Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 656 The Modern Story (93)

The day soon came to the eve of the wedding, and Ai Ling sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at the two little red books in front of her.

"Why do you always stare at them?" Xuanyuan Jiaye came over with milk and handed it to her.

Ai Ling took the milk and put it in the palm of her hand, "In this world, whether I have anything to do with you or not is all in these two little red books, but in your place, you don't just separate, you have to ask for the imperial decree of your royal family, So in this society, marriage is very fragile, I hope we can all be strong and maintain our marriage well."

Xuanyuan Jiaye kept laughing, "Ling'er, in fact, you are strong, sometimes you are quite fragile, and you are indifferent, sometimes you are sentimental."

"What's the matter, do you dislike me now?" Ai Ling gave him a sideways glance.

"Why, I just feel that you also need protection. In the eyes of others, you are so strong and powerful, just because you can't rely on others except yourself. I hope you can give everything to me in the future. Marriage is not easy, and a lifetime is even more difficult. It’s not easy, but we have cheated, we are husband and wife for two lives, what else can beat us?”

Xuanyuan Jiaye hugged her and kissed her cautiously, stroking Ai Ling's stomach with his hand, the originally flat stomach quietly bulged up.

In the dead of night, the presidential palace is brightly lit, and festive red can be seen everywhere.

When the sky was filled with white light, Ai Ling was already wearing the wedding dress designed by Mi Lin, and got into the wedding car arranged by Ai Weiyan for her.

Ai Weiyan was sitting next to her, patting the back of her hand gently, "Granddaughter, the President's wife is equivalent to an ancient queen, you have to control your temper more, because the people you will meet in the future will be people of your level , you must not act recklessly, you must know that the people of the whole country are staring at you two."

The news that Mr. President is going to get married has long been spread, and many patriots put up banners at their door to celebrate the president's marriage.

As soon as Ai Ling's identity was announced, her information flooded the Internet.

The female special soldiers of the country have made countless contributions to the country, and have left life and death behind countless times for the benefit of the country, etc. A series of words of praise.

Ai Ling's deeds and great achievements are enough to convince the whole country that she is the president's wife. She is dignified and generous, and her grades in school are comparable to those of the president.

For a while, the news of the president's marriage was heard all over the country. In the most luxurious hotel in the capital city of country Z, the two wore white wedding dresses and exquisite suits to accept the orders of everyone.

"I want to be with you for the rest of my life, to raise children, to walk the dog, to eat breakfast, to watch the children grow up, to grow old together."

Xuanyuan Jiaye knelt on one knee, holding in his hand a unique diamond ring created by a famous jewelry designer.

"Ling'er, I love you." His eyes were red again, but he wept with joy.

Wearing that incomparably exquisite wedding dress, Ai Ling is as beautiful as a fairy, like a dancing white butterfly, gentle and watery, and like the desolate but delicate snow lotus on the mountain that day, pure and beautiful.

"I love you too." She hugged the man in front of her.

The man gently stroked her hair, leaned against her ear and said, "Don't even think about running away in this life."

Everyone present congratulated, and the wedding process was broadcast live by various media from a distance, allowing the whole country to witness this century wedding in the name of love.

Murong Yao was sitting in the corner, holding a red wine glass in his hand, with a calm expression and a smile on his mouth, but the crystal tears could not be concealed, but he forcibly suppressed them.

He drank a glass of red wine and murmured, "Ling'er, be happy."

(End of this chapter)