Fierce little loli: Husband gently teases

Fu Shaoxun's face was darker than the bottom of the pot, his thin lips raised a sneer, and he uttered a few words coldly: "Wedding dress design drawing."

Evan took out a notebook, put it in An Xinran's hand, and said with a smile, "I've wronged you, these styles are older and more suitable for him."

"Evan!!!"

Fu Shaoxun's roar sounded in the wedding dress design studio.

Accompanied by the wanton laughter of the designer and An Xinran...

The wedding was scheduled for a month later, although it was rushed, but compared to An Shiyue's wedding, which was planned in less than three days, it was quite delicate, and the grandeur this time could be said to be unprecedented, Fu Shaoxun His wedding was not as low-key as Fu Mingjie's. It was a grand wedding, full of guests, and even the media secretly took pictures outside.

Fu Shaoxun was wearing a high-end custom black suit, with a faint smile on his cold and handsome face.

Fu Mingjie was driving a wheelchair, pushed by a nurse and accompanied by a doctor. He smiled and looked at Fu Shaoxun, "Brother, you look very young today."

Fu Shaoxun's face turned cold, "I'm getting married today, and I don't care about you."

Fu Mingjie smiled lowly, his laughter was sunny and cheerful, in stark contrast to the bridegroom with an iceberg face.

In the dressing room of the wedding hotel, An Xinran was wearing a high-end custom-made wedding dress. The beautiful wedding dress made her look as beautiful as a doll, and her young face was filled with a delicate and happy smile.

An Xinran looked at herself in the mirror, and felt that everything was like a dream. She was going to get married, and the person she was going to marry was an outstanding man like Fu Shaoxun. They had been preparing for the wedding together for the past month. Always very busy, they get along limited, but she still feels happy.

The makeup artist praised An Xinran, "Miss An is really beautiful, no wonder President Fu is tempted."

An Xinran blushed, and lowered her head shyly. She looked down at her bag, as if remembering something, and looked at the makeup artist and other people in the room, "Go out first! I want to be alone. a while."

"Okay!" An Xinran said, and no one dared to disobey, and immediately withdrew.

An Xinran took out her mobile phone, looked at her mother's photo, and smiled: "Mom, I got married today, I told you in the hospital last night, today I still want to tell you again, you need to wake up early! Your son-in-law is a very good person..."

"Hmph!!!" A discordant and bitter cold snort suddenly appeared at the door, pulling An Xinran out of her thoughts of happiness and interrupting An Xinran's soliloquy.

An Xinran saw An Shiyue's figure in the mirror. She was leaning against the door, with her arms folded, her face full of contempt and resentment.

An Xinran hadn't seen An Shiyue for a full month.

Ever since An Shiyue went crazy at home that day, in order to prevent the wedding from going wrong, An Shiyue's father acted as a demon at home and sent her abroad for a trip.

Said it was a trip, but it was actually exile, and ordered her not to come back to attend An Xinran's wedding.

But how could she not come back?

An Shiyue leaned against the door, looked at him coldly, and sneered meanly: "Aren't you proud of stepping on me to catch up with Fu Shaoxun? You little bastard, just like your mother, is a vixen with tricks, what else? No, you are capable of hooking up men, but I don’t know, which tastes better, Fu Shaoxun or a gangster? Why don’t you tell me, I’m curious!”

"An Shiyue!!!" An Xinran stood up from the stool with a "bass", her almond eyes widened, and she glared at An Shiyue angrily, "Why is your mouth always so dirty? You didn't hurt me, you would What happened in the bar? Are you particularly jealous of me? Unfortunately, Fu Shaoxun doesn’t care. What he cares about is a person’s character. He dismisses a vicious woman like you, and he will never look at you .”

An Shiyue got angry when An Xinran retorted.

Her eyes also stood up "噗", she looked at An Xinran with a sneer, and her tone became more bitter and mean: "Yo, an illegitimate daughter is too embarrassed to talk about character, when did the bastard of the third grader become a noble character?" Is it a pronoun? Your mother’s mistress is still lying in the hospital half-dead and hangs her breath. This is retribution. Just remember that you are the same, your, mother’s today is your tomorrow!!! Little bastard, still I really thought that I was a golden phoenix, but you are just a chicken that sleeps for little bastards for nothing, and you still feel proud after sleeping with several men?!"

"An Shiyue, don't talk too much. I didn't! Also, my mother has a clear conscience. Let me tell you one last time. She was cheated by my father. She doesn't know anything. When she finds out, she will take me with her." Far away from dad, if she hadn't been sick and desperate, I wouldn't have come back to An's house, it's dad who owes us mother and daughter, we don't owe him anything."

An Shiyue sneered, the contempt in her eyes was even worse, her distorted eyes were full of paranoia: "Really? I owe you? It's funny, I don't know who is lying to whom? Look at you, you are so young There is a means, and after seeing Fu Shaoxun only two or three times, he hooked up with Fu Shaoxun. I am afraid that your skill is inherited from you, mother, right? Why don't you marry a gangster? After all, the gangster is your first man!!"