Hello, Mr. School Prince

"Wife, I'm going to grab the bouquet." Fang Jiming pushed Wang Jiaohua's hand forward, trying to push her out.

Wang Jiaohua squinted at him, "It was robbed by an unmarried woman. I'm a married person to join in the fun."

She has received all the certificates, and she is no longer qualified to grab the bouquet.

Suddenly looked at Fang Jiming with a bit of resentment. If he hadn't dragged her to provoke her, she could still grab it now.

Fang Jiming chuckled, "We haven't had the wedding yet. Go grab it. If we grab it, we will have the wedding."

"Don't go." There were so many reporters on the scene, almost the whole broadcast, when fans saw her as a married person grabbing bouquets, her face was gone.

"Yaya, don't you go and join in the fun." Tang Fengyang lowered his head and looked at the woman beside him tenderly.

For some reason, he is always unable to cultivate the love of men and women for Bu Zhiya.

He is now quite sure that Ling Weifeng has returned to the role of his sister in his heart.

It stands to reason that after so many years, he should be able to like Shangbu Zhiya, but why is there no waves in his heart.

He admired Bu Zhiya very much. She is a real famous daughter and the perfect lover in all men's fantasy.

But he always felt that Bu Zhiya was more suitable for him to be a confidant than a wife.

Bu Zhiya smiled lightly and shook her head, "No, let them grab it."

"You go grab one too, in case you get lucky."

As he said, he pushed Shibu Zhiya's hand to let her walk over.

Bu Zhiya was a little shy, and the smile on her face was a little shy. She was still hesitating whether to go there, so she was concerned about Yu La and stood beside her.

Tang Fengyang retracted his gaze and saw Zhongqing standing in the corner behind him.

She always seems to be out of the crowd, incompatible with the excitement here.

To be honest, he never looked through to love.

As if he couldn't see through, why a person who wandered everywhere in the wind and rain would stay by his side as a bodyguard for six years.

I can't understand why he feels an inexplicable sense of guilt when facing love.

Ling Weifeng sent an invitation to Zhong Qing alone, but Zhong Qing came by his bodyguard, quietly standing by and not participating in any activities.

Tang Fengyang frowned and walked over, "Why don't you grab the bouquet? This is your good sister's wedding."

There is no change in the expression of love, and it is still cold.

For more than six years and nearly seven years, Tang Fengyang saw this expression on her face.

She seems to have no human emotions, no laughs, no crying, no joy or pain.

Is it true of all female killers?

Cold hearted.

Love refused to go, Tang Fengyang did not force anymore, no one could force what this woman didn't want to do.

He didn't leave either. After all, he was Ling Weifeng's good sister. He could not leave his love here alone.

In front of the gate, Ling Weifeng turned her back, everyone counted down to three and two, and then she raised her hand and the bridal bouquet in her hand was thrown out.

Everyone exclaimed, they all raised their heads to see which direction the flowers fell, so they could rush to grab them.

Blessed is whoever grabs the bouquet of the first young lady in China.

However, to their disappointment, the bouquet did not fall into the crowd, but fell straight to the place where Wang Jiaohua was.

Wang Jiaohua raised her hand reflexively, and grabbed a full.

She was a little dazed, didn't she.

So lucky?