Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen held Wei Anning's hand and kissed it to his lips. Then the demonstration looked at Gong ting with ostentation. Gong Ting shrugged and didn't seem to care. Only a slightly clenched fist revealed his worries.

In fact, he doesn't need to care at all. The more Leng Youchen deliberately shows off, the more it shows that he doesn't have a sense of security as shown outside. He is afraid that Wei Anning will leave him.

And he, just need to suit the remedy to the case, can easily make his inner insecurity explode.

The guests took their seats one after another. At 12:12, the wedding officially began. The lights were dim, the music sounded, and the audience stared with bated breath.

Yan Nanfei, dressed in white gauze, walked slowly from the end of the red carpet, holding Jiang Fu's hand. The thick red rose petals under her feet were not romantic, but so cruel.

Every step she took crushed her heart.

From today on, her body is labeled as Lu Junxi's wife, and her love has nowhere to be placed. She looked at Lu Junxi, who was getting closer and closer to her. He looked at her warmly with a touch of deep feeling.

She suddenly had an impulse to run away.

However, in the end, she didn't do anything. She went to Lu Junxi and stood still. The wedding came to an end after they took the oath. After that, it is the link of throwing bouquets.

The host greeted all the unmarried girls. Wei Anning was suddenly pushed up by Leng Youchen. In full view of the public, she was a little panicked and stared at the man, "why?"

"Grab the bouquet." Men are concise.

Wei Anning really wanted to roll his eyes. He hinted at her intention to get married more than once, but she didn't agree. She wanted to sit back, "Leng Youchen, don't make trouble."

The host on the stage was still shouting. Leng Youchen stood up, held her shoulder and pushed her on the stage, "grab a bouquet of flowers. When you get your ID card, we'll get married."

"Hello, Leng Youchen..."

Wei Anning also wanted to protest, so he pushed him onto the stage. Just as the host said, it was almost enough for the bride to throw a bouquet of flowers. She had to stand there.

Yan Nanfei turned her back and closed her eyes. When the host counted to three, she threw back a bouquet of flowers.

Wei Anning stood at the end of the crowd, watching the flower pen fly straight towards her and fall into her arms. She was stunned and looked at the flower in her arms.

"Congratulations to the lady who received the bouquet. Please come to the stage."

Hearing the host's voice, Wei Anning walked over with a bouquet of flowers. Other young girls who didn't receive a bouquet of flowers could not hide their disappointment and returned to their seats.

Wei Anning went to a couple of new people and stood next to Yan Nanfei. The host asked, "are you a friend of the bridegroom or a friend of the bride?"

"I am their mutual friend."

"Here, do you have any blessing to say to them?"

Wei Anning holds the microphone and Yan Nanfei's hand in the other hand. In fact, she has only one sentence to say, "I hope they hold the hand of their son and grow old with their son."

There was thunderous applause from the audience. Wei Anning hugged Yan Nanfei and then turned to step down.

When she got back to her seat, she threw the bouquet to Leng Youchen and said angrily, "I didn't live up to your expectations. I'll get it back for you."

Leng Youchen was not angry either. He smiled at her. If he hadn't been an overbearing president, he would have gone up and robbed her just now. He said, "it's God's will, madam."