Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

Wedding scene.

The tall and straight man was wearing an expensive black suit and dress, with wide shoulders, narrow waist and hips, straight and slender legs, and a handsome figure.

Fu Hongyun shuttled around the wedding scene, doing everything by herself.

He seemed to be tireless, arranging everything at the wedding scene.

Even the bouquet held by the bride was personally selected by him one by one, and then weaved into a ball.

The color tone of the whole wedding is Wen Xiaorou's favorite pink.

Everything, including the drinking cups, is made of the most precious materials and decorated with a light pink.

Gorgeous as a dream.

Everything is ready, the wedding ceremony is about to begin.

The protagonist of the wedding, the bride Wen Xiaorou, was sitting in the VIP room backstage, looking forward to it.

Wen Xiaorou was wearing an extremely luxurious white wedding dress, holding a bouquet of fiery red roses in her hand, sitting in front of the vanity mirror, checking her makeup over and over again.

At this moment, she has snowy muscles, black hair and red lips, elegant and noble temperament, and she is too beautiful.

Wen Zhixi looked at Wen Xiaorou, who was so beautiful that she was so beautiful in the mirror, and said with a gentle smile, "Xiao Qi, relax, don't be nervous, you are very beautiful!"

"The kind of beauty that can't pick out any flaws!"

Wen Xiaorou smiled sweetly, the dimples on the corner of her mouth were sweeter than honey: "Well, thank you."

She stroked the bouquet in her hand, and then looked in the mirror: "Sixth sister, is the blush on my face a bit heavy?"

Wen Zhixi stroked the white gauze on her head: "It's not heavy, it fits very well, and it's beautiful."

Wen Xiaorou took another look at herself in the mirror, and finally felt relieved.

Because the bride and groom couldn't meet before the wedding, Wen Xiaorou didn't see Fu Hongyun all day today.

This was really difficult for her clingy spirit.

And at this time, Wen Xiaorou really, really wanted to see Fu Hongyun.

Thinking of this, Wen Xiaorou pursed her mouth unconsciously: "Who made this rule? Isn't this deliberately embarrassing? It's so annoying."

Wen Zhixi patted the back of her hand: "Bride, don't worry, you'll see your husband in a while."

Thinking of that handsome face, Wen Xiaorou grinned and said, "En!"

The wedding ceremony began, accompanied by a resounding sentence from the master of ceremonies: "The bride is invited to enter!"

Wearing a sacred white wedding dress and holding bright red roses, Wen Xiaorou walked slowly to Fu Hongyun's side.

The three-meter-long gorgeous skirt brushed over the red carpet, flicking the rose petals on the red carpet, trembling, making an undetectable rustling sound, like singing.

Fu Hongyun strode out her long legs, took a few quick steps, walked to Wen Xiaorou's side, held that soft and delicate hand, and led his beloved bride to the ceremony stage.

His black eyes were burning, he looked at her without blinking, and his low voice was already hoarse: "My bride, you are so beautiful!"

Wen Xiaorou looked up at him, with tears in her eyes.

Fu Hongyun reached out to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye: "Why are you crying, Jiaojiaoer."

Wen Xiaorou smiled slightly: "I'm happy."

The master of ceremonies spoke loudly and asked, "Groom, will you treat the bride well for the rest of your life?" Fu Hongyun looked at Wen Xiaorou with sincere eyes: "Yes! "

"I will live forever!"

He kissed her lips.

"my pleasure!"