Addiction to flash marriage: Mr. Li, don’t be too flirtatious!

"Why delay until that time?" Li Beichen frowned, deeply puzzled.

Wen Ning lowered her eyes, her eyelashes covering her emotions like a feather fan, but when she opened her eyes and looked up at him, the hidden meaning was revealed, "Once you get married, everything will be fine for you.

But if we are not married, at least you will still be thinking about this matter in Europe and will not risk your life for anything. You will always come back and remarry me. "

Her muffled voice fell.

Li Beichen was silent for a long time.

Just when Wen Ning felt that the air was too quiet, a pair of arms came from her waist. Li Beichen picked her up vigorously, with eyes as fierce and dark as a wolf king. He pressed her down and threw her on the bed.

He tightly clasped her slender waist and propped it up above her head. He looked at her tenderly and smiled, "So you're worried about me. Wen Ning, it's not that you don't want to marry me, you really want to marry me." ”

"Nonsense. You...well, well..."

He had already kissed her hard, holding her crimson lips in his mouth, torturing her gently, getting involved and entangled with her deeply. He reached down with one hand, caught the strap of her bathrobe, and slowly untied it with his dark eyes narrowed. …

"My dear, cherish my life with deep affection. Don't you want to be a widow?

Then get on the bus tonight and pay for your tickets later. Let you check whether my injury is healed or not? "

His kisses went down the neck...with great skill.

Wen Ning raised his waist, groaned in confusion, and grabbed the pillow to push him away.

Unexpectedly, she even pushed herself into his mouth. She was panting, her long damp hair wrapped around his strong neck and hot chest. The night was just messed up between the two of them on the bed, and she fainted. A rippling dark color.

"Li Beichen..."

The man's voice was completely hoarse and charming: "I'm going to change my name to husband in a few days, so I'll call you twice first. If it sounds good, I'll be gentler."

"..." Wen Ning lay weakly in the soft quilt.

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half a month later.

Little Baoming is two months old.

The Li family's wedding was so grand that it shocked the entire Imperial City. The media devoted several pages to the topic, including the layout of the wedding, the design theme of the bride's wedding dress, including the ring worn by the bride, which was actually designed by the groom, Mr. Li himself.

The 26th in the middle of winter was a very good day.

In the early morning, Wen Ning put on makeup in the bridal room of the manor.

The bridesmaid group has enough people, except for Zhu Yaoyao who has a big belly, and Li Shu who has not yet appeared.

Mo Nan, Fang Ying, and the little girls from the fourth and fifth bedrooms of the Li family all became bridesmaids.

The wedding stylist asked Wen Ning to get up at four o'clock and put on makeup for two hours. It was exquisite, bright, and elegant, which matched the tens of millions of diamond wedding dress that Li Beichen nailed for her.

The stylist was very satisfied and went out to call the photography team.

"We have to pose for photos later, it's so troublesome." Wen Ning didn't drink any water, not because she wanted to maintain her figure. Her slender and well-proportioned bones and muscles could be set off by any exquisite dress.

However, after getting up at four o'clock and looking at Xiaobao for a while, the stylist rushed over.

It was almost seven o'clock, and there was movement downstairs. Li Beichen drove the wedding car around the city and came with the best man team.

Jiujiu and Mo Bao were outside the bride's room, acting as little watchmen, responsible for defending Mommy, blocking Dad, and asking him to give out more red envelopes.

The noisy and lively chatter downstairs can be heard all the time.

Li Beichen's deep voice can be vaguely discerned from it.

Wen Ning touched the long diamond earrings on her earlobes. Although she said she was not worried about her appearance, she still became nervous due to the atmosphere. She quietly looked in the mirror to check her bridal makeup.

"It's beautiful enough!" Zhu Yaoyao bent down.