Sir, don't be too bad

"I'll go! Such a local tyrant!" Yan Xiao pouted.

"Stop talking, the bride is here." Si Nuanqian coughed lightly, but her eyes fell on a certain figure in the front row of the audience.

I promised to forget it, but when I saw him, my eyes always followed him involuntarily.

Thinking in my heart, I saw the lovely Lin Duoduo.

The job of the flower girl is to walk in front of the bride and sprinkle the petals in the flower basket all over the red carpet.

Lin Duoduo wore a bun hair today, with a small crown pinned to the front, and she was wearing a light blue dress, like a little angel who fell from the sky.

She carried a small basket on her fleshy left arm, and her right hand sprinkled flower petals swiftly, making it impossible to look away from her cuteness.

It was the father's responsibility to accompany the bride into the venue, so Mu Qianxun sat in the first row directly after entering.

When he remembered the wedding march, he, like the other guests, turned to look at his sister.

Just at this glance, he was attracted by the little girl in front of Xia Yiwan.

The little girl was pink-tender-tender, like a small flower bud, which made his heart soft-soft for no reason.

No wonder Wan Wan likes this little baby.

Just as Mu Qianxun was thinking, Xia Yiwan had already reached Simo, holding his father's arm.

As for Lin Duoduo, when she finished her mission, she jumped off the stage from the side and quickly ran to Mu Qianxun.

Mu Qianxun looked at her suspiciously.

Then I saw the little girl blushing and asked him: "Handsome uncle, can you take me to the bathroom to pee?"

She wanted to shush, but she couldn't find her mother right now.

The uncle in the front row is very handsome, so I will help him.

Mu Qianxun was startled, then couldn't help laughing: "Okay."

While speaking, he stretched out his arms and hugged Lin Duoduo's limp body, and walked away from the side where it was not eye-catching.

Before going out, Mu Qianxun heard the master of ceremonies asking Simo.

"Mr. Simo, are you willing to marry Xia Yiwan as your wife? Whether in good times or bad times, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, you will love her unreservedly and be loyal to her until forever?"

"I am willing." Si Mo's deep and firm voice filled the entire venue, his dark eyes stared at Xia Yiwan for a moment.

The master of ceremonies repeated the same words again: "Miss Xia Yiwan... forever?"

Xia Yiwan looked at the man in front of him steadily, and said slowly, "I am willing."

"Oh, I'm so touched!" Si Nuanqian murmured softly, relying on her face to smile.

"You are young, and you are easily moved. When you are like me, you will only have fear and anxiety." Yan Xiao responded in a low voice.

Worrying about when I will have a home, worrying about who my lover is.

"Why are you uneasy and afraid?" Yu Han, who was standing beside him, lowered his voice and asked, at the same time, his eyes looked over deeply.

Yan Xiao was taken aback for a moment, then pretended not to hear.

No one else paid much attention to Yu Han's glance, but in the guest table below, two women narrowed their eyes slightly because of this scene.

Lin Yuning snorted loudly: "It's too much to dare to show your affection in front of this lady!"

Mu Xinyuan slowly curled up her fingers, staring at the stage calmly and coldly.

"Ask the bride and groom to exchange rings." The master of ceremonies' voice sounded again.

The ring boy next to him immediately presented the rings of the two of them.

Just as Si Mo took out the ring and was about to put it on Xia Yiwan's hand, there was a commotion in the guest seats below.