Fu Qinwen's lively figure gradually drifted away. Wenjing withdrew her gaze and asked Yan Zao with a smile: "Do you want to change your best man to a small scene?"

Yan Zao shook his head, "No."

She smiled, and had a plan in her heart.

Wenjing didn't see what Yan Zao was thinking. She guessed with uncertainty, "I think Wenwen likes Xiao Jing?"

Her aunt's smile appeared on her face.

Yan Zao: "..."

Does such an obvious thing take so long to feel?

The first snow in Sucheng this year came neither early nor late. The heating in the house was particularly comfortable. I sat quietly on the fluffy floor mat, leaning my head on Zhou Sicheng's arm, and looking at the snow outside through the floor-to-ceiling window.

It's two days before their wedding.

During this period, Wen Jing has gained a lot of weight because her skin is fair and fatter, and she is a little fatter and cute.

Zhou Sicheng has become a habit of pinching Wen Jing's arms.

But pregnant women are really hard to serve and have a big temper.

So, if he wanted to peel an orange, he had to pull off all the white silk on the orange. It would be bare. He could have peeled an orange.

Zhou Sicheng handed the orange to Wenjing, and suddenly a WeChat message came from the phone that was placed aside. Zhou Sicheng picked up the phone, Wenjing's eyes also glanced over and saw the notes of 'Siyuan'.

The light in her eyes became darker. Without seeing how Zhou Sicheng replied to Lin Siyuan, she lowered her head and peeled two oranges and stuffed them into her mouth.

The day after tomorrow, their wedding was coming. She is now pregnant with his child, and her ex is just sending a message. What's so sad about her?

Wenjing stuffed oranges into her mouth one by one, stuffing her mouth full, and convinced herself not to mind.

Why are oranges getting more and more sour?

All the sour tears are coming out.

Suddenly, the man's hand was around from behind, hugging her waist, and the voice rang above her, "What are you looking at?"

He seemed to have not noticed Wen Jing's depressed mood yet.

But the gentle voice was like a hand that reached into Wenjing's heart and moved away the big stone that was blocking his heart.

She raised the remaining orange in her hand and sent it to Zhou Sicheng's mouth, "This orange is so sour."

Zhou Sicheng opened his mouth and ate the oranges, chewed them, and frowned, "How could it be so sweet?"

Wenjing said lightly: "Oh, that must be jealous."

Zhou Sicheng then realized that he smiled and said, "Then I'll give you another candy."

As he said that, he picked up Wenjing's face and kissed her on the lips.

Wen Jing's face turned red, she pushed Zhou Sicheng away, and turned her face away, "Bored."

Zhou Sicheng hugged her waist again, lowered his head and chin to hit her shoulder, and breathed gently in her ear.

The teasing is quiet and numb.

Wenjing twisted her body, broke away from Zhou Sicheng, and then looked at him and said, "I'll tell you something that makes you happy."

Her eyes were bright and as clear as the child's eyes.

Zhou Sicheng held her face again and asked, "What's the matter?"

Wenjing said: "Ville is coming to sing for our wedding."

After saying that, she raised her chin and looked proud.

Zhou Sicheng thought he had heard it wrong and frowned: "What's the matter?"

How is that possible?

Wen Jing repeated clearly, "Ville is coming to our wedding."

Zhou Sicheng felt that Wenjing was teasing him, "My silly girl, aren't you making me happy, are you?"

He rubbed Wenjing's face with both hands, which was fleshy and felt really good.

Wen Jing pouted, "Wei'er is coming, you seem to be happier than marrying me?"

"That's impossible!" Zhou Sicheng kissed Wen Jing's forehead again.

Wen Jing snorted coldly, "You can't even hide your happiness."

Zhou Sicheng waved his hand disdainfully, "Don't call her here, I don't welcome you."

Wen Jing raised her eyebrows, "Really?"

Zhou Sicheng nodded with certainty, "Really."

"Zhou Sicheng."

Wenjing suddenly became serious and serious, and Zhou Sicheng was a little nervous, "What's wrong?"

Wenjing said: "You can chase stars. I allow Weier. Let's be her fan club together, protect her and love her."

After saying that, she plunged into Zhou Sicheng's arms and took the initiative to wrap her hands around his waist.

Zhou Sicheng almost burst into tears after a sudden touch. He hugged Wen Jing tightly, "Bao, you are really great."

Wen Jing raised her face and warned seriously, "No actresses except Weier are allowed to chase after them."

Zhou Sicheng nodded and promised, "That's a must. Weier, I chased her because of basketball. I think she is mysterious and miraculous."

Wenjing agreed very much, "Yes, she is amazing, I love her so much."

Their family's morning.

Zhou Sicheng hugged Wenjing tightly. He felt that Wenjing was loving the house and was moved so much that he swore that he would love the woman in front of him all his life.

It's really touching.

...

Vice Team Zhou’s wedding must have been a sensation. Wen Jing’s wedding dress was changed to a slightly loose one because of her pregnancy, which was a little more conservative than before.

Early in the morning, Wen Weiping's eyes turned red, and even Xu Ningyue didn't dare to mess with him. When he brought Wenjing to Zhou Sicheng's hand, he could hardly speak and only patted Zhou Sicheng's shoulder deeply.

Xu Ningyue saw her husband crying for the first time. She was really so hard that she was so touched and funny.

She also shed tears.

Xu Meihong handed Xu Ningyue a tissue and rubbed her eyes herself. She looked at the stage and noticed the bridesmaid standing beside Wen Jing. "That bridesmaid looks familiar."

Yan Zao told her directly, "Fu Qinwen."

Upon hearing this, Xu Meihong's face changed, "Why is it her?"

The atmosphere became a little cold.

Xu Meihong looked at Yan Yuanjing again and said, "Xiao Jing, you can call her to our table to have dinner later."

Yan Yuanjing replied to Xu Meihong with a cold face, "I no longer contact her."

Xu Meihong hurriedly explained, "Xiao Jing, don't get me wrong, I want to apologize to her."

Yan Yuanjing was cold and cold: "No need."

The incident of Xu Meihong going to Fu Qinwen's house to make trouble is the eternal gap between Yan Yuanjing and Xu Meihong's heart.

The 18-year-old girl was wearing a white short skirt and bridesmaid suit. Because the high school study task was too heavy, she had already cut her short hair on her neck, so she had no way to do her hairstyle, so she wore a hairband and put on light makeup that suited her, which made Yan Yuanjing look refreshed.

The formal link is mixed with entertainment links.

Today's best man is congratulations. He is LY's deputy team and his presence is inevitably very strong. The host walked up to the congratulations and said with a smile: "I heard that our best man doesn't have a girlfriend yet."

There was a stir in the audience.

Congratulations on being a man who was not nervous. He took the microphone and replied to the host, "Do you want to introduce me to one on the spot?"

The host smiled mysteriously, walked to Fu Qinwen and asked, "Does the bridesmaid have a boyfriend?"

After all, Fu Qinwen is a little girl. She has never seen such a big scene before. She is a little embarrassed, but she is not nervous when she answers, "I am still a high school student, so I beg my uncle to let it go."
Chapter completed!