Madam Dihao is not good

"Greasy, cold, spicy... don't eat too much of these messy things," he said coldly, "don't touch champagne anymore."

"You're nagging, you really are old," Bai Yunshang tilted her head, with a smile still on the corner of her mouth, "Dad."

Sikong Nan'an slightly hooked his lips, his eyes were inviolable nobility.

He patted her on the shoulder and said without hesitation, "You are young and willful, and you just need an elder to teach you to grow."

"Maybe I don't think so, I don't want to learn the virtue of 'selfish and insidious'." [

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"The taste of roast suckling pig is very good." She took a bite out of the large piece of meat without any image, there were bright oil stains on the corner of her mouth, she still had a sweet smile.This picture is very strange, very strange.

Sikong Nan'an's eyes were well-read, and he warned: "Don't look away, child."

"It's just that I'm too open-minded."

That night, Bai Yunshang was really like a wayward child, doing strange things all the time.

She ate a lot, ate more than ever before, and drank a lot of alcohol, so her cheeks were red and her eyes were blurred.

She plucked lilies, wove a garland and put them on her head. She sat on the top step, took off her stiletto shoes, and smiled kindly at every man who looked at her.

Since she was a child, she was bound by etiquette and the eyes of others. Today, it seems that she wants to indulge herself for the first time, doing all the things she wanted to do but never dared to do.

When Bai Yunshang went back that night, she vomited heavily and wiped her mouth on a person's chest.

She heard Lu's mother say, "If you are sad, cry out."

But she couldn't cry anymore, her heart was dead, and she was as empty as a dead city with its gates closed.

After being sent back to the castle, she slept on the bed for the first time.

Sikong Zeye's wedding was played back in the dream, it was the most dreamy and luxurious wedding in Bai Yunshang's memory, and I am afraid he will never forget it in his life.

In the white church, the lights and shadows are intertwined, and there are carved gods everywhere.

Holy lilies for decoration.

The nuns' choir holds a harp, with pale gold edges and mercury strings, and the beautiful rhythm is like running water.

Water mist sprayed from the top of the church, and flower petals slowly fell with the smoke.

The pastor took off the brim of his hat and saluted all the distinguished guests.Then he asked the newcomer in front of him, whether no matter what he went through, he would live and die together and share weal and woe?