Wife Capture: Leng Mei Boss loves to the bone

Both of them looked pious and carried out this action carefully.

When the rings were exchanged, there was thunderous applause.

There were even bold people booing, "Kiss, kiss~~" loudly, even Ning Xiaotong couldn't help but join in the fun.

Standing in the chair of the guests, Huangfu Lin watched the lively scene with a smile, and something called moving came up slowly in his heart.Song Gang, that is his brother who has lived and died with him for so many years, and now, he finally has his own home.very nice!

A blush rose on Luo Qian's cheeks, unable to resist the enthusiastic desire of all the guests, she stood on tiptoe and kissed Song Gang's lips.

The people below began to be reluctant again, "No, it doesn't count."

In desperation, Song Gang had no choice but to hug Luo Qian's waist and deepen the kiss.

It lasted for about tens of seconds, and only those who cheered and celebrated were willing to stop.

After the wedding ceremony, everyone moved to the lawn outside the church, waiting for the bride to throw the bouquet.

Luo Qian stood on a high place, and a group of unmarried girls gathered below. The expressions on their faces were very excited, and their hatred for marriage was palpable.

Xiaotong pushed Yaoyao into the crowd, but she retreated out of the crowd. Seeing the girls excitedly stretching out their hands to receive the bouquets, she felt a little sad.What's the matter, I'm a woman who has given birth to a child, so I can't grab the bouquet with these green and tender girls.

She retreated very consciously, Luo Qian saw it, but when she turned around, a sly smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

Hitomi, you don't want to grab the bouquet, do you?I'm going to throw it at you!

Thinking in her heart, with a strong hand, she accurately threw the bouquet in the direction of Xiao Tong.

The girls immediately giggled and stretched out their hands to reach for the bouquet made of white baby's breath and big red roses.

The flower language of gypsophila is true love, and the flower language of roses means love and eternity.

The girls all hoped that they would be that lucky one, but the bouquet formed a beautiful parabola, throwing it straight at Xiaotong.

Xiaotong caught it subconsciously, with a somewhat bewildered expression on his face.She didn't seem to have any intention of grabbing the bouquet.

Before she could recover, all the girls surrounded her with a clatter, "Congratulations, you have received the bouquet. You will be the next bride."

Huangfu Yao stepped forward with a smile, took her arm, and called mischievously, "Sister-in-law!"

Xiao Tong was embarrassed, Luo Qian raised her skirt and stepped forward, winking at her narrowly, "Honey, do you have to thank me?"

Xiaotong smiled helplessly, "Qianqian, I won't take you to play like this."

Luo Qian giggled, "Why, don't you want to marry Huangfu Lin?"

"That's right," Huangfu Yao also booed, "Don't you want to be my sister-in-law?"

Xiao Tong was choked up by the two of them, but her eyes were full of sweetness, her gentle eyes looked over the crowd, searching for that tall and familiar figure in the crowd.

Finally, I found him.

The man was standing far away from the crowd, talking on the phone. From such a distance, Xiao Tong could still see his frowning eyebrows, and the expression on his face was solemn and dignified, completely opposite to the festive atmosphere.

There was a feeling of uneasiness in her heart.

Holding the bouquet, she crossed the crowd and walked in his direction.