned out to be Miss Jiang Bi." Han Junjun stretched out his hand in front of Han Wangwang and smiled slightly, showing the charming demeanor of the campus male god.

"Miss Jiang Bi, hello, I'm Han Junjun."

I don't know why Jiang Bi's expression is not a smile.

Looking at the hand that Han Junjun was exploring, Jiang Bi slightly hesitated before reaching out and touching Han Junjun.

Damn it!

Miss sister's palms were hot, she looked like a cold-hearted girl.

After letting go, Jiang Bi saw that Han Wangwang had finished drinking red wine in one sip, so he added a little more to her.

When Han Wangwang picked up the goblet to drink, Jiang Bi looked at Han Wangwang's rolling neck, and suddenly leaned over to touch Han Wangwang's earlobe.

Han Wangwang was numb all over his body like an electric shock.

"You..." Han Wangwang squeezed the cup in his hand. "So many people, are you afraid to find out?" It's really exciting. Falling in love with Jiang Bi, every time I get close, I am challenging the limit.

Jiang Bi smiled and said, "Beauty?"

Han Wangwang's ears flicked.

Under the table, Jiang Bi's hand secretly pressed Han Wangwang's thigh and squeezed it hard. He said again: "You have a few girlfriends, do you kiss your girlfriends? The kind that kisses so hard?"

Han Wangwang snarled wildly in his heart: Mom, Jiang Bi looks so indifferent, why is his thought so dirty and his speech so bad?

Han Wangwang couldn't resist Jiang Bi's tricks. She closed her eyes, and while Han Junjun tilted her head to talk to the people around her, she whispered, "You are my object."

Jiang Bi just stopped after getting the answer he was satisfied with.

Song Ci sat next to Han Zhan, and people from all sides of Han Zhan were looking for reasons to say a few words to him, so as to feel the purple air of the richest man in East City.

As for Song Ci, her eyes passed through the crowd and landed on Han Wangwang and Jiang Bi who were openly flirting at the banquet table diagonally opposite.

Hey, the world is really going down, and the little lovers are so rampant.

After the banquet, Jiang Bi's stepmother walked over and called Jiang Bi back to his table. When Jiang Bi left, Han Junjun approached her sister's head and said to her, "Sister, how old is Miss Jiang Bi?"

The red tide on Han Wangwang's ears has not dissipated yet, and he looks ruddy and lovely. Hearing her brother’s question, she replied puzzledly: "23."

"Ah, three years older than me." Three years older is good, female junior holds gold bricks!

"What do you do with this?" Han Wangwang looked at Han Junjun suspiciously. Seeing that Han Junjun's eyes were turning, she was obviously making a wrong idea. She said, "What do you want to do?"

Han Junjun smiled happily and said in a low voice: "Didn't you ask me before, what kind of girls do I like?"

Han Wangwang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Han Junjun said: "I like the kind of young lady who looks very royal, mature, intellectual and cold, just like Ms. Jiang Bi." Ms. Jiang Bi is simply the other half tailored by God for him.

Han Wangwang's smile stiffened.

"No." Han Wangwang vetoed it on the spot without even thinking about it.

Han Junjun felt strange, "Why not? Sister, do you think we have a big difference in age?"

Han Wangwang found it hard to say a word.

"Not this." Han Wangwang took a sip of red wine and said without conscience: "Jiang Bi..." Han Wangwang secretly glanced at Jiang Bi, who happened to be paying attention to her at all times.

The two eyes met, a bit ambiguous.

Han Wangwang quickly retracted his gaze, pretending to be serious and said: "Jiang Bi has a partner. I heard that they have been engaged and will get married in the future. Little guy, you can change your goal."

"Huh?" Han Junjun was seriously injured in a spring heart. He asked unwillingly: "Who is her fiance?"

The fiancé does not have it, but the fiancée can.

Han Wangwang blinked his eyes and said nonsense: "A little brother from a foreign country, from a good family background, and handsome."

Han Junjun looked like a deflated leather ball. He picked up his chopsticks and poked a small bun in a bowl with exquisite shape. He was so angry that he could hang an oil bottle.

Song Fei quickly changed his clothes and returned to the banquet room. She is wearing a burgundy Hualuo cheongsam, with natural pearl buckles wrapped around her slender neck, and the handmade lace is the only embellishment on the cheongsam.

The skirt with side slits revealed her slender calf. Song Feichang gave it out, and his appearance was even more exquisite and compact, with a kind of cold and noble beauty.

Together with Yan Jiang, she walked each table hand in hand, toasted with the guests, and received congratulations from the guests.

Yan Jiang and Song Fei toasted in the order of respecting the wife's relatives first, and then toasting the man's relatives. Han Zhan Song Ci, and his brother Cecilio sat at the same table, and they were considered the parents of the bride Song Fei.

Yan Jiang has a good amount of alcohol, and people who mix in the entertainment industry use the wine as white water. But Song Fei's drinking volume was average. She was only fourteen years old before she fell asleep. After she fell asleep, her body needs to be carefully nurtured, and things like drinks are rarely touched.

Song Fei used tea instead of wine.

The couple stood together, both holding wine glasses, looking like a beautiful couple.

"Brother." Seeing the face of those equipment, Song Fei called out to Cecilio very much.

Cecilio obviously enjoyed this brother too, he hummed and stood up with the wine.

"Brother, thank you for coming." Come with the dowry you gave. Song Fei: "Me and Yan Jiang, to toast you a cup."

Yan Jiang: "Brother, respect you."

Cecilio drank the glass of wine.

Song Fei and Yan Jiang had another glass of wine with Song Ci and them. Yan Jiang thought of the past three years ago when he and Song Ci boldly stole Song Fei from the nursing home, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.

Yan Jiang had a cup with Song Ci. He said, "Respect for those years, only you and I can understand the expectations." Only he and Song Ci are looking forward to Song Fei's wake up day by day.

Song Ci was thinking of Yan Jiang sitting on the ground without an image after getting himself drunk in his previous life, playing with the pendant photo, crying and telling her that he would never be able to marry the person he wanted to marry in this life. The picture comes.

Today, Yan Jiang is handsome in a black suit, and the bridegroom gift on his chest is red and festive.

Song Ci's eyes turned red. She raised her wine glass and sincerely blessed Song Fei and Yan Jiang: "Your life will be long. I hope you walk slowly and laugh more. I wish you happiness."

Song Ci killed the glass of red wine.

"Thank you."

Yan Jiang and Song Fei went to Yan Rufeng's table.

After Song Ci sat down, tears finally fell.

Han Zhan silently handed over a handkerchief. Song Ci held the handkerchief and lowered his head to wipe away tears. Han Zhan's mellow and sweet voice said to the side, "What are you crying about on a very happy day."

"Just so happy."

Song Ci hasn't been so happy for a long time.

Han Zhan can understand Song Ci's mood, especially after understanding Song Ci's previous life. Holding Song Ci's hand and hammering it twice on his thigh, Han Zhan said, "Porcelain treasures are earned in this life. Every day, you have to live a happy life."

"Ok."

Cecilio stared at the slimy Song Ci and Han Zhan, curled his lips in disdain, and said in his heart: Really numb! He has to hold hands for a meal.

The eyes are going to be blinded.

Cecilio turned his head casually and saw Cheng Yanmo.

Ok?

When did he come?

Cheng Yanmo will come to Song Fei's wedding, that Huanyan... just thinking of Huanyan, Cecilio saw Su Huanyan.

Su Huanyan wore a champagne cheongsam with small cap sleeves. The silk cheongsam was woven with hand-push and pan-gold embroideries into a flowery, flourishing age.

With her long hair rolled up, she wore a pair of pale pink jade earrings, which were gentle and elegant, just like the small stream flowing through a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. On a sunny day after the rain, a mist that can't be melted rises.

When Cheng Yanmo met Su Huanyan, she was a freshman, and she was as tender as a grass when she first entered Rome. At that time, she was in a rebellious grade, wearing jeans and a short shirt with an open waist, releasing her vigor all the time.

Cheng Yanmo was attracted by the endless vitality in her body. In just a few years, that wild little rose learned to keep a low profile, and she portrayed herself as the lily in the deep mountain valley.

Cheng Yanmo missed the narrow and soft waist under Su Huanyan's cheongsam.

He can cover that waist with a big palm.

He remembered Su Huanyan shuddering when his lips swept over that piece of skin.

He still clearly remembered the bit by bit when they were getting along, but she fell on the shoulders of the people beside her with a smile. Su Huanyan didn't know what joke she heard, and she fell on Cheng Yanmo's shoulder with joy.

As for Cheng Yanmo, he held Su Huanyan's upper body tenderly, his arms around her arms.

Noting Cecilio's gaze, Zhong Bugui, who was sitting next to him and not knowing what happened, said: "Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng seem to be very emotional."

Zhong Buhui and his son Zhong Yi rushed back to Wangdongcheng to attend Song Fei's wedding. He did not know the marriage between Cecilio and Su Huanyan.

It seemed to Zhong Buhui that it was just a word of praise, but it was a dagger that stabbed Cecilio's heart.

Cecilio glanced at Zhong Buhui faintly, and wanted to say: If you don't look good, don't let your eyes go.

But considering that Zhong Buhui is Song Ci's relatives, he abruptly held back.

And another Agen, who is not too troubled to watch the excitement, after hearing Zhong Bugui's compliment, looked at me with Cecilio particularly playfully.

Seeing Cecilio's painful expression in his eyes, Agen peeled a chicken paw and threw it into his mouth. He took a few bites of chicken feet, then took off his disposable gloves, and said to Zhong Bugui: "Uncle, that can't be said."

Zhong Buhui looked at Arang, and the fox questioned: "What's the matter?"

Arang made a look at Cheng Yanmo and his wife, and said in an undisguised volume: "That Madam Han used to be my elder brother's first love."

Cecilio threw a cold look at Agen, "Shut up if you don't speak!" Cecilio pulled a chicken claw from his bowl and threw it to Agen.

Arang opened his mouth and caught the chicken paw with his teeth. After successfully throwing a depth bomb, he put on his gloves again and continued to eat chicken feet.

Han Zhan and Arang were sitting next to each other. He noticed that the expressions of the people at the table were a bit subtle, so he kicked Arang, "Just say a few words."

Ajan turned his head to accuse him: "You kicked my lame leg!"

Han Zhan: "..."

"You have been lame for more than 20 years, and still hurt?"

Arang kicked Han Zhan's leg, using the lame leg. Seeing Han Zhan frowned, Arang taunted him, "Look, you know that your leg hurts before you limp."

Hearing the quarrel between the two brothers, afraid that they would make a fuss on the spot, Song Ci said hurriedly: “It’s okay if you don’t quarrel. Today is Song Fei’s wedding. Don’t mess it up.”

Arang rolled his eyes at Song Ci, "You are sensible."

Song Ci: "..."

"Be polite to your sister-in-law." Han Zhan warned Agen again.

Arang still wanted to stimulate them a few words, but when he looked up, he saw Song Ci's grievances in his little eyes, and he was speechless like a mute after eating coptis.

"Fine, I eat chicken feet."

Ajan then stopped.

But after Zhong Buhui knew the true relationship between Cecilio and Su Huanyan, it was as embarrassing as it was, and it could be said to be restless.

Zhong Buhui wanted to say something to alleviate the embarrassing atmosphere, but saw Cecilio stand up suddenly.

Others are tall and magnificent and take a long time in every step.

That battle seems to be going to beat people.

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