Mr. Yan, Madam Bai Yueguang has also returned to China.

Song Qinghe's eyes moved, and she looked at Yu Wei, her eyes a little red.

Yu Wei looked at her with a smile and gave her an encouraging look.

Song Qinghe came back to her senses and looked at the man waiting for her. Under everyone's gaze, she walked towards him step by step and firmly.

Countless rose petals fell from the sky and fell on the white wedding dress.

Song Qinghe held up the hem of her skirt, and the past moments of the two people flashed through her mind, including sweetness, happiness, pain and bitterness, all intertwined.

Meeting him and falling in love with him seemed like fate.

After being entangled for a lifetime, I could finally stand by his side openly and honestly at the end of my life.

Song Qinghe suddenly staggered a little. Yan Tingsong quickly stepped forward to support her, then held her hand tightly and asked her in a low voice, "Are you tired?"

Song Qinghe shook his head, held his hand back, and then took his arm. The two of them walked along the red carpet and finally walked to the ceremony stage.

Song Qinghe's body was so thin that it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Yan Tingsong always held her hand.

The wedding ceremony was simple.

There is no talk between relatives and friends, only two people confessing their true feelings to each other.

Yan Tingsong took the microphone and looked at Song Qinghe tenderly, "I remember when we were in love, you once described the wedding you wanted, with warm sunshine, blooming flowers, and a gentle breeze."

Yan Tingsong smiled and said, "By the way, there is also a bride in a wedding dress who looks as beautiful as a princess, and a tall and handsome prince. I'm just really sorry, my princess, for keeping you waiting for so long. The prince is getting old."

Laughter erupted from the audience, and it was the first time for everyone to see such a humorous side of Yan Tingsong.

After all, this banquet director is famous for his unsmiling nature.

Song Qinghe just looked at him with gentle eyes.

Yan Tingsong stretched out his hand and gently helped her straighten the wind-blown veil, "Before I met you, I never believed in fate. Only after meeting you did I understand what destiny is. I am honored to be you." Husband, my wife."

"I am also honored to be your wife." Song Qinghe said softly, "Mr. Yan, I remember when I first met you, I thought you were very annoying. I was thinking, how could there be such a stupid man in the world? , hating turns into liking, as if it’s natural, because this person is you.”

Song Qinghe took a deep breath, "I met you when I was in my twenties and married you today decades later. This journey has been too bumpy. I once had my doubts. Ask yourself, is it worth loving this person? ?"

Song Qinghe's eyes were full of Yan Tingsong, "You gave everything for me, how could it not be worth it? Tingsong, I love you, I am really happy to be your wife on such a warm day. "

The two exchanged rings in front of everyone and officially became husband and wife.

Yan Tingsong leaned over and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

There was warm applause from the audience.

Yu Wei sat in the audience, tears blurring her vision. If she had not been born, would her mother's life have been easier?

Thinking that part of Song Qinghe's suffering came from her, Yu Wei covered her heart.

Song Qinghe's body swayed, and Yan Tingsong supported her, "If you're tired, go and rest for a while."

Song Qinghe smiled and shook his head, "The bouquet has not been thrown away yet, we want to pass on the happiness."

Yan Tingsong accompanied her, and Song Qinghe looked at the people behind him with a smile, "I want to throw it away."

She smiled and threw the bouquet out. The beautiful bouquet formed a parabola, and finally landed in the arms of Yao Lin, who was taking pictures. Yao Lin still held the camera in her hand, met everyone's eyes, picked up the flowers and smiled, "Look Come, my peach blossoms are about to bloom."

After the wedding ceremony, there is a wedding banquet.

Song Qinghe changed into a red cheongsam and followed Yan Tingsong.

Mrs. Yan was sitting at the main table. She stood up when she saw two people coming to toast. Yan Tingsong said expressionlessly: "Mom, you can just sit down."

Mrs. Yan shook her head.

Song Qinghe handed her a cup of tea, "You have tea."

Mrs. Yan looked at her apologetically, "You have worked hard these years, and our Yan family is sorry for you. Tingsong didn't want me to attend today's wedding, but I want to see you and wish you the best."

Song Qinghe smiled good-naturedly, "Today is a happy day, so I won't talk about the past."

Mrs. Yan nodded, "I wish you a happy wedding."

Song Qinghe followed Yan Tingsong and greeted everyone. Yu Wei saw that her face was getting worse and worse, so she got up and walked to her side, "The ceremony is over anyway, let's go and rest for a while."

Song Qinghe held her hand and said, "Weiwei, I'm fine."

Yu Wei wiped the sweat from her forehead and said distressedly: "How can it be okay? Your body can't bear it."

But she wanted to be like a normal person, follow Tingsong, and end the wedding perfectly.

Yan Tingsong also said: "Qinghe, I can take care of the guests by myself."

Song Qinghe shook his head at him, "Tingsong, I'm really fine. I promise you, if I feel uncomfortable, I will definitely go to rest, okay?"

Neither of them could resist her, so they had to let her continue to follow Yan Tingsong and greet the guests.

Yu Wei returned to her seat, her eyes always following Song Qinghe closely.

Yao Lin fiddled with the bouquet in her hand, and Meng Zhiyao from the side came over, "What, do you have a goal?"

Yao Lin smiled and handed the bouquet to her, "Do you want it? Here you go."

Meng Zhiyao waved her hands quickly, "Sister, please let me go. If I take the bouquet home, Gu Tingsen will definitely think that I have something in mind."

Yao Lin looked around and asked, "Why isn't your Mr. Gu here?"

Meng Zhiyao glanced at Yu Wei subconsciously and leaned close to Yao Lin's ear.

"It's not like you don't know about the relationship between Gu Tingsen and Yan Wenzhou. Yan Wenzhou's father remarried and no one from Yan Wenzhou showed up. As his good friend, Gu Tingsen has to not only give Yan a face, but also take care of Yan Wenzhou. Wenzhou was in a bad mood, so he sent me, my dear wife, over to go through the motions."

Although Meng Zhiyao's voice was not loud, Yu Wei could still hear it clearly.

Since he sent Yu Mo away last time, he has never appeared in front of her again.

The two of them walked around in a circle. Yan Tingsong helped Song Qinghe sit on a chair beside him and said helplessly: "I shouldn't have listened to you. I'll take you back to the villa."

Song Qinghe held his hand and said, "I'm happy to get married today. I don't want to go back to the villa yet."

Yan Tingsong touched her cheek distressedly, "I know you are happy, but we just got married, how can you exhaust yourself?"

"Don't worry, you're not too tired."

The wedding banquet ended and the guests left one after another.

Song Qinghe and Yan Tingsong saw off the guests together. When the guests left, Song Qinghe finally breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted to sit down while holding on to the wall, but suddenly her vision went dark.