"Miss Youyou, it's late, Miss Meimei is looking for you." The butler hurriedly walked to the yard and saw Youyou sitting on the lawn in a daze. He was startled and came forward to remind him.

   "Butler, do you know what it's like to like someone?"

  Youyou was scratching his head and couldn't understand it. When he saw the housekeeper, he immediately became refreshed. He got up from the lawn, patted her butt, and greeted him.

  Butler: "..."

  He is very old, and he still knows what young people think.

  Looking at Youyou’s sincere gaze, after thinking for a few seconds, he said, "Ms. Youyou has someone you like?"

   "I don't know, that's why I asked you." Youyou pointed her finger and pouted, "How do I know if I like someone?"

  "This..." The butler hesitated for a few seconds, and then answered cautiously, "It's nothing more than seeing him blushing and heartbeat, feeling helpless, and dreaming when he can't see it, and the specific performance is different for everyone."

   "Blushing and heartbeat... Dreaming..."

  Youyou chewed the housekeeper's words carefully and muttered softly.

  She has known Yaheng for so many years, and she has never blushed and heartbeat. As for her dreams... She has been out for three years, and she has seen Yaheng only a handful of times, and she did not miss him in particular.

  It looks like she doesn’t like Yaheng.

"Miss Youyou, if you really have someone you like, you will always be concerned about him. If he is happy, you will be happy too. If something happens to him, you will be more anxious than anyone else. This feeling is not available to other people. ."

  The butler saw Youyou listen carefully, and couldn't help but say a few more words.

  "I’m an old man and don’t understand this, but if Miss Youyou really wants to know, you can ask Miss Meimei, she will definitely know."

   "Yes, Sister Meimei will get married tomorrow. She has liked Shan Tingye for so many years. She must know that I will find her!" Youyou's eyes lit up and she ran into the villa.

  -

  The bachelor’s night party came to an end in a hustle and bustle.

  The next day, the grand wedding ceremony was held in the Gothic church.

  Outside the magnificent church, luxury cars stood side by side and salutes roared.

  The colorful balloons all the way, put together a variety of patterns, make people dizzy.

  In mid-air, the helicopter hovered at low altitude. As the wedding car drove, a rain of petals fell all the way, causing enviable screams on the side of the road.

  "The ceremony is about to begin, let's make up the bride soon." The emcee in charge of the wedding reminded busyly.

  Several makeup artists guarding the dressing room quickly pressed Xiao Meimei, who was in a white wedding dress, onto the chair, and smashed her face for a while.

  Even Youyou, who is a bridesmaid, has not escaped their clutches.

  After finishing the makeup, the makeup artists stepped aside. In front of the mirror, only the two sisters were left. They looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh.

   "Marriage is really different from being engaged. It's really tiring to be so tossed." Xiao Meimei tugged at the wedding dress on her body, making her breathless.

  Who said that a wedding is the happiest moment in a woman's life?

  Obviously, it is the most guilty moment.

  Such a wedding dress, a dozen centimeters high heels, and the blessings of so many guests... his face is grinning.

   "You are so disgusted, the smile in your eyes is hidden, and I found it!" Youyou glanced at her, caught the happiness in her eyes, and couldn't help but jokingly said.