The School Grass Is Too Overbearing, How to Break It

On Friday afternoon, Ji Wenfeng and Lu Rong both took sick leave and went home. Tomorrow is the wedding of Jitong and Fang Qing, and Jitong asks them to go to Boyuelong Lake for rehearsal. Ji Wenfeng and Lu Rong are no longer flower girls, nor have they played other important roles at the wedding. There is no such thing as "invite the children of both parties to speak on stage", but Lu Rong's words are still deeply imprinted on Jitong. 'S mind-let the children participate!

The wedding scene is so complicated, there is always work for the two of them to do.

Jitong is a Virgo, and the rising sign is Scorpio, so Ji Wenfeng and Lu Rong obediently looked for excuses and took a taxi to the Boyue Longhu Hotel after lunch. Lao Song is going to drive the wedding car, so busy, they can only support themselves.

As soon as he arrived at the hotel, Ji Wenfeng said coldly to Lu Rong: "Don't stay with me at the wedding. I don't want others to know our relationship."

Lu Rong said indifferently in his heart twice: "You are just my little slave and don't deserve a name" drama again? You understand.

He took the opportunity to pretend to be aloof and arrogant, and said with his facial expression: The same is true for me.

Ji Wenfeng shook off Lu Rong and walked a few steps, then turned back, frowning and questioning: "If I remember correctly, you didn't say hello to me just now."

Lu Rong: "..."

Lu Rong: "Hello, brother."

Ji Wenfeng: "If you can't form the habit as soon as possible, I won't raise you."

Lu Rong: "..."

Does this man still remember that in the last second, he let himself go away, don't let people know that they are a family? Ji Wenfeng is really the most contradictory creature in the world.

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Boyuelong Lake occupies more than ten hectares, surrounded by mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, simple and avant-garde design, Ji Wenfeng and Lu Rong entered the door effortlessly and went straight to the main venue. Although the wedding will be officially held tomorrow, the moving line is full of wedding photos of Ji Tong and Fang Qing. At the bottom of the photo, "Please go ahead" was written in Chinese, Japanese and English. They took their wedding photos as a signpost and forced everyone to eat dog food.

Not only road signs, other wedding elements have also been arranged. The garden path is wrapped with pink and white ribbons, the street lights are tied with Nordic style bouquets, the lawns passing by have been set up with white chairs, the pastor is standing in the pavilion holding a microphone to rehearse tomorrow's lawn wedding, and there is a medium-scale behind The band is playing the wedding march. The singer is vocalizing, the hotel staff is feeding the pigeons-there is even a cage of peace pigeons behind the band!

Lu Rong asked, "Does Uncle Ji believe in Christ?"

Ji Wenfeng: "He is a programmer. Thaksin believes in the three laws of Asimov."

Lu Rong: "My mother believes in Buddhism."

Lu Rong and Ji Wenfeng: "..."

So what's the matter with this pastor? ! Does Jitong want to experiment with all wedding forms? !

The two rushed to the main wedding venue. As expected, it was Chinese style, not only Chinese style, but also ancient style. Ji Tong and Fang Qing both wore Hanfu and wigs. Under the guidance of the master of ceremonies, they knelt at the forefront, and the couple worshiped.

Ji Wenfeng and Lu Rong sat down silently while looking at the hotel lobby, which was decorated like Hengdian World Studios. At this time, something happened on the stage.

Ji Tong has been yelling, he is pursuing perfection, this is the wedding he has longed for for a long time, which has turned him from a gentle scholar into a tyrant. He wanted to be overwhelmed, constantly overthrowing the ritual process, not satisfied with anything, and finally quarreled with the emcee. He and the emcee had a quarrel, Fang Qing watched for a while, and finally threw the hydrangea out of anger, and ran away in Han Chinese clothes.

Ji Tong: "Lady!" ran behind her.

The bride and groom ran past them one after another. Ji Wenfeng held the wine glass and took a sip: "Is this marriage over?"

Lu Rong: "..."

The emcee, wedding staff and hotel staff gathered in a circle on the stage. After a while, the emcee walked towards Lu Rong and Ji Wenfeng: "Are you the sons of the bride and groom? Mr. Ji said you can help."

Ji Wenfeng and Lu Rong: "..."

Master of ceremonies: "That's right, the bride and groom ran away, but we still need people to rehearse, so that we can grasp the precise pinch points, measure the positions and so on. Can you play the bride and groom? Mr. Ji, he is too tall, except for the young master Ji. No one can play it."

Lu Rong hurriedly said, "My mother is..." You can find other women to act.

Before he could say it, Ji Wenfeng had already clasped his wrist.

Ji Wenfeng smiled kindly: "Okay, he plays the bride."

Lu Rong: "..."

It sounds a little shameful, but in fact it's just walking the stage and completing the rehearsal, which is not a big deal.

Ji Wenfeng interrupted his delusion in the next second: "Rongrong, go to the room and change clothes."

Master of Ceremonies: "...Change clothes? No need. We just want to see a fixed point and a moving position."

Ji Wenfeng: "You have to put on a wedding dress and then put on a bridal makeup, otherwise how can you see the effect? ​​The rehearsal is formal."

MC: "That's what I said." He was sure that this was indeed Ji Tong's son, and his perfectionist tendency was exactly the same as his father.

Ji Wenfeng handed Lu Rong’s hand to the emcee’s hand. Lu Rong’s originally soft hand has now been clenched into a hard fist and drew back frantically: “The bride and groom have some small frictions, and they will be resolved soon. Come back to participate in the rehearsal. If you want to see the effect, they themselves are more suitable."

The master of ceremonies said: "They won't come back for a while. They'd better never come back." Mr. Ji is really annoying, as long as he can never finish this rehearsal.

"Come on, little son." The emcee tilted his head and looked to the locker room.

Lu Rong cast his murderous eyes at Ji Wenfeng, and he now understood why Ji Wenfeng had cooperated so actively. With a smirk at the corner of his mouth, he stared at him maliciously.

Lu Rong is still in the developmental period. His body is between a teenager and a young man. He is slender and slender. He can easily put on Fang Qing's backless wedding dress. Even if he doesn't, the wedding company has other sizes. There are probably more than one hundred in the dressing room. Ji Tong is really well prepared for the wedding dress.

The makeup artist put a wig on him and put on makeup: "Brother, your skin is good, you can't see any pores..."

Lu Rong: "Please draw me as another person."

Makeup artist: "Huh?"

If you want to wear women's clothing, you will completely become another person, and Ji Wenfeng will come up, and he can't just be so obediently.

His height in sneakers is about the same as Fang Qing's in high heels. After putting on battle makeup, the emcee looked at Lu Rong in the mirror: "You can do it, little boy!"

"Yeah..." Lu Rong stabilized the spacer on his chest, made the left and right pieces symmetrical, and calmly walked out of the dressing room.

Ji Wenfeng has changed into formal attire, and stood by the photographer to adjust his camera: "I will take everything as it was in a while." Hearing the commotion behind him, he turned around and faced Lu Rong, who was in women's clothing. .

Ji Wenfeng's pupils are slightly open.

He originally wanted to tease Lu Rong, if he could get Lu Rong's embarrassed women's dress photos, he would definitely move forward in the future. But now things seem to have gone against his wish. He, a little slave, is really not bad to dress up as a beautiful woman.

Lu Rong carried his skirt and walked up to him, and asked provocatively, "What's the matter, dear? Why do you look unhappy?"

Ji Wenfeng is not a person who concedes defeat easily. He straightened his back and propped his elbow calmly.

Lu Rong: "..."

Ji Wenfeng looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and repeated each word: "Dear?"

Lu Rong had to take his arm.

The emcee was very satisfied with the couple: "Now we go to the lawn and go through the western wedding process."

Lu Rong: "Go outside?!"

Ji Wenfeng grumbled contentedly, and whispered in Lu Rong's ear: "Record all of them."

Lu Rong: "..."