So You Have Loved Me Too

This is enough to be able to lie down the gun!

Who the **** is that brat? Are you looking for a fight?

On the stage, the master of ceremonies held the microphone and spoke old-fashioned lines in a humorous and deep tone.

What I did in the audience were familiar faces.

Finally waiting for this day, she was wearing a wedding dress, standing next to the young man who was arrogant to her.

She didn't know how many times she had dreamed of this picture. He was holding crystal shoes, driving a pumpkin cart, or riding a white horse.

"Mr. Ji Chicheng, you are willing to be rich, poor, healthy or sick..."

"You are very long-winded."

Ji Chicheng suddenly interrupted his wanton speech and looked at him impatiently.

Ji Anning: "..."

The corners of everyone in the audience were twitching.

The emcee of ceremonies abruptly hit Ji Chicheng's disgust with the word "du" and got stuck in his mouth. He didn't know how to alleviate the embarrassment, so he immediately turned his attention to Ji Anning.

"Miss Ji Anning, bride, would you like to..."

In this society, everything is innovating. Can't the lines of this kind of wedding follow the innovation?

Don't you want to stand here together?

Pedigree and old! ! !

He did not interrupt the wanton questioning of Ji Anning this time. After the wanton question was finished, Ji Anning opened his mouth excitedly, and suddenly a young voice behind him rushed in front of her, "Unwilling."

Everyone looked at the owner of the voice.

They raised their chins and pursed their small mouths, looking at Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng on the stage.

Char, who was sitting next to her, lowered his head and asked her in confusion, "One after another, Daddy and Mommy get married, why don't you want to?"

"Daddy said he would marry one after another, Daddy deceived." They said with a cold snort, hands on hips, full of momentum.

When everyone heard the words, they couldn't help laughing.

Ji Anning leaned into Ji Chicheng's ear and said in a cold tone: "Ji Chicheng, your heart is not small, niece and grand niece."

Ji Chicheng stared at him expressionlessly, "I don't mind arguing with you here."

Obviously there was no ups and downs in a calm tone, but Ji Anning trembled all over, and immediately closed her mouth. Then she looked at them again, smiled and waved at her, "Come here one after another."

The atmosphere fell into low ebb for a short time. The emcee watched Ji Anninghuan come to the stage one after another. His brain flashed, and he took the microphone and said to the stage: "Then we invite the bridegroom and the bride’s family to come on stage together. Let’s have a few words with you, by the way. A family portrait."

As he said, he was the first to look at Ji Mingyue who was sitting in the first row. No one in the fourth lady of the Ji family does not know him, "Please."

The audience applauded like thunder.

With Wu Qingsong's support, Ji Mingyue stepped onto the stage.

Lin Yanqin and Ji Ruoqian also followed on stage, with smiles on their faces, no matter what, they were a family outside.

This is the most successful thing the father has done in family management.

When they got on stage, the emcee first took a microphone and handed it to Ji Mingyue, ready to let Ji Mingyue speak. Ji Anning suddenly interrupted him, "Wait a minute."

Ji Chicheng knew what she was going to do and wanted to stop it, but it was too late. Ji Anning walked down the stage with the skirt in both hands, walked in front of Char, and took Char's arm with one hand to pull him up.

Of course Char wanted to go up, but he was afraid that Ji Chicheng would be unhappy, so he looked at Ji Chicheng.

Ji Chicheng's chin was raised slightly, his arrogant and invincible appearance, and his expression of no opposition gave Char confidence.