Shengxia came in with Qin Lang's hand, because the people from the Sheng family had already died in that fire back then, so naturally no one could hold Shengxia anymore.

If Xu Tingxiu was there, Xu Tingxiu could still be the brother of Shengxia. Even back then, Xu Qingcheng thought that Xu Tingxiu and Shengxia might be together, but now things change.

Xu Qingcheng didn't say anything, she hid such emotions very well. She looked at the remaining summer, and the summer seemed to be as smiling as a flower, but in such a smile, Xu Qingcheng knew clearly that her smile was not in her eyes.

"Do you like it?" Suddenly, Bo Zhifu's voice came in a low voice.

Xu Qingcheng came to his senses and looked at Bo Zhifu, calmly: "What do I like?"

"I'm watching you keep staring at Shengxia. I like her wedding dress design? If I like it, I'll bring the designer." Bo Zhifu said it directly.

Xu Qingcheng shook his head: "I don't like it. I just looked at Mr. Qin and Mrs. Qin, and suddenly I felt that it was not so compatible."

"Can you see this?" Bo Zhixu asked directly.

Xu Qingcheng said it casually: "The smile is not enough to reach the bottom of his eyes, it is not because he is so willing on the surface."

"That's their business, and it has nothing to do with us." Bo Zhiqiu said directly.

Xu Qingcheng said nothing after mourning. Xu Qingcheng would not expose what Shengxia didn’t want to do. But only Shengxia was willing to say what Shengxia was doing.

Xu Qingcheng could also guess the sporadic news that Bo Zhifu knew before, and the situation in midsummer should be much more complicated than he thought.

Thinking of this, Xu Qingcheng became quiet, and Bo Zhifu kept maintaining the same posture to protect Xu Qingcheng.

The wedding was held as scheduled, romantic and beautiful, and any woman present could be moved. Only Xu Qingcheng, who was so quiet that it was like watching a movie without emotions.

Until the wedding came to an end, holding flowers in midsummer. That was the most anticipated part of the women on the scene - throwing flowers.

Because I received the bouquet of flowers left by the bride, this means that the next person to get married will be himself, so naturally many people are ready to move.

Xu Qingcheng is married and is seven months pregnant, so under such circumstances, Xu Qingcheng ignored the participation in such a lively manner, but stood quietly and subconsciously placed his hands on his stomach.

But perhaps because he was infected by the atmosphere on the scene, Xu Qingcheng's eyes unconsciously looked towards the direction of Shengxia, not for a moment.

"Do you want it?" Bo Zhifu's hands naturally hugged Xu Qingcheng's waist and asked in a low voice.

"What?" Xu Qingcheng was stunned, a little confused.

Bo Zhifu said clearly: "Holding flowers in your hand."

Xu Qingcheng was even more surprised and looked at Bo Zhiqiu incredible: "The flowers in your hand are for the unmarried girl. I got them. She will be the next person to get married. What did I do?"

Looking at the direction of the summer, Xu Qingcheng simply hoped that the smile of the summer now was real. No matter what the situation was, she wanted to be happy in the summer.

It is not really necessary to attack the bouquet, but obviously Bo Zhifu misunderstood. When faced with Bo Zhifu's problem, Xu Qingcheng explained it seriously.

But Bo Zhifu smiled silently, with a shallow smile in his eyebrows and eyes, and then he became serious: "We haven't held a wedding yet, you have got it. You are the next person to hold the wedding, that's right."

Xu Qingcheng felt that he was unable to react by Bo Zhifu's fallacy.

She compared her belly: "Mr. Bo, do you think I can still grab a bouquet of flowers from a group of slim and flexible girls like this? Even if I really want to, I will never dare."

If you really go, it will destroy the atmosphere and scare people. Xu Qingcheng would not have done such a thing.
Chapter completed!