Nangong Island really started to prepare for the wedding seriously. It seemed that compared to catching Brando and finding the secrets of the past, this wedding was the most important thing for them.
Although the incident between Nangong Tou and Jian when she was young was a knot in Yan Xiaoyu's heart, she also knew that in Nangong Tou's heart now, nothing, anyone... might not be as important as herself in his heart.
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So that night, Nangong Tou hugged her and asked, seriously, "Yan Xiaoyu, will you marry me?"
She also replied seriously, "Marry."
Just like that, the proposal and preparations were simple. After many years of twists and turns, she agreed to everything he had with passion and giving between the beds, because to her, he had already become irresistible.
Even the serious look on her face when she proposed marriage was enough to make her remember the desolation for ten thousand years...
"What should I do about the wedding?" As a female pig's trotter, she would also feel melancholy, because after all, it was her first time to participate in such a thing, and it was also her first time to participate in such a wedding on the road, not to mention that the person she was going to marry was someone from the arms industry.
Nangong Tou was famous, so she had to be cautious and ask carefully.
"You just need to be a worry-free bride." Nangong Tou said, not distressed, "In this Nangong Island, you need to be responsible for being beautiful, and you don't need to be responsible for thinking."
Yan Xiaoyu looked like he was in a daze. Soon after he nodded and said that he was lucky to not have to worry, he immediately realized that the guy was insinuating that he had a bad head again, so he angrily relayed the original words, and immediately let Nangong Tou get it.
The crusade of the female compatriots on the island.
"Xiao Tou, we are not trying to prove that your future wife is not good-looking, but you have to explain, which woman on our island is not beautiful and cannot take on the important role of good looks?"
The elders asked with smiles.
Miss Yan also folded her arms and was happy to see Mr. Nangong in distress and distress.----------------
Who knows, Master Tou raised his eyebrows and answered smoothly, "Don't you know that there is something more beautiful, or even incomparable to beauty in this world?"
Indirectly, I praised all the elders. After all, Miss Yan’s baseline of appearance is there. Adding the word “update” is simply the icing on the cake.
Miss Song, Miss Bai and others were happy, so they argued-----------------
"You said Xiaotou is so sweet-tongued and can talk, who does he look like?" Bai Qingcheng asked.
"He must be like his mother and me," Miss Song said, "heredity is a very important thing."
An Yi smiled, "Didn't you say that except when Xiao Tou was a child, he didn't look like you in any way when he grew up? Madam Song's ability to repent is directly proportional to your age!"
"An Yi, when did you become so hurtful to others?" Song Xiaozhi turned around and asked, "Tangtang, please do justice to me."
"They are not alike." Mr. Tang replied neatly and calmly, "If you are close to red, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black. Don't forget, the person Xiao Tou liked to accept and learn from the most was me."
Miss Song was silent, because Miss Tang was really good at hurting people and silencing them recently because of Ye Junqi.
As for Miss Yan, who actually complained and was waiting to see the joke, she could only feel helpless and sighed in her heart - well, don't even take responsibility for her beauty. She simply proved once again that she has lowered the overall appearance of Nangong Island.
value line.
Therefore, there is no doubt that she happily leaves all wedding preparations to the women of Nangong Island.
Three women in one drama, three strong women in one TV series, a bunch of beautiful, strong and capable Nangong Island women are enough to dominate the world. The intensity and luxury of their wedding preparations are no match for Yan Xiaoyu
I can't even imagine it in my life.
However, this way and this method really made her feel that it was really good and good to be cared for, valued, and cared for and taken care of by so many people just for her.
She actually envied Nangong Tou for living in this family. After all, it was because of the indifference of the Jian family and the existence of the evil clan that she created the identity and reality of the black cat.
"Human nature is good, and black cats are the same." An Yi often advised her, "Living in this world, no one is not stained with blood. In fact, you don't have to live in the past, just live with a clear conscience every day, that's all."
She remembered An Yi's words very clearly and took them very seriously. Looking back, she had really worked hard to make amends, help, and do all the good things she could during her years at the FBI.
"Thank you, Aunt An." She looked at An Yi, a woman whose life and suffering had given her wisdom and life, and nodded in gratitude, "I think you will be my lifelong relatives."
An Yi smiled, looking at this serious child, she suddenly missed Xiaoran, and suddenly felt very lonely...
Are you lonely? You must be lonely!
She once liked Ye Ran so much, but she paid for her revenge at the cost of Ye Ran's sacrifice.
She once thought she didn't like Bai Xi, but she gave birth to Xiaoran for him, spent her whole life resisting, and spent half her life in isolation.
She once thought that the person in this generation who needed repayment and dedication the most was Nangong, but she never thought that in the end, what she let down the most was her child, Bai Ran. But now, not only did she make up for it, she even met and stated her debt.
It’s so difficult to change…
"Xiaoyu..." An Yi suddenly spoke up and asked in a low voice, "Can I ask you something?"
"Tell me, Aunt An, as long as I can do it." Xiaoyu promised, a little confused, "What's the matter?"
She smiled, turned around, rummaged around, and handed it to Yan Xiaoyu, which was an ancient music disc with specific era information.
"Can I use this song on the invitation?" An Yi asked, "I remember that two-thirds of our invitations are electronic files and videos, right?"
"Okay, no problem!" Xiaoyu agreed happily, "It's a small matter." But he still couldn't help but ask, "Is this a song made by Aunt An?"
"No, this is a song left to me by a person." An Yi said, with a look of memories, "But this time, I want to use this song to tell another person that this is the end of longing."
"The end of longing?" Xiaoyu still didn't understand.
But without asking any more questions, he turned around, walked back, handed the songs on the CD to the Nangong wedding preparation staff who made the invitation, and then returned to the main villa.