Why did this person stutter today? Qiao Nan frowned and moved away: "Oh, then you go."

Xiaolou walked around the battle situation like walking on thin ice, pushed open the door of the lounge, glanced out before the door closed, and the two people who had been separated for a short time continued to fight together.

Xiaolou: "..."

well.

The hotel lounge was decorated in magnificently, and the interior was so quiet that you could even hear your breath. Xiaolou followed the instructions to look for the position the boss said. Halfway through the way, he glanced at the edge of the light and suddenly found that there was a person sitting by the window!

He was so scared that he almost jumped up, and the next second he could see who the other party was.

The bride faced him sideways, with a slim and slender figure, with a white and gorgeous wedding dress hem spread on the edge of the seat. She supported her head and looked in a certain direction, with a small part of her face exposed with a beautiful and exquisite look.

Xiaolou thought for a moment and felt that he should say hello: "Uh, Miss Mu, hello."

After the voice landed, there was no response. The other party still held his head, obviously immersed in his own world.

Is this...in a daze?

Xiaolou raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was less than an hour before the wedding officially began.

The newlywed bride is sitting alone in the lounge in a daze at this time...

Thinking of the two people who might be fighting outside at this moment, Xiaolou felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

Although these rich ladies and wealthy young masters look gorgeous in clothing, wine, fresh clothes and horses, and extremely luxurious, they actually have their own grief behind the scenery.

Rich families! Rich families! Little girl, come on, you have already stepped into this fierce battle between rich families with one foot.

He stopped disturbing the soldier and quietly took the things and closed the door and left.

Mu Xiangyao, by the window, paused slightly, put down the detection file in his knees, looked back and glanced at the direction of the door - did you hear the sound of closing the door just now?

She was wondering, and the door of the quiet and closed lounge was pushed open again. The groom with a sinister expression walked in with a fierce look on his long legs, shouting loudly as he walked: "Think about it!"

Mu Xiangxiang glanced over his jacket, which had become a little wrinkled due to the fight, and his lips curled up: "Are you finished?"

"Damn it! That little bastard." Qiao Nan grabbed Mu Xiangxiang's hand, pulled her from the chair, and hugged her in his arms, still furious, "If it weren't for your sake, I would have to beat him to death."

沐松辨识度极高的嗓音就慢悠悠从门口方向传来,继续刚才挨揍前的话题:“我说真的,姐,趁着现在仪式还没开始,能悔婚赶紧悔婚,你们研究所那个项目不是还缺三千万的资金吗?我给,你别嫁给他了.”

Mu Xiang: "..."

Qiao Nan: “…”

Mu Song: "How about 50 million?"

Mu Xiang: “………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Qiao Nan: "...what are you? What's your expression? Are you feeling moved?"

"No!" Seeing that the bloody street tragedy was about to take place again, Mu Xiangyao coughed, quickly struggled out of the number 50 million, and shouted to his younger brother who had always been beaten at the door, who had been happy for many years, "Say less!"

He grabbed Qiao Nan, who was brewing evil spirits, and calmly dissuaded: "The ceremony is about to begin. You can't stay here. Go to the auditorium quickly. It will be too late."

Qiao Nan hugged her and refused to let go, and his ear was gently pulled: "Did you hear it?"

Stay still.

The familiar fragrance sprayed: "Boyfriend?"

Still still.

"……husband?"

Qiao Nan: “……………………………”

Qiao Nan's legs became weak, he pursed his lips and stood up straight.

When I went out, I passed by Mu Song and was arrogant.

Have you seen it? Who has the final say in this family? You are a shabby guy.

I have eaten your sister so hard that she has eaten her. She doesn't even see her 30 to 50 million, and she doesn't do anything useless.

****

Mu Song: “…”

Mu Song turned back in disbelief: "He is really a fool, right?"

Mu Xiangxi: "…Come here."

Mu Song moved over slowly, and Mu Xiangyao grabbed his arm and pulled it in front of him to start tidying up his clothes.

The original teenager has grown very tall and tall, and has become a common object to appearing in various topics such as #The male star you want to sleep the most#, #Which male star do you think is the sexiest# in the entertainment industry? Mu Xiangyao was a little helpless: "Why do you always flirt with him and ask for a beating?"

Mu Song cut it off and said, "I get annoyed when I see him. And who is asking for a beating? Is it okay if I fight him without any distinction?"

Mu Xiangyao looked up and glanced at him: "Nonsense, you obviously like him very much, I don't know about you yet?"

Mu Song stopped talking, looked at his sister's quiet face when she lowered her eyes and smoothed the wrinkles on her collar. He suddenly opened his arms and hugged her: "Sister, you are so beautiful today, I can't bear to marry you to him."

After becoming famous, Mu Song always flew around the world and had very little time to get together with his family.

He became more and more confident and charming. He was no longer the boy who was so nervous that he needed his sister's hug to comfort him before going on stage, but there was still a familiar smell in his arms.

Mu Xiangyao smiled and patted his back: "If you are photographed by the paparazzi, the character of Liberty's lead singer Cold Iceberg will definitely not be guaranteed."

Mu Song smiled, and after a while, he said seriously: "Sister, really, I'm still very good at fighting. I'm giving you face, but I'm not serious about him. If he dares to bully you in the future, you'll find me and I'll support you and make sure he's beaten to the point of urination."

Mu Xiangyao was silent for a moment, smiled and nodded slightly: "Okay."

The door of the lounge was pushed open, and the staff of the wedding company came in with Mu Dad and Mu Mom. The quiet air poured in a sweet smell.

Mu Song let go of her, rubbed her head, and held the veil raised above her head to read the information, and put it down little by little.

A hazy smoke slowly separated the line of sight.

A handsome smile appeared on the face of the tall young man: "Let's go."

*******

Mu Xiangxiang walked along the red carpet with his father's arms.

The mother looked at her, her eyes turned red again. Mu Xiang thought helplessly and didn't know how to comfort her. Fortunately, Mu's father's voice was calm and normal: "It's okay, your mother just likes sentimentality. Just let her cry enough."

Mu Xiangyao turned to look at his father. His father stared at the front with a serious expression on his face. She asked, "Dad, why are you not sad at all?"

"What sad for me? I am your father. You are married and have children, and I am still your father!" Dad Mu snorted, "That brat dares to be sorry for you... I will lend him the courage!"

Oh, I have achieved success in my career and my words have become different, so confident.

Mu Xiangyao turned to the beginning with a laugh, and stood with his father at the entrance of the auditorium, staring at the concave reliefs on the door in a daze.

For some reason, she was not nervous when she was proposed, when she was engaged, when she was wearing a wedding dress, even when she was walking on the red carpet, but at this moment, her heart suddenly became nervous.

In the silence, music suddenly floated out of the crack of the door. She clenched her fists and subconsciously clenched her father's hand. When one of the hands was wet, she was slightly stunned.

The door slowly opened in front of you.

The bright lights in the auditorium and the applause of guests rushed at the same time, like a flowing tide, everything was on a black and white background.

Mu Xiangxiang gently retracted his hand, looked at the sweat of his father on his fingertips, and turned his head.

Between the world and in the sea of ​​people, there is a slender figure standing tall at the end of the red carpet.

Dad Mu tried hard to straighten his hunched back and led her toward the other party bit by bit. He had poor legs and feet, walked very slowly, and his steps were obviously fluctuating, but no one around paid attention to his strangeness.

Everyone just tried very hard to applaud, trying to make themselves look happier.

The skirt was dragged on the red carpet, reflecting the glimmer of lights.

Qiao Nan looked at the figure who was slowly approaching him. The moment the auditorium gate opened, he could not find his breath for several seconds.

When Mu Dad handed his daughter's hand to him, he even found his fingertips trembling.

It was obvious that the two sides had just hugged less than an hour ago, but at this moment, they still couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Little smash." Dad Mu's voice was very serious, even a little murderous, "I handed over my daughter to you, do you know what to do?"

Qiao Nan held the soft hands in a daze, and his voice was stuttering: "I will... take good care of her."

Dad Mu turned his gaze away and looked at his daughter. His face immediately became gentle, but after he opened his mouth, he suddenly got stuck and didn't know what he should say.

Mu Xiangya suddenly held him with his other hand, and opened his hand, clenched all the way, wet, and his palms were almost broken by his nails.

"Dad. Don't be sad." She whispered, "Get married and have children, even when you are seventy-year-old and eighty-year-old, you will always be my father."

Dad Mu's lips trembled, and his thin palms suddenly held her tightly, and his eyes quickly turned red.

He quickly lowered his head and stared at his daughter's slender hands.

After a long time, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Stupid girl."

*******

The flower girl sprinkled the petals in front of the red carpet, and Qiao Nan walked slower than Mu's father.

When we finally stepped into the middle of the stage, it seemed like tens of millions of years had passed, and the guests under the stage were exhausted from applause.

The guests rubbed their painful palms: "Oh, why are you walking so slowly?"

The best man's explanation came from the best man's table: "You don't understand. Brother Nan is a talented person who is as good as a general in the face of danger. He can only walk slowly and calmly."
To be continued...