Always getting over you

"I'm not young. I'm eighteen years old!"

Beibei stepped forward, plucked up the courage to straighten out his chest, "you see, I really grow up."

Nangong Leshan can't help but look at her chest.

She did grow up a lot there, looking small and exquisite, and she also had the radian and delicacy that women should have.

But he only regarded her as a child and a sister.

He did not take back the temperature of sight, "you are still young, do not know what is like, when you grow up a little bit will know."

Beibei said anxiously, "I know what to like, I like you very much, I just like you!"

"You see, you're a child when you hear that." He patted her on the shoulder and tried to say softly, "you'll see later that you only like my sister for my brother."

"I'm not..."

"All right." Nangong Leshan interrupted her words. Over the years, he was used to indifference and always spoke indifferently, "no matter what you like about me, you and I are impossible. Today is my wedding with cold heart. You should bless us

Beibei was sad to cry out, "I don't want to bless you, I hate her, she took you away from me, I hate her..."

Nangong Leshan frowned, "Beibei, don't say that! Cold heart didn't rob you of anything. "

Beibei cried, "she has! She used me to get close to you, and she took you away from me

The more she talks, the more she goes too far. Nangong Leshan also loses her patience.

"If you keep making such a fuss, don't go to the wedding in a moment."

As he was about to leave, Beibei suddenly hugged his body from behind.

"Brother, I really like you. Don't you want to marry her?"

Nangong Leshan grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her away, but he didn't pull it off at once.

The girl held him tight, her soft body was close to his strong back, and his breath could smell the delicate fragrance of the girl on her body.

Nangong Leshan was irritable and pulled her apart again. Then she strode away without looking back.

Only left the girl crying in situ.

……

The wedding will begin soon.

All the guests are seated.

Nangong Leshan stood at the end of the red carpet, waiting for the bride to arrive.

He is tall and straight, 186cm tall, handsome with a little cold features, which makes him look particularly attractive.

Coupled with his noble status, people look at him with all kinds of envy.

All the people present were curious about which girl was so lucky to marry him.

At the other end of the red carpet, the bride took her father's arm and walked slowly towards him.

The guests turned their heads and couldn't help but wonder.

The bride is very beautiful. Although she is not a peerless beauty, she has a gentle and elegant temperament, which makes people feel very comfortable.

The two of them looked very well matched. They were like golden girls.

Nangong Leshan looks at her with a smile, and the bride looks at him with a smile.

The two of them seemed to have only one another in their eyes.

Beibei, sitting in the second row, was stabbed by his heart.

Sitting next to her is her mother, Nangong Wan.

Nangong Wan sighed in a low voice, "I thought you would marry him in the future. I didn't expect that you two would not be predestined after all..."

Beibei felt even worse after hearing this.

When the bride approaches, Nangong Leshan reaches out and catches her little hand.