Hundred billion brides, please be gentle, Mr. President

Chapter 697 I am willing!
An Ziyu couldn't help sighing.

At first she liked Su Yihang for so long, but the last two people had no fate.

But now, she has fallen in love with Tang Qixuan, and when she thinks back to the spring of her youth, she doesn't have too much emotion except to sigh.

But looking at Fang Ziqing's snow-white wedding dress, he couldn't help but think about his own appearance in the wedding dress. Could it be so dreamy and beautiful?

"After today, I should call you sister-in-law." Yu Xiaoqiao said with a smile.

"I envy you for having such a beautiful sister-in-law." An Ziyu joked with a smile.

Fang Ziqing's cheeks were red again, she lowered her head, and her snow-white veil was hanging down, making her beautiful face faintly visible, making her even more bewildered.

"The wedding is about to start, is everything ready?" An Ziyu glanced at the time and asked concerned.

"Well, everything is ready." Seeing that the time was almost up and the ceremony was about to be held, Fang Ziqing felt inexplicably nervous.

An Ziyu and Yu Xiaoqiao both laughed, "Don't be nervous, you are the bride today, the protagonist of this ceremony, you can't go wrong."

"Yeah, take a deep breath and tell yourself that you are about to marry the man you love the most, you are about to become his wife, and you will be with him for the rest of your life, so you won't be so nervous."

There was a moment of trance in Fang Ziqing's eyes, but in an instant, her smile bloomed like a flower.

"Okay, thank you."

"Okay, we won't bother you anymore, we'll go to the scene first, and wait for your beautiful appearance."

An Ziyu helped Yu Xiaoqiao leave the lounge and return to the front hall of the scene.

Su Yihang was wearing a white suit, standing at the end of the red carpet, waiting for his bride to arrive.

He looked a bit cold, and he didn't have the joy and expectation that a groom should have.

Everyone only thought that Su Yihang was nervous, and didn't do what he thought.

An Ziyu helped Yu Xiaoqiao back to his seat and sat down.

Looking at the handsome and gentle Su Yihang in a white suit, many memories flooded into his mind like spring water.

When she was young, he was the person she had been in love with for many years, and he was the person she could only hope for and could not reach.

Now he is getting married too.

How time flies!
It also corresponds to that sentence, time is the best medicine in this world, why wash away all the joys and sorrows, pain and entanglements.

"Ziyu, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing An Ziyu's gaze, Tang Qixuan kept staring at Su Yihang, and felt a little apprehensive.

"No...it's nothing." An Ziyu quickly lowered his head, hiding his thoughts.

"Su Yihang is someone else's groom now, are you still thinking about him?" Tang Qixuan's voice became inexplicably cold.

"Are you jealous?" An Ziyu raised his eyes in surprise.

"Oh!" Tang Qixuan sneered, with a look of indifference, "I'm not jealous, why am I jealous! What does it have to do with me?!"

This taste is sour, how dare you argue that you are not jealous!

An Ziyu suppressed the smile in his heart, and said to him solemnly, "What has nothing to do with you? You mean, no matter what I think, it has nothing to do with you?"

Tang Qixuan's face turned cold again, and he stared at An Ziyu with dark eyes.

"Whoever you want to think about, it has nothing to do with me. You are satisfied!"

An Ziyu finally couldn't help laughing, but still sighed and shook his head, "It's a pity, who asked me to marry you. If I hadn't married you, maybe I would still have a chance."

The blue veins on Tang Qixuan's forehead slowly bulged, and his face was dark, like the sky before the storm, especially scary.

"You still miss him?" He almost gritted his teeth.

An Ziyu looked at Tang Qixuan as if he really wanted to turn his face and leave with his sleeves, and couldn't help laughing.

"No! Don't be jealous, I'm kidding you! We're both married, and in my heart..." An Ziyu looked at him affectionately, his cheeks flushed slightly.

Like a shy and timid little daughter-in-law.

Only then did Tang Qixuan feel a little better. Even though he understood that An Ziyu was confessing his love to him, he still had a cold face.

"How do I know what's going on in my heart!"

An Ziyu gently held Tang Qixuan's hand, and circled his fingers lightly in his palm, "Since you don't know, there's nothing I can do about it, maybe... you'll understand slowly."

She tilted her head and smiled at him, her cheeks were as red as pink peach petals.

At this time, the wedding symphony sounded.

The wedding ceremony has begun.

Accompanied by the music, Fang Ziqing walked onto the red carpet with Fang Wenshan.

Fang Wenshan held Fang Ziqing's hand, looked at Su Yihang on the other side of the red carpet, with a smile in his eyes and reluctance.

Today was the day when he married his daughter. Although he was happy that his daughter had chosen such a good husband's family, he was also reluctant that his daughter would leave him and become someone else's daughter-in-law from today onwards.

Fang Ziqing took one step at a time, walking a little slowly, and every step she took seemed to be stepping on her own heart, and the distance between her and the person hidden in her heart was gradually getting farther and farther away.

She was dressed in a pure white wedding dress, followed by four flower girls, raining petals like a fairy coming from a sea of ​​flowers.

All eyes are on the bride.

They all praised in private, Fang Ziqing is really beautiful, and she really matches Su Yihang very well.

And Su Yihang looked at Fang Ziqing like this, his warm eyes were as silent as stagnant water, and he still didn't have any extra emotions.

It seems to be completing a task, and in a step-by-step manner, the proper procedures are being executed.

Fang Wenshan brought Fang Ziqing up to Su Yihang, and handed Fang Ziqing's hand to Su Yihang's.

"I'll trouble you to take care of Ziqing after a while."

"Dad, I will take good care of Ziqing."

Su Yihang held Fang Ziqing's hand tightly, without looking at Fang Ziqing, but it still made Fang Ziqing's cheeks blush.

The feeling of being held tightly by this man's warm palm actually moved her a little.

She couldn't tell now how she felt about Su Yihang.

But the honor Su Yihang gave her, as well as the confidence that she could hold her head high in the upper class circle, really made her very fond of it.

Su Yihang held Fang Ziqing's hand tightly, stepped on the red carpet to the center of the stage step by step amidst the blessings of the crowd, and stood in front of the priest to make an oath.

Holding the Bible, the priest read out the marriage vows and asked Su Yihang, "Mr. Su Yihang, are you willing to accept this man? Love her and be loyal to her, no matter if she is poor, sick or disabled, until death."

Su Yihang said in a low voice, "I am willing."

"Miss Fang Ziqing, are you willing to marry this man? Love him and be loyal to him, regardless of poverty, sickness or disability, until death..."

Fang Ziqing hesitated for a moment, but still said with a smile.

"I am willing."

"Okay, please exchange rings."

(End of this chapter)