"Daddy!" Yi Qian immediately rushed forward and slapped Yi Beihan on the face.

She can only say a few simple words, daddy, mommy, brother, grandpa.

Yi Beihan raised his wrist and looked at the time, then turned to Xia Yan and said, "Baby, it's time."

A group of people hurriedly made their own preparations.

The bridesmaid was naturally Chu Weiwei. She had just changed her clothes and came out of the dressing room when she saw a silhouette standing next to the full-length mirror.

There was a flash of darkness in his eyes, and he turned around to leave.

"slight!"

Mo Jianyan called her, with a smile on his face, "Wei Wei, I know you like this kind of wedding very much. When we get married, how about it be as grand as this?"

"Boring!" Chu Wei rolled his eyes at him, "You won't be the one I want to marry!"

After saying that, he immediately left.

Mo Jieyan paused for a moment and then walked towards the church.

The guests are basically domestic celebrities, so they are all picked up by special planes, and now they are all here.

The wedding march slowly played, and amid laughter and laughter, everyone was eagerly waiting for the bride and groom to enter.

"Today's bride and groom, Mr. Yi Beihan and Ms. Murong Xiayan, are invited to enter!"

The white wooden door opened slowly, and dazzling white light instantly flowed in. Then, in the light, everyone saw Xia Yan, dressed in a luxurious wedding dress, slowly walking into the flower arch with a tall figure on her arm.

Behind them, Yi Shen and Mo Yue held up their extra-long skirts, and Yi Qian beside them, her little body swaying, followed them forward in small steps.

The crowd suddenly erupted in exclamations.

A few months ago, Yi Beihan announced that the wedding would be held in this medieval castle in Italy.

Celebrities from all over the world have long known that the wedding dress worn by the bride of the young Chinese tycoon Yi Beihan was custom-made by Dior's skilled craftsmen who took 1,500 hours to make it, plus a diamond crown, necklace and diamond ring, and the whole outfit.

The conservative price is more than 30 million.

There are also a thousand luxury cars...

Many people crowded their heads just to see how luxurious this world-famous wedding was.

What's even more exciting is that some media released news that this rich man built more than a dozen Hope Primary Schools in the name of his wife.

"Wow, the groom is so handsome, so handsome!"

"The bride is the same, she seems like a fairy descending to earth!"

"I'm so envious, the bride is so happy..."

The sounds around him seemed to have disappeared. Xia Yan held Yi Beihan's arm tightly with her fingers, trembling slightly.

Yi Beihan glanced slightly sideways, "Baby, don't be nervous, I'm here for everything."

Xia Yan tried his best to breathe a sigh of relief, held Yi Beihan's arm firmly, and walked forward slowly.

An old Italian priest in a white robe stood in the middle and asked solemnly.

"Mr. Yi Beihan, are you willing to marry Ms. Murong Xiayan as your wife, stay with her through life and death, never leave her, be loyal to her, and love her forever?"

Yi Beihan glanced sideways and looked deeply at Xia Yan, "I do!"

"Ms. Murong Xiayan, are you willing to marry Mr. Yi Beihan? No matter life, old age, sickness or death, you will never leave him!"

"I do!"

Xia Yan trembled slightly as she watched the tall and perfect man in front of her slowly lean over and plant a cherished kiss on her lips.

"I do, I love you, Xia Yan!"

A burst of loud applause suddenly broke out from the crowd...

No one would notice that sitting in the corner of the farthest row of benches was a man dressed in black.
Chapter completed!