After Mr. Pei Marries An Overweight Lady

At the end of the ceremony, the champagne was opened, the salute exploded, the red petals fell like rain, and among the blue sky, white clouds and meadows, the beauty was like a frame of beautiful paintings.

Pei Zhengyang held Xia Qing's hand and cut a one-meter-high fondant cake, ending today's engagement with the true or false blessings of everyone.

The guests were led to the banquet by waiters.

Mr. Pei looked at Xia Qing who was wearing a wedding dress, then looked at the pale grandson in the wheelchair, and sighed, "Since we decided to be together, we can't regret it in the future. Our Pei family doesn't like divorce."

After speaking, he handed the gift to Xia Qing, a pair of jade bracelets.

It was originally intended to be given to Lin Xiaoran. Naturally, the size was not enough, so he had to make do with it. Mr. Pei apologized a little, "It happened suddenly, and Grandpa didn't prepare enough. I'll give you a more beautiful one later."

"Thank you, Grandpa." Xia Qing didn't care, and thanked him softly.

Today's sudden change, not to mention Mr. Pei, she never thought of it as a party.

"Grandpa, where is my gift?" Pei Zhengyang asked half-jokingly when he saw that the old man had finished giving the gift.

"Hmph, no, since the ceremony is over, get me back to the hospital immediately." The old man glared at his grandson angrily, and couldn't help but ask, "When will President Jia be able to get it back, and how will you arrange the operation next? , People with wives and children, have a sense of responsibility, you dare to throw me a bad old man, and see if I don't beat you."

"Grandpa is willing?" Pei Zhengyang asked, with a narrow smile on his beautiful face.

Mr. Pei gave his grandson a fierce look, and snorted arrogantly, "Go back to the hospital."

"Yes, yes, cough..." Pei Zhengyang coughed as he spoke.

The old man's expression tightened. At this time, the Pei family came over. Before he could speak, they saw that Pei Zhengyang was holding his chest and had difficulty breathing, and his face became more and more pale.

Xia Qing quickly went to check Pei Zhengyang's situation, and then gave the man a strange look. Although he didn't know what he was doing, he stepped forward nervously, "Pei Zhengyang, what's the matter with you? What's wrong with you?"

"Ayan, don't scare grandpa, doctor, doctor!!" Mr. Pei whispered sadly, tightly holding Pei Zhengyang's hand.

Qin Wen has already rushed over, checked Pei Zhengyang's situation and ordered, "Quick, send to the hospital."

"The ambulance is ready outside, and I'll send the second young master there." Ah Hai rushed up, pushed Pei Zhengyang out, and Xia Qing supported Mr. Pei to follow.

Pei Hao looked at his father suspiciously, "Dad, what is this monster doing? It's not really impossible, is it?"

Now that this is the case, you still participate in the engagement ceremony, is it impatient to live?

Pei Fengcheng and Pei Shangan didn't say anything. From the information they got, Pei Zhengyang's body was almost helpless. Not to mention that Jia Junkai was not in Jinshi now, even if he came back and operated on him again, he might not be able to turn the tide.

It's just that this nephew has always been tricky, and today's engagement is even more inexplicable, and neither of them dared to make a rash assertion.

Lin Guofu, who had been waiting for the opportunity to ask about the engagement, watched Xia Qing leave with the ambulance and wanted to chase, but was directly invited to the banquet by Song Xiao, who was in charge of entertaining the guests.

The other guests heard the movement and watched the ambulance leave with complicated eyes.

And Pei Fengcheng glanced at his son and scolded lightly, "What are you doing, waiting for your brother to entertain guests."

Pei Hao got the signal, smiled and hurriedly dealt with the guests. He naturally knew what his father meant.

The people who come today are all people with heads and faces, and they are all connections.

I just don't know if the sick seedling can go to the west today?

Editor's notice on the seventh day of the first lunar month PK!

Hahaha, laughing up to the sky, it seems that this year is about to cry while holding the computer!

Good night, alright.