Yu Yao does not like lively people. The wedding she imagined when she was a girl was also simple and warm. It is enough to be present as long as the closest relatives and friends are present. There is no need to be a grand event and let the whole world know.

But after having Aye, she wanted the wedding to be the most grand and grand, turning this day into his profound imprint, covering the long loneliness of the past, and giving him more blessings and stability.

Rong Ye doesn't like the excitement. He dreamed of countless weddings, only he and Yaoyao, cut off the next section, her hair tied tightly with her own, and promised her life in the candlelight.

But his Yaoyao must stand in the brightest place of light, not just trapped in his arms, his female star must marry with a bright light.

The wedding venue was chosen in a long-standing island. Yu Yao's words "Welcome to see" at the award ceremony were not a casual empty talk, but Rongye made it a reality.

In addition to friends, colleagues in the circle, the World Friendship, partners and media of Rongjia Group, Rongye opened a channel for wedding guests to the public based on the allowance that the island can accommodate.

Regardless of the year, the number of movie ticket stubs or online booking records starring Yu Yao in the past is sorted as a voucher. As long as the visa can be resolved and it is within the island's accommodation, all costs will be borne, and extravagant souvenirs will be included.

Of course, Rong Ershao also said that CP fans are preferred.

Overnight, the number of fans of Baiyu CP and Honor CP super talks soared, and they reached the top of the CP list in one fell swoop. Whoever dares to say a popular CP fans in the domestic entertainment industry secretly wiped tears and complained that Rong Ye was too scheming. He had some reason to make them envious and insomnia.

The entire network is crazily posting ticket stubs and screenshots. If anyone dares to disguise himself as a photo, he will be directly caught by fans and excluded from the screening.

Even the marketing account that had scolded Yu Yao before secretly scribbling out a few wrinkled and worn movie tickets, and he dared to call the official blog of the group, but he was publicly replied: "Those who have hurt our wife are not qualified, please respect yourself."

A simple and clear line of words has caused another stir. Good guys, no one needs Rong Ershao to come out to express his opinion in person. The group official has a few cold words, and the effect is as close as tons of dog food.

Three days before the wedding, Rong Ye took Yu Yao to the island in advance.

Yu Yao only knew about the process and arrangement in advance. Except for the location and dress and jewelry she made her own decisions, the other Aye Shen didn't say it mysteriously, and she also refused to ask questions.

She was almost curious and unknowingly pulled off a small pile of white hairs from the mangoes.

Finally, when I arrived at the island, the weather changed from cooler to warmer after flying. Yu Yao took off her shawl as soon as she got off the plane and wore only a lotus-colored suspender skirt that was long enough to her ankles. The slightly wet wind blew her hair.

As soon as a slender white shoulder and neck were exposed, the man wrapped his hands and carried her into his arms to block the dazzling warmth of her body.

Yu Yao laughed at him: "Look, everyone wears less clothes on the island, you are the stingiest."

Rong Ye raised his eyebrows: "This is not the stingy, just lock you up."

Yu Yao bent her eyes at him face to face, dragging her tone: "How to turn it off? Let's hear it."

Rong Ye put her slightly messy hair behind her ears, held her smile, stared at her and asked in a low voice: "Don't worry, aren't you afraid? I'm serious."

Yu Yao took a half step forward, put her chin on his shoulders and hugged his waist: "Aye, I have been surrounded by you for a long time. It's the same for me. If you want to come true, then I will accompany you."

She touched him on the cheek: "With you here, what am I afraid of?"

Rong Ye lowered his eyes and hugged her tightly, and the smile marks he deliberately put away could no longer be held back.

From childhood to adulthood, he was obsessed with the desire to take Yu Yao for himself. He thought so many times that if one day he really got it, he would hide her in a place where only him and tie all her connections to the world to him alone.

But when she really waited for this moment, she opened her softest arms and patiently wiped away his anger, giving him a nest that no longer has to panic.

Rong Ye grabbed Yu Yao's hand and said, "Okay, go and see the house that locks you up."

He took Yu Yao directly to the last place she wanted to live as an unmarried girl the night before the wedding.

The most conspicuous steeplet castle on the island.

Yu Yao looked up at the buildings that only appeared in movies and fairy tales, and asked him in shock: "Don't you stay in a hotel? Can I... sleep here?"

Rongye stood in the sunshine of a foreign island, with long ink eyelashes plated with broken gold, and asked for his own sake: "Just sleep here, my princess is not supposed to start from the castle?"

The day before the wedding, Yu Yao officially settled in the castle. The photographer and the stylist were busy inside and outside, and there were also many people in the bridesmaid group. Although Song Lan is not young, she is still unmarried and elegant and beautiful. She gives her a face to be a bridesmaid. Xu Luoqing rushed over from abroad, hugged her and sighed for a long time, and also occupied the seat with tears in her eyes.

Song Lan has been an agent for many years and has been very storms and waves. She still couldn't help but say to Yu Yao: "No matter how high the status in the circle is, I have experienced it. No matter how willing to spend money on weddings, I really don't have such a thing. Yaoyao and Rongye have the absolute ceiling."

Yu Yao was trying on makeup and raised her eyebrows magnificently: "We Aye, no matter what aspect, it is the ceiling."

According to conventional rules, the groom could not meet the bride the night before, and Yu Yao did not expect to meet Rong Ye, as he was busy with more.

At night, everyone rested in other rooms one after another, waiting to get up in the early morning to change her clothes and put on makeup. She also returned to the "bool waiting to marry" specially arranged for her to spend her last girlish night.

Yu Yao leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the unclosed window, and then she realized that her heart was beating hard, and she was shaking in the night.

I have done everything with him and have already received the marriage certificate, but as the wedding approaches, I still feel nervous and at a loss.

Yu Yao hugged the pillow and buried her face on it.

Miss him.

Want to see him.

What rules are there? Why can't we meet again?

Yu Yao bit her lip and took out her cell phone to call Rong Ye, but no one answered until she hanged up automatically. When she called again for the second time, she suddenly heard a vague ringtone coming from outside the window, wrapped in the slightly sweet night wind.

She was stunned, suddenly got up and got out of bed, and ran towards the round and arched carved window.

The thin curtain was blown up by the wind, like the hem of the skirt.

Almost at the same time, a slender figure stained by the moonlight broke through the night and stepped onto her windowsill like a god descending from the sky.

He could not see the protective gear on his body, his long legs were bent, and he half-kneeled at her, and he smiled at her unscrupulously, "How can such a good princess not have a knight who climbed the window in the middle of the night?"

Yu Yao felt that her blood pressure was soaring, so she hurriedly grabbed him and pulled him into her arms. Somehow she cried a little: "Why don't you walk well? It's so dangerous! If you are not afraid, I am still afraid!"

Rong Ye hugged her freely, protected her on her chest, rolled down on the floor half-empty and half-true, pressing her up with her lips: "I have to give my wife some excitement on the night of the wedding."

He rubbed her cheeks: "It's a bad rule to go to the main door. What if God sees it and takes away my happiness, so he can only jump out of the window."

Yu Yao was so angry that she pushed him: "Then can't you wait for tomorrow? There are only a few hours left! What if you fall!"

Rong Ye slowly straightened her long hair with his fingers: "I can't wait, I must see it now. Don't be afraid, I can't fall. What I skipped in the army before was more dangerous than this. I'm not going to walk in front of you."

He lowered his head and kissed her in the eyebrows: "Don't you miss me?"

"Why call me," he asked intently, "do you want to see me too?"

Yu Yao hit his dark eyes, grabbed his short hair, gave up his toughness, and pinched his neck with punishment: "I think, no rules need to be followed, and no one can take away yours."

"But Rongye," she was slightly angry, "No such thing is allowed. No one cares about you in the past, and I can't reach what you do, but in the future you are my husband, and you will never take risks seriously if you dare to take risks, I--"

Rong Ye leaned over to kiss her, and said softly, "Wife, don't talk to me harshly...I'll listen to you."

He stared at her and asked indulgently: "What should I do if I jumped in? My wife can only hold me."

Yu Yao held his back with lingering fear, touched the tide condensed by the sea breeze on him, bit his neck, and wanted to cry.

He may still not be clear enough.

His safety, his person, is to her, how important is it.

Rong Ye carried Yu Yao to the bed, wrapped it in a quilt, and kissed her gently: "Don't panic, I'll sleep with you. When you wake up tomorrow morning, I'll pick you up."

Yu Yao was originally nervous and had no sleepiness, but she lay on his arm, relaxed for no reason, and arched into his neck, and soon lost consciousness.

When she woke up by Song Lan knocking on the door, she was empty, with only a small flower unique to the island pressing against the pillow.

Yu Yao laughed while holding this flower, and she was full of energy in the whole process of applying makeup in the morning.

The photographer was admiring while taking pictures. Song Lan couldn't help but take a few raw photos and posted them on Weibo. Before she could see the rapid increase in remarks, she heard someone shouting "It's almost time." Then she was attracted by the sound of the constant approaching outside.

Xu Luoqing lay beside the window and said "Fuck" without any image: "Helicopter is here to pick up his wife?!"

As soon as Yu Yao put down her veil, she hurriedly lifted it up and turned her head to look. She saw a little upper edge of the helicopter.

Her pulse was vibrating and she couldn't help but pinch her wrist.

Someone hurriedly put her veil down and half covered her cheeks. She breathed faster, her fingertips and ears were bleeding, and she automatically eliminated other sounds. Only Rong Ye's footsteps were heard, passing through the road and obstructing her, and walking straight to her door.

No one can stop him.

This life has gone to the present, to the future and the end. No matter how many thorns are, it is impossible to stop him.

Rong Ye smiled, without any reservation, knelt on the edge of the bed with one knee, picked up his wife with both hands and left.

The group of bridesmaids behind were completely unable to react. When they were all on the helicopter, a group of talents kicked and chased after him, and could only watch the bride being held hostage by her legal husband.

Yu Yao's wedding dress was almost covered with the cabin. She hooked Rong Ye's collar and asked for a complaint with a smile: "You are too mobilizing!"

The spire of the castle gradually moved away from her feet. Rong Ye leaned into kissing her plump red lips, the light in her eyes was particularly eye-catching, arrogant and gentle: "How can the princess get married, and she doesn't have enough pomp?"
Chapter completed!