Cold young chasing his wife has a deep routine

Chapter 877
Finally, the matter of the wedding dress was over, and An Ran thought of something again: "Wait, uncle, didn't we come here to make up for the Lantern Festival? How did it become a wedding?"

Don't you think it's bad to hide such a big matter from her?
Seeing his girl's big eyes staring at him, Leng Chengtian shrugged: "After the Lantern Festival, we can hold the wedding at the same time."

"No, your brain must be that your mother had a difficult labor when she gave birth to you, and you were so funny." Before An Ran could answer, Zheng Wenjuan stepped forward and took her daughter's hand and walked out: "After the wedding, the whole family can be reunited Have you sat down to eat?"

These words are reasonable, but An Ran is speechless.

When the door opened, Ouyang Ye was like Santa's deer, standing at the door full of presents.

An Ran couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Ouyang Ye stared at her sadly: "Xiao Mao, it belongs to you and the boss, where do you put it?"

An Ran took a glance at the colorful bag on Ouyang Ye's arm, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

It's not that she is connected with An Haiwen's father and daughter, but that among the many bags, this one is simple and written in Chinese, which naturally attracted her attention.

Seeing that bag, thinking of An Haiwen's Xiao Suo's back when he left, Ouyang Ye didn't want to disturb An Ran's emotions, so he turned around and said, "What else is there, it's all gifts from everyone."

After finishing the words, he indicated to Leng Chengtian that there was a story in the bag.

The man is so shrewd, but with just one look, he immediately understands.

Stepping forward, he took the bag calmly and said, "Put it in the car, we'll leave right away."

Grass, you didn't say it earlier.

Ouyang Ye rolled his eyes. If he had known that he was jogging over here to do farts, the young master would have been exhausted to death.

Turning around, Ouyang Ye walked out clangingly, but he began to envy Leng Chengtian's wedding in his mind.

A person who has always been cynical and vowed not to get married for the rest of his life will be deeply moved by this meeting, and his heart will be moved.

Looking at Ouyang Ye who was walking away, the corners of An Ran's mouth twitched brightly.

It was the first time she saw Ouyang Ye, so cute, if there was a Santa Claus, she would definitely make him a Christmas deer.

Handing the bag to Zheng Wenjuan, Leng Chengtian picked up An Ran who was inconveniently wearing a wedding dress, and said: "Mom, I'll take her to change first, you wait for me in the car, grandma and mom have both passed."

Zheng Wenjuan smiled gratifiedly, her eyes were filled with doting on the two of them, she nodded and left with her bag.

"Uncle, walk slowly, don't drop the diamonds on the wedding dress." An Ran looked back at the road behind, afraid of losing any diamonds.

[-] million, is it really shocking?

The man is also helpless, as long as his girl is happy, let her be.

Makeup is slow, but remover is quite fast.

An Ran changed into a cheongsam that represented the people of the country, and she could see her graceful figure at a glance.

The moment she walked out of the curtain, Leng Chengtian had the urge to hide her, or change into a more earthy dress.

Going out like this will be coveted by many people.

Las Vegas lacks everything, but there is no shortage of rich people. If someone who is more handsome than him and richer than him sees him and competes with him for his wife, wouldn't he have to worry every day?

"Uncle, what are you thinking?" An Ran frowned and asked Leng Chengtian while instructing the waiter to carefully install her wedding dress.

Finally the man's soul was called back.

"Of course, this suit is too eye-catching, let's change it." He shouldn't have chosen this suit in the first place.

(End of this chapter)