The Shadowy Wedding Day with the President

The place where Xue Yun works is a coffee shop, which also serves a variety of working meals.

The owner of the cafe is good, my colleagues are good, and I am close to home. She is very happy to work every day.

At noon, when the cafe was busy, she was originally a chef, and she ran to the front hall to give a meal.

Busy, she did not notice that a car was parked opposite the cafe, and the people in the car were watching her.

“Would you like to go down and talk?” Bo Junyan said.

"No need." Mu Huan shook his head, and there was nothing to say when he met him. It would be nice to see her.

Since she can't be regarded as already dead, torture her is torment herself, then let her go, let her live a good life, so that even if she does not meet, knowing that she has done well, she will no longer think about it.

Bo Junyan reached out and took her to her arms.

If you can, who does not want to have a parent who loves her, parents are well.

"Let's go." Mu Huan looked out the window.

"Yeah." Bo Junyan let the driver drive.

When the car slowly drove away, Xue Yun seemed to feel the same thing, looking out the window, but she did not see anything.

Mu Hua saw her face. In the sun, she looked much better than she had seen before. The eyebrows were also comfortable.

Mu Huan smiled and laughed back.

Then buried his head in the arms of Bo Junyan.

"Husband, I love you very much."

Bo Junyan lowered her head and kissed her head. "I love you too."

Because he has a wife who loves to express his feelings, now he does not feel that such a thing is numb, can not be said.

Mu Huan heard the words and hugged him, and he came and went in his arms. "Hus, I am so happy, I really love, love, love you!"

She loves to feel that she has to float.

Happiness is a bubble every day!

The color of Bo Junyan’s ochre changed, "Don’t just say it, let’s be practical."

Mu Huan, "...!!!"

Such a touching atmosphere! He has to kill the scenery!

Say good after a while to rest for a while, do nothing, just like Li Meng, they are like firewood, sleep every day to the sun.

He can do it well, only one word is done!

She opened her mouth and bit him.

"Give, the actual action you want!"

The color of Bo Junyan is even more faint, "I like it."

Mu Huan, "..."

Thin home...

"Xiaohuan, you are back, come on, take a look, I have chosen these days, you like that." Meng Yueman saw them coming back and stood up immediately.

"What day is the mother's choice, Mom likes that."

"The words are good, Mom likes to listen, but the days still have to be decided by you, this is your wedding!" Meng Yueman asked him to look at the days above the paper.

Thin Jun Yan directly gave Mu Huan, let her choose.

"The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is a good day." Mu Huan said that she likes the number eight.

"This is a good day for a small election! This is my favorite day!" Meng Yueman also likes this day.

"That's the day." Boding decided to make a decision.

"Xiaohuan does not want a domestic wedding to be a Chinese wedding. The location of the wedding is set in our hometown." The old house of Bojia is a very traditional ancient courtyard. After the restoration, it is beautiful.

"Can be!" Mu Huan nodded again and again, she only went to the old house once, but only once, let her like the place, especially good.