"Oh my god, husband, look, that girl is so beautiful." Seeing Mu Jiaren's appearance, the bride-to-be exclaimed. The bride expressed her envy without hesitation, and excitedly grabbed the hand of her husband next to her and said .

Without waiting for the groom to comment, the bride-to-be immediately changed her mind, turned around and walked to the dressing room with a long skirt that dragged the floor.

The groom-to-be shouted anxiously from behind: "Where are you going, daughter-in-law? The filming will start soon."

"I want the makeup artist to do that girl's hairstyle for me. As I said just now, this kind of hairstyle doesn't look good, so you don't have the idea to say it looks good. Let the photographer wait!"

The groom shook his head helplessly, "da da da" the groom trotted after the bride.

Quan Xiao walked up to Mu Jiaren, leaned over and lowered his head, and put his thin lips close to Mu Jiaren's ear. Mu Jiaren felt a little uncomfortable from the heat, and then heard Quan Xiao's low whisper: "Look how much you are Beauty, it drove all the other brides away.”

"..." Mu Jiaren was a little speechless, why did she leave the bride in anger, that bride was obviously going to change her hairstyle, but Mu Jiaren still felt that her heart was as sweet as eating honey, Quan Xiao always beat her, There are really not many times to praise her.

"Wow, the groom is so handsome, it looks like that... the Marshal of Quan Xiao Quan!"

At this moment, a couple of newlyweds walked by. The bride looked at Quan Xiao with straight eyes. She was about to burst into peach blossoms. She couldn't move her footsteps. The groom tugged at the bride's arm in displeasure, and blamed: "Again What's the use of being handsome, I'm the one who married you, not him."

"You know, husband, I love you the most, don't you?" The bride sweetly kissed the groom on the cheek, and the groom immediately smiled.

The two walked towards the studio excitedly.

Quan Xiao and Mu Jiaren looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Mu Jiaren felt that she was very happy at the moment.

At this time, the photographer walked up to them with the camera on his shoulders, and asked attentively, "Sir, miss, can we start shooting? We still need to change several sets of clothes."

The Mu Family Mansion.

Mu Jiaren excitedly walked to the familiar gate with a bouquet of white carnations in her arms. Standing at the door, she took a deep breath. Since she heard yesterday that her mother had recovered and was discharged from the hospital and returned to live in Mu's house, Mu Jiaren has been in love with her. I have been excited to rush back to see my mother as soon as possible.

Standing at the gate, looking at the familiar gate, every brick and every tile kindly, Mu Jiaren felt that his empty heart was filled instantly. Maybe there is a mother in the family, and home is still home.

"Beauty, what are you doing standing there, come in quickly." Mrs. Mu was wearing a pink plush shawl, standing at the door with a smile on her face, waving kindly to her daughter, signaling her to come over.

"Mom!" Mu Jiaren yelled excitedly, took a step forward and almost trotted over, and threw herself into Mrs. Mu's arms. Mrs. Mu hugged her daughter tightly with tears in her eyes.

"Good girl, it's good to be back, it's good to be back." Madam Mu hugged Mu Jiaren with emotion, unwilling to let go for a long time.

The two entered the living room, and Mu Jiaren saw that the living room was warmly and neatly furnished, and every corner was wiped spotless, as if nothing had happened.

In an instant, the tip of Mu Jiaren's nose became sour, and she couldn't help but hugged her mother tightly again: "Mom, I am so happy to have you."

"Stupid child." Madam Mu smiled and patted her daughter's thin back, and quietly wiped away tears.

"Mom, here, this is the carnation I gave you. Congratulations on your mother being discharged from the hospital in good health." Mu Jiaren gave the pure white carnation symbolizing family affection to Madam Mu, and Madam Mu showed a smile on her face.

This time when she was discharged from the hospital, Mu Jiaren went to find out about her mother's attending doctor. Her mother's body has fully recovered, and her heart has no problems. She just needs to be careful not to exercise too much.

Mu Jiaren was very happy when she heard the news, and her mother finally survived.

Standing up, she put the carnations into the vase, carefully looked at the pure white jade flowers, Madam Mu's eyes and brows were smiling.

Turning around, she walked towards her daughter who was sitting on the sofa. As soon as she sat down, Mrs. Mu noticed that her daughter was carrying a very heavy bag, and asked wonderingly: "Lady, why are you carrying such a heavy bag when you come home?" A heavy bag?"

While guessing what was in the backpack, he poured a glass of water for his daughter. Just as he put the steaming water glass on the tea table, Mu Jiaren took out a big wedding photo album from her bag, smiling all over her face. Pass it to Mrs. Mu: "Mom, this is our wedding album, take a look."

Surprised to accept her daughter's wedding photo album, Mrs. Mu showed a bright smile on her beautiful face. She couldn't wait to open the photo album and flip through it, and couldn't stop praising: "It's really beautiful, my daughter is just beautiful."

"Mom, I'm a little embarrassed by what you said." Mu Jiaren said coquettishly while accompanying her mother to look at the wedding album.

"By the way, has the wedding date been set, daughter?" Mrs. Mu suddenly raised her head, her pretty eyes were full of expectation, she looked at Mu Jiaren's face seriously and asked, Mu Jiaren said: "No, Mom, how many do you choose?" One day, just let his family choose one."

"Okay, hurry up and take out the calendar." Madam Mu quickly closed the photo album, urged Mu Jiaren to take the calendar on the coffee table, and then began to choose a good day on the calendar.

……

Inside the cafe.

The coffee on the table had just been served, and it was still steaming, and the curling mist instantly engulfed people's cheeks. Jiang Ling'er picked up the coffee cup and blew on it lightly, then took a sip, and frowned instantly: " Beauty, is there no sugar in this coffee? It's so bitter."

Mu Jiaren suddenly realized and patted her head and said, "Oh, I really forgot to put sugar for you. Look at my brain, waiter..."

After adding sugar to the coffee, Jiang Ling'er felt that it tasted much better.

Looking up, she saw that Mu Jiaren had been looking at her seriously, as if thinking about something, Jiang Ling'er suddenly felt bad, pushed away the coffee cup, leaned back in the chair, extremely vigilant: "Mu Jiaren, what do you want to do?" What are you doing? Calling me for coffee for no reason, isn’t it that simple?”

"Pfft..." Mu Jiaren burst out laughing instantly, stood up and approached Jiang Ling'er, tapped her forehead lightly, teasing: "Jiang Ling'er, is that exaggerating? You are a foodie, and only now do you know that I invite you It’s not that simple to drink coffee, is it?”

"Sure enough." Jiang Ling'er looked as if she had guessed it right, raised her index finger to clasp the table, then clasped her hands together, raised her head and continued, "Tell me, what exactly are you looking for me for?"

"Ling'er, I'm getting married on May [-]st, can you be my bridesmaid?" Mu Jiaren said softly with a smile on her face.

"Ah? Bridesmaid?" Jiang Ling'er's eyes widened in surprise, and her mouth opened in disbelief. Mu Jiaren scratched her head aggrievedly: "Why, don't you want to?"

"No, I just think you suddenly said that to me, I'm not ready, let me think about it." Jiang Ling'er made a stop gesture, thinking about something seriously.

While looking at Jiang Linger, Mu Jiaren wondered what she said was wrong. This kind of thing still needs to be considered?As a best friend, shouldn't you immediately stand up and answer with all your mouth?

Mu Jiaren couldn't figure out what Jiang Linger was thinking.

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