Husband is bad: evil president is not easy to mess with

Xia Dongye paused, and glanced in the direction of the bride's room, "If it's okay, I'll go to the front first, you go in quickly."

After finishing speaking, Xia Dongye pulled Shen Leling with his chin on his body, turned and left.

Sikong Jingqiu looked at their figures pushing and shoving away, stood in the corridor for a long time in a daze, and then turned and walked into the bride's room.

He came to Haiyue's side and waved to the people in the room who looked a little surprised because of his appearance.

Although it was inappropriate for them to meet at this moment, everyone tacitly said nothing, left silently, and closed the door behind them.

After confirming that only he and Haiyue were left in the room, Sikong Jingqiu walked up to Haiyue who was sitting on the chair, stretched out his hand and hugged her who was wearing a white gauze into his arms, hugged her vigorously, and whispered in her ears. Mumbling, "Are you really determined to marry me?"

From the beginning of the preparations for the wedding to the present, everything went so smoothly, which made Sikong Jingqiu feel a sense of uncertainty in his heart.

In the past two days, he often woke up in the middle of the night, and then sat and lay on his side, looking at Haiyue's sleeping face until dawn, afraid that in the blink of an eye, everything in front of him was just a dream——

Grandma will go back on her word at a critical moment and disagree with the marriage between him and Haiyue...

It wasn't until the wedding was finally held today that his heart finally settled down slightly.

However, I heard Xia Dongye's words again——

Sikong Jingqiu knew exactly what he was afraid of. He was afraid that after Haiyue regained his memory, he would regret marrying him because he was the enemy's son...

"What are you talking about?" Haiyue laughed, "I've already put on my wedding dress, and there are so many people outside, how could I go back on my word?"

"Cheng Yuanming, there will be a result in a month..." Sikong Jingqiu said.

Haiyue immediately understood what Sikong Jingqiu wanted to say, she smiled and stroked his soft hair, "Are you worried that I will mind your life experience after I recover my memory?"

Sikong Jingqiu did not speak.

"Grandma has already told me everything before." Haiyue said, her thoughts drifted away, her voice became smaller and smaller, and she even felt a little guilty, "Including Du Yunyan's matter..."

Sikong Jingqiu quickly comforted her, "Those are all in the past."

"Since you don't mind what I used to..." Haiyue took a deep breath, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, showing a sweet smile, "Why do you have to worry about your own life experience? No matter what Yi Zhentian has done It has nothing to do with you, does it?"

Hearing what Haiyue said, Sikong Jingqiu finally felt relieved.

He hugged Haiyue tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

Then, he let go of Haiyue, stared at her affectionately, and made a promise to her tenderly, "Miss Song Haiyue, I swear that I will love you, respect you, and never leave you in my life. Excuse me, are you willing to marry me?" me?"

Haiyue responded with a smile, "I am willing."

Sikong Jingqiu's eyes turned hot, he held her face, kissed her hairline, cheek, and finally, it fell on her cherry red lips.

Just when they kissed so hard that they were about to lose control, the door of the bride's room was suddenly pushed open. Butler Li took Jing Lue, who was serving as the flower girl today, with one hand, and rushed in with the other hand pushing old lady Sikong's wheelchair. Followed by a large group of people.

At the same time as a large group of people rushed in, old lady Sikong's slightly flustered voice sounded.