Billion Spoils: President's Exclusive Sweet Wife

Han Lin had a black line on his forehead and was quite uncomfortable. "Almost."

"Is there a wife so troublesome? Then I won't marry or marry a wife in the future." Han Jian's little basin friend frowned and said seriously. He doesn't want to listen to his wife all the time. How unfettered!

Belle Li gave her son another chestnut. "What are you talking about? You'll find that your wife is the most lovely person in the world. You'll want to marry very well at that time."

Han Jian looked at her father. "Does daddy think Mommy is the most lovely person in the world?"

"Well," said Han Lin with a natural expression, "of course."

"Then I also think Mommy is the most lovely person in the world. Can I marry Mommy? Anyway, it's troublesome to marry someone else. It's better to marry Mommy directly." Han Jian said. The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was a good idea.

"No." Han Lin directly over his son's proposal, "and from next week, he will play with his sister for two hours every night, otherwise he won't want to play computer."

Suddenly, Han Jian's wail came from the lounge.

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At 18:18 p.m., it was the opening time of the wedding. Duan Manyu took his father's arm and watched the two doors open slowly in front of him. His heart jumped up involuntarily.

But at the moment, it is different from the tension earlier today, there is tension, but more, it is a feeling she can't say.

The red carpet in front of her is constantly extending forward to the other end. At that end, there is a man standing. That man loves her deeply and deeply. From now on, she will spend every day with that man. From now on, she will be firmly bound with that man for the rest of her life.

Duan Manyu walked forward step by step, and Zhou Liye's figure was more and more clearly reflected in her eyes.

Once the scenes between the two people flashed in her mind. Life sometimes seemed like such a road. Her first half of life had gone through so much, and her second half of life

"I gave my daughter to you. You must treat her well. She is the most precious treasure of our husband and wife." Duan's father handed Duan Manyu's hand to Zhou Liye.

Zhou Liye held Duan Manyu's hand and said seriously to Duan father, "she is also my most precious treasure, better than my life."

Duan's father smiled with satisfaction, but his eyes were filled with tears. Even if his daughter found a man worthy of trust, he really married his daughter in this way, which still made him too reluctant to give up in his father's heart.

Duan's father stepped off the stage. On the stage, Zhou Liye led Duan Manyu to the center of the stage step by step.

The master of ceremonies at the wedding is standing with a microphone and talking about the warm atmosphere. Finally, it's the step of exchanging wedding rings. When Zhou Liye slowly puts the ring on Duan Manyu's fingers, Duan Manyu's eyes don't feel a little wet. Perhaps, the happier he is, the more he will think of the original discomfort.

If it weren't for all kinds of persistence, she and he wouldn't have come to this step.

"Please let the bride put on the wedding ring for the bridegroom." the master of ceremonies' voice sounded again.

Duan Manyu picked up the ring and put it on the slender finger in front of her.