I didn’t see him officially dressed before, but it’s just different today.

Like the bridesmaid next to him, he wore a suit of the same color and a black-purple bow tie.

At first glance, it seems like a couple's dress...

"Hey? Why isn’t your bridesmaid, who is the woman next to your brother?"

Seeing her straight hooked stare at Huo Yunwei, Wen He is a woman, but also an outsider outside, very sensitive to sniff out some kind of message, not afraid of the big snoring.

"You don't like the sir, right? The sir is much sad. Even if you don't like him, you can't look at your brother. If you have love, but you are addicted to it, you are sad."

"You are Huo Wei, sir?"

Wen He’s voice made her instantly return to God and looked at her head. “What is your purpose?”

"There is nothing wrong with attending the wedding, don't say it, look at it, the girl winks at your brother!"

Wen Wo is very interested. Compared with the bride and groom, Huo Yunzhen is a more dazzling existence.

I have to admit that this Huojia is indeed a beautiful man, and Huo Wei’s hateful guy is also beautiful.

Lu Chaoyang suddenly held her wrist tightly, and emptied her hand around the skirt she wore.

There seems to be no dangerous goods.

"Miss sister, this kind of touch will have a chemical reaction." Wenhe took a glass of wine and took a lazy sip. "If we go to sit next to you, talk about the heart, maybe you can make me succeed."

"Wen Wo, no matter what you have to do, in general, don't want to hurt Huo Yunxiao!"

Lu Chaoyang suppressed the sound, and the surrounding was lively and embarrassing. They were very close and undetected.

Wenhe smiled and slammed into the ear of Lu Chaoyang, a word, "Can I chase him?"

"No!"

"Wow... I was guessed by me." Wenhe’s lips were slightly raised, and it’s a pity that he’s greedy for Huo Yun’s greedy.

Chen Jiu’s private life is targeted at Huo Yunwei.

It seems that there is a good show today.

At this time, the oath was taking place, and the pastor had already asked the bride smoothly, and now it is the turn of the groom.

"Would you like it?" The old pastor looked at the string with kind eyes.

Mu string slightly sideways, looking at the delicate face under the white tulle.

Not that he is familiar with, not that he likes it.

But this woman, indeed his parents are the most desirable.

Fu Yuhuan did not miss his hesitant line of sight, and his heartbeat began to accelerate. This man, will not come to this time to want to repent?

If this is the case, what face will she have in the future?

"I do not want to!"

After a moment of silence, the chords of the chords slammed into the ground, turned and jumped off the stage, and the big hands were forced to pull, and the boutonniere was discarded to the ground.

"Who loves who?"

He thought that he could accept the reality, and when things arrived, he knew that he was wrong.

Go to his ghost marriage! He only needs one rain and rain!

Sudden changes caused all the guests to stay in the same place, and the scene suddenly picked up.

"If you dare to leave the string, don't regret it!" Fu Yuhuan put the bouquet in his hand on the ground. "Don't come back and ask me!"

"Ah."

Mu string took off his coat while walking, laughing and screaming, and the expensive haute couture suit was stepped on by him.

This silent action is the perfect answer.

Mu’s parents and Fu Yuhuan’s parents also squatted on the spot. How did a good wedding become like this?