Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"I like it, it's the same as what the bride wore on the day of his wedding." Wen Xiaoai looked at the wedding dresses she dreamed of wearing, finally smiled on her small face.

"Well, it was worn by the bride." Jun Moyan looked at her and responded with a smile.

Wen Xiaoai smiled, and then pulled Jun Moyan to the nearest wedding dress to stop.

I couldn't help but stretched out my little hand and touched it: "It's so good-looking, we wear red in the wedding hall, which is different from yours, and you don't seem to use the hall."

"We also have Chinese suits. If you like them, you can buy both."

"buy?"

Wen Xiaoai looked at him, and realized something later, the expression on his face became solemn, and the smile disappeared.

"Ok."

"Jun Moyan, do you want to..."

"Of course I will marry you." He squeezed her hand.

Wen Xiaoai stared at him blankly: "...marry, marry me?"

"Well, marry you. I have arranged for the wedding venue. The scene is filled with things and colors that you like, and you will definitely like it." His tone was a little excited, and the light in his eyes kept flowing.

However, Wen Xiaoai turned pale and blushed.

"you……"

Wen Xiaoai opened his mouth, but found that his throat was sore and sore that it was difficult to speak.

He stroked her small face with a big hand, and apologized: "I had too many concerns before, and kept running away. Let you be a girl, a princess surrendered and chase me to marry, I still... Sorry."

No matter what happens in the future, no matter what the two people have to face, even if the two are gone after today, he will marry her today.

This is what she has always wanted, what he promised her, and what he wanted.

"..."

Wen Xiaoai's nose sore, tears filled his eyes instantly.

She wanted to say something: Jun Moyan, why didn't you marry me earlier? Why did you wait until so late and still say marry me at this time.

Wen Xiaoai's heart was throbbing, she looked at the full wedding dresses in the shop, then at Jun Moyan, her hands clenched helplessly.

Looking at Wen Xiaoai, Jun Moyan was completely filled with fear.

He can understand what she wants when she doesn't talk or hum, and he can naturally see that Wen Xiaoai is not moved, but...

When Jun Moyan was about to say something, the manager and two shop assistants came over with their wedding dresses.

"San Xiao, the wedding dress is here."

As he said, he smiled and looked at Wen Xiaoai, with great eyesight and doglegs: "Mrs. Jun, the fitting room is over there, do you want to try it now?"

The manager thought that Wen Xiaoai was so touched that he didn't think much about it.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the wedding dress in the clerk's hand, tears falling.

Jun Moyan slowed down and reached out to take the wedding dress, but his movements seemed a bit stiff and slow.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the manager took the clerk and stepped aside temporarily.

"...Little boy, look, do you like it?"

He held the wedding dress and asked her.

The voice trembled uncontrollably, and the words were a little choppy.

He has always been calm and calm, but because of Wen Xiaoai, he has lost his stability and squareness time and time again.

Wen Xiaoai bit her lip and shed tears, afraid to look at him or speak.

Jun Moyan's big hand stroked a delicate embroidery on the chest of the wedding dress, and said to Wen Xiaoai:

"The one embroidered on this is the purple viburnum that you like. I haven't seen it before. I just painted it as you said and let people embroider it. You can see if it is what you told you..."