The president's favorite: little friend, you are so sweet

Chapter 483 I'm still young...

Holding the bronzing invitation card sent to her by Uncle Junjun, Xiang Jiabao cheerfully jumped into the study room and threw herself on the back of her fiancé, "Husband, the invitation card that my uncle is 20 years late, here it is!"

The invitation waved in front of Qu Jimeng's eyes, and then deliberately dropped it on the table in front of him.

What is 20 years late?
Qu Jimeng stroked her warm face angrily.

"A few days ago, I heard that my uncle is going to requisition our Imperial Hotel for his wedding, so the wedding date is fixed?" Qu Jimeng picked up the invitation card and sighed, flicking the wedding card he just received.

Alas... I really can't believe that Uncle Wang Laowu is going to jump into the grave of marriage on his own initiative.

"Originally, my uncle didn't want to be extravagant when he got married, but grandpa said that our Bo family has to give uncle a big gift too! That's why we arranged the wedding banquet at the Imperial Hotel!"

"But... how many friends came to the wedding that day? Everyone is still in the army."

Xiang Jiabao put his fiancé's neck around his neck, rubbed his face, and said with a smile, "It's okay! We'll just be happy together as a family! It doesn't matter if you are in the army or not!"

"But there's something I have to tell you, husband—"

Qu Jimeng slightly turned his face to the side and looked at Xiao Nizi, "What's the matter?"

"Xiaoyu wants to ask me to be her bridesmaid, and also said that she will give me the bride's bouquet. This, are you okay?"

"What is the special meaning of the bridal bouquet?"

This, he really has not researched.

Mainly because I haven't attended someone else's wedding for a long time.

Xiang Jiabao swallowed her saliva, and muttered: "It is said... whoever you throw the bride's bouquet to, that girl has to get married within half a year, otherwise it will be bad luck!"

"But there are litchis in the bridesmaids, if you're not happy, I'll ask Xiaoyu to throw the bouquet to litchis!"

"It's okay...you can accept it if you like it."

"But are we going to get married within half a year? She's still young..."

Ever since the two of them got engaged, the fairytale marriage of the prince and princess has become a hot topic at high society banquets.

Children of famous ladies and nobles, let's wait and see how many miracles can be created for the future of the two families when the combination of the son of the top powerful family and the prince's son of the international lawyer firm!

Some people are even thinking about the entanglement of interests behind this fairy tale of the prince and princess.

"Actually, if we were abroad now, we would have no problem getting married, but this is just a saying by people, and it can't be taken seriously. Baby, don't be scared by those things."

Xiao Nizi poked her two slender fingers and said aggrievedly, "But she is also looking forward to being a bride!"

"Okay - I promise, we will have the grandest wedding in the universe, okay?" Qu Jimeng carried the little girl over with both hands, put her on her lap and sat down, coaxing softly.

Now, he has perfectly integrated into the role of Xiang Jiabao's fiancé, when he heard that she longed for the wedding so much, his heart warmed, and he bent down and kissed her.

There was a sweet atmosphere in the study, the man who had recuperated for a period of time was already a grown man, and he wanted more and was more domineering than he was when he was young.

He domineeringly pushed her down, lowered her body, and almost finished speaking through gritted teeth, "Baby... Shall I go back to my room to sleep? Hmm?"

"It's too early to hate... hate it."

Hearing this, the man glared at Xiao Nizi fiercely, "Say! Have you become indifferent to husband X?"

"No... Don't you still have a job? I understand that your business today is not over."

"No problem! After you fall asleep, I will continue to do it!"

After saying that, without waiting for others to speak, he went straight to the bedroom with the warm and soft little girl in his arms.

Seeing this, the little maids hiding in the corridor ran away shyly as if fleeing for refuge.

(End of this chapter)