President Hunting Love is too fierce

Aunt Yang was quite knowledgeable, and quickly arranged for people to prepare the necessary things.

Just as he was about to go out, he ushered in an unexpected guest.

Bai Ling looked at Lan Shen who was walking straight in in a suit, with the blue sky behind him, the wind blowing the corners of his clothes, it seemed as if the years had flowed backwards, and he walked back from his memory.

Nostalgic taste, long and profound.

Aunt Yang and the others tactfully withdrew, leaving only the two of them. [

"Lan Shen..." Bai Ling cried out in shock.

At the beginning, she hesitated for a long time, and finally sent him a wedding invitation letter, but he never responded.

She thought he wouldn't make any gestures, but she didn't expect that he would fly thousands of miles away to participate.

What came spontaneously in my heart was a kind of sour feeling.

"You are so beautiful today." Lan Shen bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Thank you." Her voice was tender and grateful.

"Your father is gone. If possible, let me take your hand and enter the venue instead of your father? From now on, I will be your elder brother." Lan Shen stared at her and said with a smile.

Bai Ling looked at him in astonishment, her heart suddenly became sore, tears almost welled up, and she tremblingly said:

"Okay, okay..."

She can probably understand his intentions, he wants to send her into the palace of happiness with his own hands, and hand her over to Mo Fei.

It's just that her happiness is his sorrow.

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As the church bell rang, the majestic and beautiful church.

The priest stood on the platform directing everything.

The handsome groom was wearing a white tuxedo with purple fireworks pinned to his chest. He was looking at the church door with anticipation and nervousness.

No one would have thought that the gambling king, who has turned up and down in the mall, would be nervous because of such a trivial matter as marriage.

I ran to the church early in the morning to wait, and kept urging the bride’s people on the phone all day long. I was ridiculed by the purgatory led by the best man group, but I didn’t take it seriously, and predicted that they would be teased back sooner or later. day.

Finally, the music of the wedding march sounded, and both the groom and the guests were immersed in the beautiful music, waiting for the bride to enter.

Amidst a burst of warm applause, the bride entered the stage with the sound of music. She was beautiful, slender and soft unique to the East, like the beauties in ancient paintings, with a touch of mystery. [