Yaoyaoguiyu

Chapter 119

Poppy suddenly remembered that once in college, a director came to the school to cast a role.That day, Lu Yao bought her breakfast, and after she ate while standing in the ice and snow, her lipstick almost disappeared.

Lu Yao also carefully put on lipstick for her like now.

At that time, they hid under the quilt and stayed up late to watch dramas together. When they saw sad scenes, the three of them handed tissues to each other, and laughed at each other for being hypocritical after crying.

Waking up too late the next morning, the three of them rushed to the classroom in a panic.

At that time, they were still worried and confused about their future, and they would cry and cry because of love, and they could not sleep all night.

At that time, they would also go out to KTV to sing songs all night.

A few years have passed, and the girls who used to laugh and cry together have all reached the age of marriage in a blink of an eye.

Cheng Xiaoyi patted Yu Meiren on the shoulder, and repeatedly told her to take a deep breath and not be nervous.

Yu Meiren sniffed, held Lu Yao with one hand, and Cheng Xiaoyi with the other, and said with emotion: "It's my luck to meet you."

Lu Yao and Cheng Xiaoyi rolled their eyes tacitly, and at the same time made fun of her: "Meeting you, we will be unlucky for eight lifetimes!"

Sure enough, this kind of sensational plot is not suitable for them.

Poppy curled her lips, let go of their hands, and reached out to them in anger: "Where's the gift money of 9999 yuan for my old lady?"

Lu Yao: "There is no 9999, only an egg."

Cheng Xiaoyi also followed the rhythm: "There is no 9999, only a hammer."

Yu Meiren pinched her waist and said arrogantly, "Okay, this is the end of the sisterhood!"

The three laughed.

Even though we don't see each other often, and we don't have time to keep in touch, but when we meet again, it's still the same as before. There is no alienation, but we feel closer.

The wedding was a Western-style wedding. Poppy wore a beautiful wedding dress and walked towards the man she loved so much in the center of the stage, holding her father's arm.

From today onwards, she is married as a wife.

Zhou Lengqing, in a suit and leather shoes, stood beside the master of ceremonies and waited for his bride.

From today, he is a husband.

Seeing her walking towards the light with a smiling face, Zhou Lengqing suddenly remembered the scene of her confessing to herself in the school studio one evening that year.

That evening, she knocked on the door of the studio, shyly but boldly leaned into his ear and said: Teacher Zhou, I like you, would you like to date me?
At that time, he really had no idea about her.Later, I really started to care about it, probably because I saw another male classmate put clothes on her. At that time, he was so jealous that he was going crazy.

Zhou Lengqing came back to his senses, Yu Meiren was getting closer and closer to him.

He suddenly remembered that when they were together again, she wrote their two names on a piece of paper, nestled in his arms and said coquettishly: Teacher Zhou, look, our names match so well, we are a match made in heaven!
He likes to hear her call himself Mr. Zhou, especially when she has sex with her.

Zhou Lengqing's thoughts drifted back, and he reached out to her, holding her fingertips tightly and bringing her to his side.

The eyes of the guests in the audience were all focused on the couple on the stage. No one knew that the man holding the rose on the wooden chair in the hotel garden quietly blushed.

Sitting on the wooden chair, Wang Hengyuan could vaguely hear the voice of the master of ceremonies in the hotel speaking into the microphone: "Are you willing to marry Poppy, love her, be loyal to her, no matter rich or poor, young or old, you will always look like her Let's stay together for a long time..."

The sun is shining, the clouds and the wind are hand in hand.

It's autumn, and the yellow leaves are falling with the wind, covering the ground.

With a half-burned cigarette held between his fingertips, he shook the ash, closed his eyes lightly, and when he opened them, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of the wedding, only Qiufeng heard his bitter voice:
"I am willing."

(End of this chapter)