Boss spoils his amnesiac wife

The church bell was struck by a group of happy young people, and the deep and deep sound of the bell seemed to announce that a wonderful wedding was about to begin.

After putting down the gift and signing the name, David was afraid that I might be lost and hugged my waist and walked cautiously into the church, while I was clinging to him like a bird, gently moved the steps of a lady, and walked with him happily all the way.

Mr. Bruno and boy Tommy sat on the bench enjoying their leisure time, but did not come in.

One of them took out his cigar and put it under his nose and sniffed it again and again; the other, wearing a cowboy hat and holding a doll in his arms, stood by in silence.

At this time, I had stepped on the red carpet, followed the path full of flowers, through the flower door of bow shaped flowers, and through the long, brightly lit corridor, and came to the church.

The church is not big, about 300 square meters. It is a big house with dome roof. In the middle of the space, there are 20 black strip seats with back. It seems that 200 people can sit at the same time.

The dome and the surrounding murals are like waterfalls. The pictures are vivid and vivid. One by one they are telling the story of the Bible. Solemn images are hung on the wall opposite.

There are three rows of wooden railings under the statue, and white candles of equal height are lit on the railings. The candlelight flashes and jumps abruptly, reflecting the festive and sacred scene of the wedding, indicating that the holy God of love is coming.

In front of the railings, there is a wooden platform which is high for one person and similar to the teacher's platform.

In front of the platform stood a benevolent priest over 60 years old, wearing a white hat and a white robe, and hanging a cross on his chest. He held the Bible in his hand and was smiling. He was ready.

We were treated as VIPs by the mayor, sitting on the left side of the fourth row.

It's hard to say whether it's nervousness or excitement, or anything else. Along the way, I looked left and right, and I didn't even dare to breathe in the atmosphere. A pair of big eyes were purring around. Everything was fresh and interesting. I was totally immersed in it. Besides grinning, I was still grinning.

With the string quartet playing classical music, people's conversation gradually subsided, and many people began to look forward to it, because the wedding was about to begin.

After a while, a couple of new people, accompanied by their families, filed in.

Three pairs of five-year-old girls and boys with blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in white gowns, walked at the front in pairs.

As they walked, they grabbed a handful of delicate white rose petals from the baskets on their arms and threw them high into the air.

While the fat little girl who pulls the wedding dress behind the bride is "absent without permission". With a pair of fleshy hands, she pulls up the pink princess skirt, picks up the petals on the ground one by one, and then runs to the new couple to show them.

The little girl's father picked her up and kissed her sweetly on her round little face. We watched and laughed and laughed.

The little girl hugged her father's neck and refused to leave. The bridegroom had an idea. He put the wedding ring in the rose petals and held it in her pink palm. Therefore, she stood in front of her to witness the happiness of the new couple.

I'm so happy when the couple hands over their chest and swear to love each other; when they exchange rings, I'm so happy; when the handsome groom hugs the beautiful bride and kisses her, I'm just as excited.

Wow, how happy ~

how happy