Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 421
"Don't be nervous, Xiao Cen, you will be very happy. I can assure you that he loves you so much. Even though we have been separated for so many years, he still planned such a grand wedding for you. I heard that his castle even held a banquet." , just tonight, Xiao Cen, he has prepared everything, and he will marry you in the door."

"Well, I will definitely." An Cen held Lu Ying and Jiujiu's hands instead, "I didn't expect the three of us to be the first to get married, and it is very likely that Jiujiu will be next, Xiaoying, you also want to marry me." Hurry up."

Lu Ying's tears flowed down. For the first time, she looked so childish, she wiped away her tears in embarrassment, her nose was red, "Well, it's a deal."

Seeing Jiu Jiu, her eyes suddenly became moist. She turned her head and picked up the lily bouquet, and slowly sent it to An Cen's hands.

"Sister Cen, I wish you happiness."

Under the soft light, she smiled and gently embraced An Cen's shoulders, sending her all her blessings.

An Cen hugged her back, smiling gently, "You too, remember to treat my brother well, otherwise, I won't let you go."

Jiujiu also laughed, "Well, you should threaten Lan Hua'er."

"I'm very relieved about him. His life is in your hands. As long as you don't leave him, I believe you can grow old together." An Cen joked.

"Must." Jiujiu agreed, and the smile in his eyes was even bigger, "I will not leave him, Sister Cen, and you are the same. I wish you and Qin Chu a happy life together."

"Okay, don't be so sour. There will be a banquet tonight. Let's talk about girlfriends later in the evening. Now, Qin Chu is the protagonist. Let's not ignore him. Let's go, the time is up, let's go to the auditorium."

"Yeah." An Cen blinked away the tears in his eyes.

Standing on the red carpet again, An Cen's face was blushing and happy.

Jiujiu and Lu Ying held up the skirt for her.

She holds lilies in her hands.

Step by step, he walked towards Qin Chu.

Qin Chu was standing beside the piano.

Looking at the snow-white wedding dress on An Cen's body from a distance, the happiness in his eyes is so obvious, his usually cold and condensed face is strangely gentle, as if there is a golden light covering him, and the corners of his lips can't hide it. bright smile.

original.

The taste of happiness is as if the air is sweet.

With gentle eyes, Qin Chu held An Cen's white-gloved hand. The two looked at each other affectionately and stood in front of the priest.

The priest in black robe opened the Bible with a solemn and solemn face: "Groom, are you willing to take the bride as your wife? Whether she will be rich or poor in the future, or whether she will be healthy or unwell in the future, you are willing to be with her forever ?"

Qin Chu turned his head to look at An Cen, and replied with a smile, "Yes, I am willing."

His voice came from his chest, with earnest sincerity, and it swayed straight to the bottom of An Cen's heart.

An Cen was taken aback, and the smile hidden under the veil became even happier.

The priest nodded and turned to the bride, "Bride, are you willing to marry the groom? Whether she will be rich or poor in the future, or whether she will be healthy or ill in the future, are you willing to be with her forever?"

An Cen glanced at Qin Chu and said without hesitation: "Yes, I am willing."

As soon as the words were finished, Qin Chu smiled, his big palm wrapped her little hand tightly, and his face was happy and happy.

This moment is sacred.

The priest nodded solemnly, "Okay, in the name of the Holy Spirit, the Father, and the Son, I declare that the bride and groom are married. Now, the groom can kiss the bride."

under bright light.

Qin Chu slowly lifted An Cen's veil, as if looking at a rare treasure. His expression was as happy as a child's, and a big smile bloomed on the corner of his lips.

An Cen was slightly nervous and looked up at him.

This charming look caused gentle ripples in his heart. He looked down at her, and there was a warm flame burning deep in his heart.

then.

He lowered his head involuntarily, and placed a soft kiss on her sexy red lips.

A light kiss, but with endless affection...

In the palace full of rose petals.

Jiujiu was sitting in the corner looking dazed, she felt emotional, what a romantic and beautiful wedding, so sweet.

At some point, someone sat quietly beside her. The man was wearing a black dress, and his bony hands stretched out to her shoulders. When she realized that something was wrong, the man had already embraced her in his arms, and the faint fragrance of orchids filled the sky. coming.

Inside the magnificent palace.

Jiujiu stared at him, his pupils were as deep as sea water, lazy and almost transparent.

He also stared at Jiujiu, with a coquettish and bright smile on the corner of his lips.

The air seemed to stop flowing, as if frozen in the moment when they looked at each other.

"One hundred years of cultivation can cross the same boat, and one thousand years of cultivation can make us sleep together. Ninety-nine, do you know what this sentence means?" A low voice lingered in my ears.

Jiujiu was overjoyed, smiled and raised his head and asked him, "What do you mean?"

"This is to say that to be a husband and wife, there must be both fate and share. It takes a hundred years to meet by chance, and a thousand years to get married together. It shows how difficult it is for two people to go from meeting to falling in love. Meeting in the vast sea of ​​people, what is important is the word fate , Life is alive, there is existence and death, there are gatherings and parting, the opportunity is all tied to the word fate, it is even more difficult to share the same pillow, the meaning is that fate is not easy, we must work hard to cherish it."

Jiujiu nodded with a vague understanding, "So, what does this mean?"

"This means that since you have slept with me, you should cherish me."

Jiujiu chuckled, "When did I not cherish you?"

"I have been in the United States for so many days, and I haven't called me a single call. Is it still cherished? I think you have almost forgotten me." Lan Zhongwen looked melancholy and resentful.

"No, it's jet lag, I can't sleep every day." Jiujiu explained in a low voice, after thinking for a while, she felt that this was not the crux of the problem, so she raised her head and asked, "By the way, Lan Huaer, when did you come? what?"

"Just now." Lan Zhongwen pampered her into his arms with a gentle smile, "Miss me yet?"

"That's something to think about."

(End of this chapter)