Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Fei had to remind Yan Jiang: "Stop crying. If you cry again, you will miss the ceremony time."

At the age of seventeen, he first discovered that he fell in love with his neighbor's sister next door. Yan Jiang fantasized about marrying Song Fei as his wife in the future. Yan Jiang has been waiting for 11 years.

After finally looking forward to the wedding day, Yan Jiang must not mess it up!

Quickly wiping away his tears, Yan Jiang raised his head and took a deep breath, regained his composure, and found that he was holding roses and knelt down on one knee in front of Song Fei. "Song Fei, please marry me."

Song Fei lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang, who had just cried, still had two lines of tears hanging in his eyes.

In this world, the only man in the world who would cry so much for her without caring about his image is Yan Jiang. Song Fei held the bouquet in Yan Jiang's hand and said, "I am willing to marry you."

The audience burst into applause.

Song Fei took Yan Jiang's hand and pulled him up. The two held hands and walked towards the wedding ceremony stage.

Neither Yan Jiang nor Song Fei were religious and had no faith. Their wedding ceremony was not presided over by a priest. The one who witnessed their marriage was Song Fei's old master Hanshen.

Mr. Fu was wearing a handsome white suit today and was clean shaven. When he went out in the morning, Shen Zhiyi also put some cream on his face, saying that it made his skin look more delicate.

Mr. Fu, who had applied facial cream, stood on the stage and looked like a great boss. Fu Hanshen was very nervous when he presided over a wedding for the first time. He read out the contents of the wedding oath, fearing that he would read it wrong, so he was very slow.

"Mr. Yan Jiang, are you willing to marry Song Fei, be her husband, and stay with her through thick and thin for the rest of your life?"

Yan Jiang: "I do."

Fu Hanshen asked Song Fei again: "Ms. Song Fei, are you willing to marry Mr. Yan Jiang as your wife and spend the rest of your life with him, never leaving?"

Yan Jiang was afraid that Song Fei would regret it temporarily like in the TV series, so he opened his mouth and said "I don't want to". But Song Fei didn't hesitate at all and responded in a deep voice: "I do."

"good!"

When Fu Hanshen was done, he closed the oath book and announced loudly: "I declare that the groom Yan Jiang and the bride Song Fei have officially become husband and wife. Now, you can kiss."

Yan Jiang pulled Song Fei into his arms, lowered his head, grabbed Song Fei's lips, and kissed her deeply.

Seeing Yan Jiang and Song Fei kissing each other so hard, the people in the audience whistled wildly, especially the friends Yan Jiang had made in the entertainment industry, who were crying and howling with excitement.

Han Junjun, a young boy with an up-and-coming personality who had never even been in love, couldn't help but blush when he saw this hot scene on the stage.

He lowered his head silently, and when others were not paying attention, he quietly raised his head to take a peek. Han Wangwang noticed his brother's cowardice and couldn't help but hold his head down, "Don't look at it, what are you looking at, kid!"

"Sister!" Han Junjun was unconvinced, knocked Han Wangwang's hand off, and rolled his eyes at her, "I'm an adult, I'm already twenty, there's nothing I can't see!"

Han Wangwang pinched Han Junjun's cheek and said, "You will be my little brat brother until you are thirty."

The two siblings were having a good time when a female voice suddenly interrupted, "Wangwang, is there anyone in the seat next to you?"

As soon as they heard Jiang Bi's voice, the siblings stood still at the same time, as if the pause button had been pressed.

When Han Wangwang raised his head and saw Jiang Bi's smiling face, he thought of the scene of secretly kissing Jiang Bi in the toilet, and his cheeks couldn't help but get hot.

When Han Junjun saw the beautiful sister standing behind his sister, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

What a cool sister!

Jiang Bi's long straight black hair was draped lazily behind her shoulders, and her camel coat made her 1.83 meter tall look as aura as a supermodel.

Jiang Bi is good-looking, her appearance is indistinguishable from male to female, and she has an inexplicable fatal attraction about her. A young chicken like Han Junjun simply couldn't resist Jiang Bi's temptation.

Han Junjun secretly pulled Han Wangwang's sleeve, "Sister, sister, is this your friend?" Her sister's friend is so good-looking!

Han Junjun often sees Jiang Bi in his sister's circle of friends, but he knows that girls love P-pictures and does not believe that Jiang Bi is as beautiful as in the photos.

After meeting the real person, Han Junjun completely appreciated Jiang Bi's charm, and realized that there really was someone who looked even more perfect than the refined pictures!

Oops!

The heartbeat speeds up, which is the feeling of heartbeat.

Jiang Bi raised her hand and put it on Han Wangwang's shoulder, and asked again: "Wangwang, huh? Is anyone there?"

That sound was very similar to the sound Jiang Bi made when he gasped in Han Wangwang's ear. Han Wangwang was very excited. She shook her head vigorously and said, "There is no one around, so you can sit down."

After Jiang Bi sat down, her restless hand moved away from Han Wangwang's shoulder. Picking up the red wine on the table, Jiang Bi poured some wine for Han Wangwang.

"Try it?" Passing the red wine to Han Wangwang, Jiang Bi put her lips close to Han Wangwang's ear and deliberately lowered her voice and said to her: "I think the color of this red wine is not as pure as your lipstick."

Han Wangwang's face turned red and he felt goosebumps all over his body.

Why is she so seductive!

Han Junjun took a sip of champagne and secretly glanced at Jiang Bi, who was chatting quietly with his sister. He was thinking that he would have to find an excuse later to ask his sister for Miss Jiang Bi's WeChat ID.

"Sister, is this your friend?" Han Junjun struggled to find his sense of existence.

Jiang Bi looked at Han Junjun, curious about how Han Wangwang would answer.

Han Wangwang lowered his head, knowing that Jiang Bi was staring at him. Her heartbeat was slightly faster and her ears were red.

"Sister, won't you introduce me to me?" Han Junjun urged again, he couldn't wait to get to know Jiang Bi, and it would be best if he could shake hands.

Han Wangwang then explained: "This is my best friend, Jiang Bi."

"Oh, it turns out to be Miss Jiang Bi." Han Junjun stretched out his hand in front of Han Wangwang and smiled slightly, revealing the charming charm of the campus male god.

"Hello, Miss Jiang Bi, I am Han Junjun."

I don't know why Jiang Bi's expression looks like a smile but not a smile.

Looking at Han Junjun's probing hand, Jiang Bi hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and touched Han Junjun.

Damn it!

The young lady's palms were hot, and she looked like a girl with a cold face and a warm heart.

After letting go, Jiang Bi saw Han Wangwang finish the red wine in one gulp, so he gave her some more.

When Han Wangwang picked up the goblet and prepared to drink, Jiang Bi glanced at Han Wangwang's sinfully rolling neck and suddenly leaned over and touched Han Wangwang's earlobe.

Han Wangwang felt numb all over his body as if he had been shocked by electricity.

"You" Han Wangwang squeezed the cup in his hand. "With so many people, aren't you afraid that they will find out?" It's really exciting. Falling in love with Jiang Bi, every time you get close is challenging the limit.

Jiang Bi smiled and said, "Best friend?"

Han Wangwang's ears twitched.

Under the table, Jiang Bi's hand secretly pressed Han Wangwang's thigh and squeezed it hard. He added: "You have quite a few best friends, do you and your best friends all kiss? The kind that kiss you until you can't stand?"

Han Wangwang roared crazily in his heart: Mom, Jiang Bi looks so cold, why does he think so dirty and speak so bad?

Han Wangwang couldn't resist Jiang Bi's moves, so she closed her eyes, and while Han Junjun turned his head to talk to the person next to him, he whispered: "You are my partner."

After getting an answer he was satisfied with, Jiang Bi gave up.

Song Ci sat next to Han Zhan, and people from all over Han Zhan were looking for reasons to say a few words to him, so as to soak up the purple aura of Wang Dongcheng's richest man.

As for Song Ci, her eyes passed through the crowd and landed on Han Wangwang and Jiang Bi who were openly flirting at the banquet table diagonally opposite.

Hey, the world is really in decline, and young lovers are so rampant.

When the banquet started, Jiang Bi's stepmother came over and called Jiang Bi back to her table. After Jiang Bi left, Han Junjun leaned next to his sister's head and said to her: "Sister, how old is Miss Jiang Bi?"

The redness on Han Wangwang's ears has not dissipated yet, and he looks rosy and cute. Hearing her brother's question, she replied puzzledly: "23."

"Ah, three years older than me." Three years older is better. The female junior is holding a gold brick!

"Why are you asking?" Han Wangwang looked at Han Junjun suspiciously. Seeing that Han Junjun's eyes kept rolling and he was obviously making up his mind, she said, "What do you want to do?"

Han Junjun chuckled and said softly: "Didn't you ask me before what type of girl I like?"

Han Wangwang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Han Junjun said: "I like young ladies who look very royal, mature, intellectual and aloof, like Miss Jiang Bi." Miss Jiang Bi is simply the other half tailor-made for him by God.

Han Wangwang's smile stiffened.

"No." Han Wangwang rejected it on the spot without even thinking about it.

Han Junjun felt strange, "Why not? Sister, do you think there is a big age difference between us?"

Han Wangwang felt speechless.

"That's not it." Han Wangwang took a sip of red wine and said without conscience: "Jiang Bi, she" Han Wangwang glanced at Jiang Bi secretly, and Jiang Bi happened to be paying attention to her all the time.

The two looked at each other, a little ambiguous.

Han Wangwang quickly looked away and said seriously: "Jiang Bi has a partner. I heard that they are engaged and will get married in the future. Little guy, please change your goals."

"Ah?" Han Junjun's heart was seriously injured. He asked reluctantly: "Who is her fiancé?"

The fiancé doesn’t have it, but the fiancée can have it.

Han Wangwang blinked his eyes and said nonsensically: "A young brother from abroad, with a good family background and good looks."

Han Junjun was like a deflated rubber ball. He picked up his chopsticks and poked at an exquisitely shaped bun in the bowl. He was so angry that he pouted his mouth so high that it could hold a bottle of oil.

Song Fei quickly changed her clothes and returned to the banquet living room. She wore a burgundy Hualuo cheongsam, with natural pearl buttons wrapping around her slender neck. Handmade lace was the only embellishment on the cheongsam.

The side-slit skirt exposed her slender legs. Song Fei's long hair was down, and her appearance became more delicate and compact, with a cool and noble beauty.

Together with Yan Jiang, she walked hand in hand to each table, toasted with the guests, and accepted their congratulations.

Yan Jiang and Song Fei toasted in the order of first toasting the woman's family members, and then toasting the men's family members. Han Zhan, Song Ci, and his brother Cecilio sat at the same table, and they were considered the bride Song Fei's maternal elders.

Yan Jiang has a good drinking capacity, and those who work in the entertainment industry treat wine as water. But Song Fei's drinking capacity is average. She was only fourteen years old before she fell asleep. After falling asleep, her body needs to be taken care of carefully, and she rarely touches alcohol and other things.

Song Fei always drinks tea instead of wine.

The couple stood together, both holding wine glasses, looking like a beautiful couple.

"Brother." For the sake of the equipment, Song Fei called Cecilio very proudly.

Cecilio obviously enjoyed the sound of brother. He hummed and stood up with the drink in hand.

"Brother, thank you for coming." I can come with the dowry you gave me. Song Fei: "Yan Jiang and I would like to toast you."

Yan Jiang: "Brother, I respect you."

Cecilio drank the glass of wine.

Song Fei and Yan Jiang had another glass of wine with Song Ci and the others. Yan Jiang couldn't help feeling a little emotional when he thought about the past three years ago when he and Song Ci boldly stole Song Fei out of the nursing home.

Yan Jiang clinked glasses with Song Ci and said, "In those years, only you and I could understand the expectations." Only he and Song Ci were looking forward to Song Fei waking up day by day.

What Song Ci was thinking about was that in the previous life, Yan Jiang got himself drunk, and he sat on the ground without any image, playing with the photo of the pendant, crying and telling her that he would never be able to marry the person he wanted to marry in this life. The picture comes.

Today, Yan Jiang looked handsome in a black suit, and the groom's gift on his chest was red and festive.

Song Ci's eyes gradually turned red. She raised her wine glass and sincerely wished Song Fei and Yan Jiang: "You have a long life. May you walk slower and laugh more. I wish you happiness."

Song Ci drank the glass of red wine.

"Thanks."

Yan Jiang and Song Fei went to Yan Rufeng's table.

After Song Ci sat down, tears finally fell.

Han Zhan silently handed over a handkerchief. Song Ci held it and lowered her head to wipe her tears. Han Zhan's mellow and melodious voice said from the side: "It's a very happy day, why are you crying."

"I'm just so happy."

Song Ci hasn't been so happy for a long time.

Han Zhan can understand Song Ci's mood, especially after learning about Song Ci's previous life. Holding Song Ci's hand, he placed it on his thigh and gave it a few hammer blows. Han Zhan said, "Ci Bao, you have earned it in this life. You must live happily every day."

"Um."

Cecilio stared at the sticky Song Ci and Han Zhan, curled his lips in disdain, and thought to himself: How disgusting! You have to hold hands while having a meal.

My eyes are going to be blinded.

Cecilio casually tilted his head and saw Cheng Yanmo.

Um?

When did he come?

Cheng Yanmo would come to attend Song Fei's wedding, and when Su Huanyan was thinking of Huanyan, Cecilio saw Su Huanyan.

Su Huanyan wore a champagne-colored cheongsam with small cap sleeves. Hand-push embroidery and gold plate embroidery were woven on the silk cheongsam to create a flower-like cheongsam, which was grand and elegant.

Her long hair was pulled up, and she wore a pair of pale pink jade earrings. She was gentle and elegant, just like the small stream flowing through the small town in the south of the Yangtze River. On a sunny day after a rain, the mist rises that cannot be dissolved.

When Cecilio met Su Huanyan, she was a freshman in college. She had just entered Rome and was as young as a grass. At that time, she was in a rebellious grade, wearing jeans and short shirts showing off her waist, releasing her vitality all the time.

Cecilio was attracted by the endless vitality in her body. In just a few years, the wild little rose learned to be low-key and restrained, and she portrayed herself as the lily in the deep mountains and valleys.

Cecilio missed Su Huanyan's narrow and soft waist under her cheongsam.

One of his big palms could cover that waist.

He remembered how Su Huanyan's whole body trembled when his lips brushed across that skin.

He still clearly remembered every bit of their time together, but she fell laughing on the shoulder of the person next to her. Su Huanyan didn't know what joke she had heard, and she fell happily on Cheng Yanmo's shoulders.

As for Cheng Yanmo, he supported Su Huanyan's upper body considerately and put his arm around her.

Noticing Cecilio's gaze, Zhong Buhui, who was sitting next to him and didn't know the whole story, said, "Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng seem to be very affectionate."

Zhong Buhui and his son Zhong Yi rushed back to Wangdong City to attend Song Fei's wedding. He was unaware of the marriage between Cecilio and Su Huanyan.

In Zhong Buhui's opinion, it was just a compliment, but it was a dagger stabbing Cecilio's heart.

Cecilio glanced at Zhong Buhui lightly, and originally wanted to say: If your eyes are not good, don't use them.

But considering that Zhong Buhui was Song Ci's relative, he held back forcefully.

And another one, Arang, who was watching the excitement without taking it too seriously, looked at me Cecilio with great interest after hearing Zhong Buhui's compliments.

Seeing Cecilio's expression of pain, Agen peeled off a chicken foot and threw it into his mouth. He took a few bites of the chicken feet, then took off his disposable gloves and said to Zhong Buhui, "Uncle, you can't say this."

Zhong Buhui looked at Ah Rang and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Arang glanced at Cheng Yanmo and his wife, and said in an undisguised voice: "That Mrs. Cheng used to be my eldest brother's first love."

Cecilio gave Agen a cold look, "Shut up if you can't speak!" Cecilio picked up a chicken foot from his bowl and threw it towards Agen.

Arang opened his mouth and caught the chicken claw with his teeth. After successfully throwing a depth charge, he put on his gloves again and continued to eat chicken feet.

Han Zhan and Arang were sitting next to each other. He noticed that the expressions of everyone at the table were a little subtle, so he kicked Arang and said, "Say less."

Arang turned around and accused him: "You kicked my lame leg!"

Han Zhan: "."

"You have been lame for more than 20 years, and it still hurts?"

Ah Rang kicked Han Zhan in the leg, still using the lame leg. Seeing Han Zhan frowning, Ah Rang mocked him, "Look, your legs are hurting even before they're lame."

Hearing the argument between the two brothers and fearing that they would start a fight on the spot, Song Ci hurriedly said, "Can we stop arguing? Today is Song Fei's wedding, so don't mess it up."

Arang rolled his eyes at Song Ci, "You are the only one who is sensible."

Song Ci: "."

"Be polite to your sister-in-law." Han Zhan warned Arang again.

Arang wanted to stimulate them a few words, but when he looked up and saw Song Ci's aggrieved eyes, he was as speechless as a mute who had eaten coptis.

"Okay, okay, I'll eat chicken feet."

Only then did Arang stop.

And after Zhong Buhui learned about the true relationship between Cecilio and Su Huanyan, it was as embarrassing as possible. It could be said that he couldn't sit still.

Zhong Buhui wanted to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere, but saw Cecilio suddenly stand up.

He is tall and tall, and every step is long.

That formation looked like he was going to beat someone up.

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