Madam, Mr. Fu went to see the men's department again.

Rong Yan looked at it carefully.

Fu Jingsheng actually got a tattoo of the word "贝" on his body, which was entangled with flowers and vines.

"You have a tattoo?" Rong Yan asked.

Fu Jingsheng has always cared about every inch of skin on his body. He would disinfect it several times inside and out for even the slightest scratch, for fear of leaving some scars.

The tattoo on his chest was at least as big as a ping pong ball at the moment, and it looked particularly abrupt on his smooth skin.

"This is the closest place to your heart." The man smiled slightly, "If you put a mark on it, anyone who sees it will run away."

Rong Yan touched the totem lightly with her finger: "Does it hurt?"

He shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Rong Yan didn't believe it: "Don't do this next time. Every inch of your skin is mine. How to deal with it must have my consent. How can it not hurt if you pierce so many small holes and paint them."

Fu Jingsheng scraped hard, and the vine was scraped off a little: "Don't you like my tattoo?"

Rong Yan hesitated for a moment, should she tell the truth? She didn't like it. Why did she do all these fancy things on her good skin? But Fu Jingsheng had sacrificed so much for love. It would be hurtful to say that he didn't like it.

"I like it." The woman said what she meant.

"Really?" Then I'll get another tattoo on my waist.

"No." Rong Yan said without hesitation, "One is enough."

"So you don't like it?" Fu Jingsheng scraped the vine hard, and some of the slender branches were scraped off. "Fortunately, it was attached."

Rong Yan breathed a sigh of relief and continued to shave. Sure enough, she could shave off the man's flesh. She squeezed a handful of the man's flesh and said, "It scares me to death. Don't get tattoos. I don't like these. You have to discuss with me if you touch anything on your body in the future." , you know.”

He pressed on her: "Okay, give me a kiss."

Rong Yan slapped the man away: "I'm afraid of being poisoned." She said rejection, but the next second, she kissed the man's neck.

"Master, we are almost home." The driver reminded.

Rong Yan moved away from Fu Jingsheng's neck and quickly put on his clothes.

In the villa, the old lady of the Fu family gave her grandson a double wedding in person.

Rong Bing took Fu Jingchen and pretended to come to bless his brother and sister-in-law in advance, but actually came to find out which car Rong Yan would take tomorrow.

When Gu Hannian saw Rong Bing, his face was filled with sadness. He always felt that this person would be up to no good.

Rong Bing took the initiative to please: "Sister, we will be a family from now on."

Gu Hannian rolled his eyes: "The weasel has no good intentions in paying New Year greetings to the chicken."

For the sake of tomorrow's plan, Rong Bing endured it for the time being. She couldn't quarrel with Gu Hannian.

"Sister, I'm here to give you a gift, won't you let me in? Then I'll call you grandma." Rong Bing looked into the room.

Gu Hannian stepped aside: "My sister and her friends live next door. Are you sending gifts to grandma here because you are afraid that others won't know what you are sending?"

Rong Bing faked a smile: "Grandma is an elder. You have to say hello to her first when you come. Sister Hannian, I'm going in."

Rong Bing stepped on Hentiangao and twisted her hips to enter the house.

She saw the old lady cutting the words "Happy", and the stagnant jealousy in her chest reached Tianling Gai. The old lady actually cut the words herself, and she married Fu Jingchen, and she did nothing.

What's the use of being nice to her?

"Grandma." Rong Bing smiled.

"Bingbing." The old lady hadn't seen Rong Bing sitting on the demon for a long time. She thought that their family was finally living in harmony. She asked Rong Bing to sit next to her to see if the haircut was good.

Rong Bing stared at the red words "happy" one by one, filled with resentment in his heart.

Let these and Rong Yan overturn tomorrow.

After finding out that Rong Yan would leave from W Hotel at eight o'clock tomorrow, the wedding car would be Fu Jingsheng's Maybach with a serial number. Rong Bing called the person who had arranged it in advance and transferred a deposit of 500,000 yuan.

After getting the money, that person promises to do things beautifully.

Fu Jingchen was happy from the bottom of his heart to see Rong Bing and his eldest brother's family settling their differences.

Men don't know that everything is an illusion. Rong Bing always felt that her sister had taken away everything from her. Even a few days ago, she wanted to do a live broadcast with Fu's. Even if she got a salary of several thousand, she could mainly fulfill her dream, but she was rejected by Rong Bing. Yan refused directly.

Her hatred for Rong Yan is getting deeper and deeper.

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On the morning of the wedding, Fu Jingsheng couldn't wait to set off.

Arrive at W Hotel early and wait.

Rong Yan barely fell asleep after taking melatonin the night before. At dawn, the makeup artist came, and she and Shen Xingzhi got up together.

In order to save time, Rong Yan only found one bridesmaid and did not block the door.

Fu Jingsheng sat in the car, looking in the mirror from time to time and asking He Wei how he was doing. Seeing that the time for the wedding was approaching, the man rubbed his trouser legs with sweaty hands nervously.

"Mr. Fu, this is not your first time getting married, why are you nervous?" He Wei teased.

Fu Jingsheng took a deep breath: "What do you know? Watch the time carefully. I will settle the score with you one second later."

"At 7:, the man went upstairs, holding a bouquet that was larger than his upper body. Except for He Wei, there was only one cameraman behind him to record the entire process of the wedding."

Rong Yan has already put on her makeup, and the woman in the red dress is even more gorgeous.

Shen Xingzhi sat in front of her and admired: "It's so beautiful. Who can stand up to this?"

Rong Yan admired herself in the mirror, her face was indeed bright and moving.

The doorbell rang.

Shen Xingzhi ran over: "It's coming, it's coming."

She opened the door, stood to the side, clapped her hands and shouted, "Don't block the door when accepting a bride in a civilized manner. Big brother, big brother, welcome you, welcome to me, he's here, he's here, he's here with a red envelope."

Rong Yan stared at Shen Xingzhi who was working hard, dumbfounded, where did she learn this?

Fu Jingsheng heard the shouting from behind the door and took out a big red envelope from his pocket.

His eyes fell on Rong Yan. He had obviously seen her in a wedding dress and a formal dress. Even if he looked at her again at a formal occasion, he still couldn't take his eyes away.

Fu Jingsheng didn't know why, but after staring at Rong Yan for a moment, his eyes turned red and his nose became sore.

I have the urge to cry. I should be happy. Why do I want to cry?

He avoids the camera.

Like Rong Yan, her eyes were red. She raised her chin slightly to hold back her tears.

Fu Jingsheng walked towards her step by step. When he held Rong Yan, he lowered his head and tears fell on the woman's back.

He pretended to touch his nose and wiped the corners of his eyes, but when he said, wife, I'm here to marry you, tears burst into his eyes again.

Rong Yan buried her face in the man's arms.

Shen Xingzhi, who was still shouting welcome from behind the door, wiped away tears when she saw this scene.

Rong Yan took a tissue and pressed it to the corners of her eyes, then buried herself in front of the man: "I knew you would come, so I kept waiting. You have to treat me well for the rest of your life."

"Yeah." He hugged Rong Yan tightly.

The two hugged for a while and touched up their makeup.

Fu Jingsheng carried Rong Yan downstairs, and He Wei gave out red envelopes to people he met along the way.

At the entrance of the hotel, there were eight Maybachs. The first and last cars were full of photographers. Several cameras filmed them in all directions. Fu Jingsheng and Rong Yan were sitting in the second car.

The wedding car departs from the card point.

The people arranged by Rong Bing waited outside the hotel for a long time.

He checked the photos of the cars given by Rong Bing and found that the eight cars were exactly the same. Which one should he touch?

Seeing that the eight cars had started, the man closed his eyes and rushed up, counting which one he hit.