The famous family loves marriage, sweet to the point

Chapter 238 Chapter 239: Kissing the Bride's Instep (8 More)
Jing Boyuan's kiss is as long as he wants.

Ye Qingxin opened her eyes, and quietly looked at Jing Boyuan with those watery eyes. The man's mature body odor brushed her nose with his breath, making her obsessed.

Jing Boyuan straightened his body, and held Ye Qingxin's hand gently.

"Next, ask the groom to find out the wedding shoes for the bride to put on." Dou Weier said.

Aunt Zhang and Aunt Chi asked the group of people who were watching the bustle to move to the door to make room for the next session.

Cheng Ruyu ordered another young man carrying a big red bag to distribute wedding candies and cigarettes to the relatives and friends on the woman's side.

As soon as the wedding candy and wedding cigarettes were taken out, there was another burst of amazement.

Xiyan is Liqun Fuchun Mountain Residence. The market price is [-] a piece. It is known as the most expensive cigarette in the country.

Ye Qingxin's colleagues here are all colleagues with moderate and low economic conditions. Some male colleagues know about cigarettes fairly well. Although they haven't seen them in real life, they have also learned about them from the Internet.

When I saw the iconic Fuchun Mountain residence picture on the golden Liqun cigarette case, my eyes were straightened, and I couldn't help but be surprised when I told what I knew, but I didn't know the person who was known as the most expensive cigarette in China.

[-] one piece, two for one person, this handwriting, how can the word "hao" be so good.

Father Song's main task today is to take care of Ye Qingguo. He was surprised and delighted when he heard that the man's wedding smoke came from such a powerful source.

He has smoked cigarettes for most of his life, but he has never smoked more than 20 yuan a pack. For [-] cigarettes, wouldn't it cost [-] yuan a pack?If this is taken back to his hometown, it will be enough for him to boast for half his life.

Thinking about it, his mind was a little active, and he pulled Ye Qingguo and said to the young man who was smoking: "Our small country doesn't have one yet."

The young man glanced at Ye Qingguo. Ye Qingguo was holding the gift box of chocolates with his head down, greedily stuffing chocolates into his mouth. His behavior was that of a six-year-old boy, which matched his 19-year-old tall and big appearance, which was really weird.

"He doesn't need it?" The young man didn't want to give it.

Father Song stared, pointed at Ye Qingguo and said, "Is he not human? Why is he not needed? Do you look down on the bride's relatives?"

Seeing that Song's father was going to be angry, the young man charged him with "looking down on the bride's relatives" again. He quickly reached out and took out two cigarettes from the big red bag and handed them to Song's father.

When she came, Cheng Ruyu reminded her that the relatives and friends on the bride's side must take good care of them, no matter men or women, young or old, red envelopes, cigarettes, and wedding candy should be given out to everyone.

Father Song won two more Liqun Fuchun Mountain Residences, and the wrinkles around his eyes became much deeper with joy.

In a blink of an eye, seeing Ye Qingguo eating chocolate happily, he touched Ye Qingguo's head with a hand like old bark.

It's really a fool's blessing to have such a rich and caring brother-in-law, no matter how bad Ye Qinguo's life is in the future, it won't be much worse.

The groom is so generous to the bride's relatives and friends, giving the bride enough face, which shows that he has heart for the bride.

In the wedding room.

Jing Boyuan's deep and sharp eyes scanned the room, passing over the eyes of everyone present.

The moment the photographer with the bride's wedding shoes on his body met Jing Boyuan's eyes, he had the illusion of being seen through, and unconsciously dodged his eyes.

Jing Boyuan's eyes fixed on his face, just looking at him quietly.

After less than five seconds of stalemate, the photographer couldn't bear Jing Boyuan's indifferent gaze, put down the camera on his shoulder, reached out and took out a pair of big red diamond-encrusted Xiuhe shoes from the inner pocket of the down jacket, stepped forward In two steps, he handed both hands to Jing Boyuan respectfully.

"Huh~" Dou Wei'er couldn't help sighing contemptuously, "Brother, you are too worthless, aren't you?"

The photographer's dark cheeks flushed, his expression was a little embarrassed, he felt really wronged, and really wanted to say something back to Dou Weier: Talking while standing up doesn't hurt your back, why don't you let the boss of Bowei stare at him?
Jing Boyuan took the wedding shoes, took a look at Cheng Ruyu, Cheng Ruyu understood, turned around and ordered the young man to send a red envelope and a bundle of wedding cigarettes to the photographer.

The photographer, who was still a little bit wronged in his heart, suddenly smiled.

Jing Boyuan squatted in front of Ye Qingxin, gently lifted her feet on his lap, held his ankle with his big hand, and gently helped her put on her wedding shoes.

"Does the groom dare to kiss the bride's feet?" Dou Weier coaxed, "I want our bride to follow you obediently. How can we not kiss the bride's feet? If the groom doesn't kiss the bride's feet, the bride can't walk!"

It is also a kind of making things difficult for the bride's relatives and friends to let the groom kiss the bride's feet when picking up the bride.

This behavior has a kind of self-deprecation meaning in it, and it is a kind of submissive behavior.

Cheng Ruyu, as the main best man, naturally couldn't watch the groom being embarrassed, opened his mouth to speak for the groom, when Jing Boyuan lifted Ye Qingxin's foot, and gently kissed her on the instep.

Cheng Ruyu: "..." Well, even if he's just worrying about it, he's just happy.

Jing Boyuan didn't force himself at all, and it wasn't a show for outsiders, Ye Qingxin felt his soft and thin lips imprinted on her instep, without any perfunctory.

The man's eyebrows and eyes are serious and solemn, revealing a trace of piety.

Ye Qingxin held the bouquet in one hand, and propped herself on the bed with the other, her slender fingers slowly tightened, the flat quilt was wrinkled under her hands, her eyes were filled with happiness and sweetness.

Everyone was a little stunned and forgot to react for a moment.

A man must love a woman very much, so he is willing to kiss that woman's feet sincerely under the gaze of others, with a humble and pious gesture, as if he is doing a very solemn and sacred thing.

Han Huohuo stood in the crowd all the time, smiling and seeing the man who had been tempted to love and care for his beloved woman like this, he was suddenly moved, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Ye Qingxin didn't have parents, so the part of offering tea to the woman's parents was skipped. Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan ate glutinous rice balls together, and everyone booed them to feed each other, and finally took a lot of photos together.

At twelve o'clock, everyone went to the hotel dining area for lunch.

Jing Boyuan accompanied Ye Qingxin to eat in the room.

The team to pick up the bride is scheduled to return to the Jing family's old house at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Jing Boyuan was talking to Father Song outside, while Dou Weier, Song Jiu and others accompanied Ye Qingxin in the wedding room.

Song Jiu bowed his head and counted the bouquet of roses that he adores. There are 27 roses in total. "Why are there 27 roses?"

Ye Qingxin plucked the soft petals with her fingertips, shook her head, and said, "I don't know..."

Not a commemorative number, nor someone's birthday or age.

Song Jiu: "You are the one who got married! Didn't you discuss this before getting married?"

Ye Qingxin smiled slightly, with an expression of happiness and joy that couldn't be concealed, "He didn't let me worry about the wedding, so I..."

"So you really don't ask anything?" Song Jiu almost died of envy, "My God! Xinxin, you must have saved the Milky Way in your last life to meet such a superb man."

After a pause, she turned her attention to the rose again and asked, "Is this a rose? It doesn't look like much."

"This is an Ecuadorian rose, known as the Hermes among roses." Among the other three bridesmaids, Xu Chun, who had rarely spoken, spoke suddenly.

Song Jiu subconsciously asked, "How do you know?"

Xu Chundao: "Our family is a flower shop."

Song Jiu said "Oh", and said to Ye Qingxin: "You are the wedding of the local tyrant, right? Even the bouquet is so tall."

Dou Wei'er remained silent, staring at Ye Qingxin's bouquet of flowers. After a long time, she had a flash of inspiration and said, "I know the meaning of 27 roses."

"What?" Song Jiu asked.

"27, [-], dear wife." Dou Weier said triumphantly, "It must be like this, ha! I'm so smart."

Ye Qingxin's blood was on fire.

It sounds like that is really the case.

"You're very smart." He Jifan's voice cut in abruptly, he walked up to Dou Weier and stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and said to Ye Qingxin with the corners of his mouth curled up: "This bouquet of flowers really has this meaning."

Ye Qingxin smiled at him, and called out, "Cousin."

She knew that He Jifan was Jing Boyuan's cousin, only a few months older than Jing Boyuan.

"Siblings have really sweet mouths."

Dou Wei'er was sitting on the edge of the bed, and He Jifan was standing beside her. The sense of presence was too strong, and the faint smell of men's perfume on the man kept drilling into her nose, making her upset for a while.

After a while, she got up suddenly and said to Ye Qingxin: "I'm going to the bathroom." She trotted out of the wedding room.

He Jifan followed closely behind and went out.

Song Jiu glanced at the backs of the two, and asked Ye Qingxin, "Is there something wrong with them?"

Ye Qingxin smiled: "Did you see it?"

Song Jiu rolled his eyes, "A fool can see it."

Ye Qingxin smiled and didn't say anything else. Out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to catch a glimpse of a sapphire-blue figure passing by the door of the wedding room. She looked back at the foot of the bed. Sure enough, the person who proposed to tie the wedding shoes on her lap The bridesmaids are gone.

After a while, Fang Zhaoyu came back with a frustrated look on his face.

Ye Qingxin looked at her twice more, and whispered a few words to Song Jiu. Song Jiu glanced at Fang Zhaoyu, and nodded to Ye Qingxin.

That girl named Fang Zhaoyu is too quick-witted, she looks good.

(End of this chapter)