Pick up a monster and carry it home

Chapter 489 Finale 10
The bright red auspicious clothes and the fiery red hijab.

Such a dazzling yet festive color.

Tan Qi stood at the door, watching her walk out with the help of Aunt Zhao.

Shen Shuyao knew that he was standing there and had been standing there.

She didn't stop or turn around.

She knew that Tan Qi was waiting for a word from her, but she couldn't give it, and she couldn't give it all.

She can't be selfish enough to accept Tan Qi's feelings with peace of mind, it's not fair to him.

She might be able to marry someone else, and occasionally miss the days of dreaming.

But if she accepts Tan Qi, she will never be able to forgive herself in her whole life.

The lobby of the Juanyun Building was changed into a place of worship.

Guan Chenyan acted as the woman's parent temporarily,

As for the man, it is said that he is the elder brother of the groom.

A middle-aged man who makes people feel like he can only crawl on the ground when they see his clothes, and dare not look up.

Shipu Street was boiling, and everyone was talking about how the tree demon was so lucky to marry such a fairy husband.

Aunt Zhao helped Shen Shuyao walk towards the lobby step by step.

She looked at Shen Shuyao and said, "Girl, your Xiangzheng is waiting for you not far away."

Shen Shuyao didn't know why, every time she took a step closer, she felt a sharp pain in her left chest.

She thought that she would go to Uncle Tang for some medicine tomorrow.

Vaguely, it seems to smell, a touch of sweet-scented osmanthus.

She hid herself and cast a wry smile, really, she can still think of him at this moment.

The groom took one end of the red silk from the bride's hand.

The middle-aged handsome uncle who once came to give the bride price changed his career and became the wedding master of ceremonies.

He waved his hand to signal for everyone to be quiet, gave an eloquent opening speech, and then entered the main truncation of the wedding - worshiping heaven and earth.

"A worship of heaven and earth..."

……

"Second worship high hall..."

……

"couple……"

Shen Shuyao only felt that the pain in her chest was getting worse, the scent of osmanthus flowers on her nose was getting stronger and stronger, and the voice of the master of ceremonies was getting more and more indistinct.

His body was getting weaker and weaker, and he wanted to fall down.

Dazed, it seemed as if a pair of strong hands were embracing her slipping body.

……

[It’s not over yet, tomorrow, tomorrow will be over]

(End of this chapter)