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Chapter 702 [Extra] Wedding March (2)

Jing Xing smiled, and did not veto her idea: "If you want to hold a grand ceremony, that's fine too."

"..." In view of Jing Xing's outrageous behavior of sending the Ferris wheel to hold a lantern banquet in those years, Lin Qingyou felt that he was the one who could really do such a thing, and quickly stopped him, "No, no, no, I don't want to, just keep it simple." .”

Lin Qingyou doesn't attach much importance to these rituals. She may be more concerned about the progress of the brain neuroscience experiment that her mentor gave her than the enthronement ceremony.

Staring at Huang Daojiri for a while, wondering if it was due to confusion about the future, when Lin Qingyou closed the golden post, she suddenly said: "It is said that marriage is the tomb of love, but I still feel that this tomb has entered the grave. It's a little early."

When she spoke, her tone was the same as usual, and her expression was also gentle and soft, but for some reason, Jing Xing could hear a bit of worry and uneasiness from her words.

Jing Xing looked at her for a while, then suddenly turned the direction of the office chair she was sitting on so that she faced him.

Then, he bent down slightly, pressed his palm on the armrest beside her, and looked at her with downcast eyes: "Then think about it differently."

Jing Xing was so close that when he leaned over, he covered her whole body, and Lin Qingyou smelled the clean smell of washing powder on his body again.

She raised her head involuntarily and looked into his clear eyes.

"Even if marriage is a tomb, it's you and I who walked into the tomb hand in hand. Life is us, death is us, no matter life or death, it's us." Jing Xing's brows and eyes softened, as if telling her, and then As if speaking to myself.

"In the future, no matter where you are, you will never be alone."

Apart from Jing Xing and the old man of the Jing family, Su Zhi should be the one who cares most about the wedding.

In the office of the president of Fengheng Group, Su Zhi was sitting on Yunyi's office chair, looking at the wedding dress design drawing in his hand with disgust: "What are these? Is this the latest design draft? Isn't it from who? Did it come out from the gap between the legs of the table? Didn't I say, Assistant Shen, your eyes are still in the last century?"

The weak, pitiful and helpless Shen Hang: "..."

"The designs of these wedding dresses are too ugly, aren't they?" Su Zhi threw the design drafts on the table one by one, obviously dissatisfied, "Look at this style, is this a copy of the Qing Dynasty mandarin jacket? And this, this color—peach red with water green? My God, which village is this designer from?”

"..."

At the end, Su Zhi made a summary: "Assistant Shen, do you think I'm asking too much, so you just took a few pieces of draft paper to perfuse me?"

"..." This must have been a big hat, and Shen Hang was dizzy from being hit.

Standing in the air-conditioned air-conditioned room, Shen Hang was sweating profusely. He raised his arm dripping with sweat, wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his suit, and replied aggrievedly: "Ma'am, this is already The best designers in the group rushed out overnight."

Fengheng has a dedicated design department, but it mainly focuses on high-end jewelry design, and is not very good at clothing, so the wedding dress design draft that was rushed out overnight has become a bunch of low-end things in the eyes of the president's wife .

(End of this chapter)