The little wife of the demon president

Chapter 2 Old Man's Taste
Gu Huaimo came out of a military academy, and getting married also pays attention to speed. On the first day, he picked out his wife, and drove to Gu's house on the second day. He gave her a piece of paper and ordered, "Sign your name and press your fingerprints." .”

Then press her and she will be his wife, don't treat her as illiterate.

Wei Ying said sarcastically: "That's good, it will fly up to the branch and become a phoenix. When we see this timid sister in the future, we will have to call Mrs. Gu."

Wei Zi raised her face, said fear on her face, "Fourth Sister." Wei Ying must be jealous of her.

"Let's write! Don't keep Mr. Gu waiting for too long." Mrs. Wei said gently.

He signaled Wei Ying to come out, and reprimanded her in a low voice outside: "Don't be so blind, although the second young master Gu only wants a wife for decoration, after all, our Wei family wants to climb up to the Gu family in the future."

Wei Ying said with anger in her heart: "Mum, it's just such a bun, who said that she was tearful like a poor little girl, I thought about it all night and didn't know how I am inferior to her, why is it Gu Huaimo? I fell in love with her."

Mrs. Wei analyzed it with her: "You young people, you really don't know what it means to advance and retreat. One step ahead of others in doing things and talking is also leaving seven steps for yourself. Second Young Master Gu is notoriously ruthless, and if you go further, you will be rewarded if you marry him." You have suffered, and besides, I am optimistic about Mr. Gu, so you should watch carefully during the wedding."

Wei Ying smiled: "Mummy is right, but it's only because of this steamed stuffed bun that she knows what a fart. I don't know if she secretly winked at Gu Huaimo, just like her own mother, a slut."

"Say you don't know how to speak, and don't admit it. Girls, don't be so mean when you talk. Men don't like to hear these things. There are some things to say, and some things to keep in your heart." Mrs. Wei shook her head and went into the hall , put on a smiling face and said: "Huai Mo, we will be a family in the future, and we will take Wei Zi home to see if we have time."

Gu Huaimo said indifferently: "Let's talk when you have time."

Who does he think he is, Wei Zi snorted coldly in his heart, marrying her, he shouldn't cry with regret.

After all, her name was signed on that piece of paper.

Wei Zi, an unremarkable illegitimate daughter of the Wei family, became the wife of 36-year-old Gu Huaimo.

Wei Zi is 1 unwilling, but what she knows better is that she is too small, and she has to marry if she doesn't marry, so why make it ugly.Anyway, the Wei family's daughters are used to walk up on cushions, and the old man doesn't have any flesh and blood in his eyes.

The wedding banquet was held in a hotel. The relatives of the female Wei Zi's family were some members of the Wei family, but the male party was very powerful and most of them wore military uniforms.

The Gu family has been engaged in politics in City B for many years, and most of the brothers of the Gu family work in the army except for Gu Huaimo.

But none of Gu's parents attended.

Gu's mother was angry, angry that Gu Huaimo chose a daughter from a concubine, obviously the Wei family had several outstanding daughters.

Wei Zi was wearing a red cheongsam, with her hair tucked up in a well-regulated manner, as if she looked a few years older. Wei Ying, as a bridesmaid, wore a pink off-the-shoulder short skirt, which actually looked pink and cute.

Gu Huaimo asked someone to dress her up in an old-fashioned way. Looking at Gu Huaimo's old man's taste, it was really disgusting.Just this cheongsam, Hongyan is Hongyan, old-fashioned is old-fashioned, the long skirt goes all the way to the ankle without even a small slit.

Even though Wei Zi was dissatisfied in every possible way, she would not be so stupid as to express it.

Weiying was as busy as a butterfly, how many young heroes from the officialdom and army came to this marriage.

But Wei Zi, the bride, was too busy looking at the mirror to squeeze her pimples.

This marriage is like riding a rocket, picking a bride on the first day, signing a signature on the second day, writing an invitation to try on clothes, be good, and serving wine on the third day.

(End of this chapter)