The Little Midnight Bride

In short, this is a group that can shake the world's economic and political situation, and no one dares not to sell a little bit of thin noodles. (www>

Today's protagonist is leaning in a corner, holding a cigarette between his fingertips, smoking silently, and handing over the lively atmosphere of the whole scene to Bing Yu.

Because of the phone call last night, tonight, he was completely out of shape.

He, who has always been strategizing, was a little confused for the first time.

Heart, messed up, messed up. [

He even began to waver at the idea of ​​getting engaged.

His gaze fell out of the window, and Gu Xiaoyao's smiling, mad, pissed or hurt face was all in his mind.

In his heart, he was even angry with a decision: if she came, if she even told him not to get engaged, he would immediately cancel the wedding, and then wait patiently for her to grow up.

Yan Feng, who has always been high-profile, walked into the venue with his precious wife Xue Er in his arms. After a few laps, he walked towards him with a glass of red wine.

He patted the actor's back, and said with a hint of teasing, "Hey, brother, are you nervous too? Do you want me to teach you some experience?"

When he proposed to Xue'er for the first time back then, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to dial the phone number. These unjust guys did not make troubles, but now that they have found a chance for revenge, he doesn't mind taking advantage of it. .

Sai Luo was smoking a cigarette dully and remained silent.

Yan Feng looked at his face, frowned, and his teasing tone dropped, followed by genuine concern.

He raised Tisero's trouser legs and asked, "Ask, kid, what's wrong with you, isn't it because you have premarital depression? Isn't it so exaggerated?"

"Annoying!" Sai Luo extinguished the cigarette butt that was left in his hand, snatched the red wine from Yan Feng's hand, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, he calmly stood up, shook the soot stained on his suit, and said in a somewhat impatient tone, "I'll go sit upstairs for a while, and I'll leave the outside to you."

"Hey! Are you engaged or am I engaged?" He had just finished speaking, and Sai Luo's figure had disappeared from his sight.

"Damn it." Yan Feng complained, walking towards Huashen and Lian Chen who had just arrived.

"Why do you have the expression of stepping on a stool?" Huashen raised his eyebrows, Yan Feng shook Zhang Yang's hair, his signature expression, and then said speechlessly: "It's not Sai Luo, it seems that you are not very happy, and you don't say anything What's going on, it makes people look anxious."