"What are you thinking about?" Song Zixin saw Zhuo Yifan lost in thought and asked angrily.
"Ah?" Zhuo Yifan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, quickly shook his head and explained: "It's nothing. I just thought of something, it has nothing to do with you!"
"Humph! Are you thinking of another woman?" Song Zixin hummed with a suspicious look on her face.
"Don't talk nonsense, it's nothing!" Zhuo Yifan felt ashamed, but said seriously on the surface.
Song Zixin didn't believe it. Then she thought of something and asked with wide eyes: "Are you thinking about Teacher Ouyang?"
The girl guessed what was on his mind, and Zhuo Yifan could only shake his head and smile bitterly. He did not deny it, but gently touched Song Zixin's forehead and said lightly: "We will get married tomorrow. From now on, you are me
Zhuo Yifan is the wife of the matchmaker."
Hearing this, Song Zixin wrinkled her cute little nose and suddenly showed a smile: "Of course. I am the empress of the palace. Everyone else is a concubine, and they must listen to me from now on!"
Zhuo Yifan chuckled, shook his head and said, "Don't let them hear what you said!"
When Song Zixin heard this, she couldn't help but stick out her tongue.
Then Zhuo Yifan drove and took Song Zixin back to his villa. It was already late at night, but when he came back, he found that Qing Yan and the little girl were still practicing. It seems that they won't be able to do it until tomorrow morning.
Neither of these two people will wake up!
That night, Song Zixin obediently locked herself in the room and gave Zhuo Yifan to the other sisters. After all, she was going to officially marry Zhuo Yifan tomorrow. Only she had this opportunity to get a formal wedding.
From this point of view, I have taken advantage of my status. But in my heart, I feel that I owe the other girls something.
Early the next morning, Song Zixin was taken to the Xishan Villa by a motorcade. Accompanying her were Ling Xintong and Xia Xiaoyu, the two bridesmaids. Song Yingjie, on the other hand, was going to the Wei family to pick up the bride. Zhuo Yi
Fan made preparations and went to Xishan to pick up Song Zixin at the wedding venue. This was just a formality, but it was also an etiquette rule that must be followed before the wedding. Although Zhuo Yifan felt that it was unnecessary trouble, he still had no choice but to carry it out.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Zhuo Yifan took the two groomsmen who came over, Ling Shaoyu and Shi Zhenxiang, and drove the motorcade towards Xishan. He may not have seen these two best friends for a long time, but this time
The position of best man must be reserved for the two of them! This was also arranged by Song Zixin and other girls early in the morning!
This was the first time that Ling Shaoyu and Shi Zhenxiang saw such a long convoy. Sixteen Mercedes-Benz, sixteen BMW, plus an extended version of the Bugatti Veyron as the number one wedding car, it was so cool! And the people in this car
, are the escorts arranged by the Zhuo family in advance. After all, Zhuo Yifan's wedding is considered a top priority for the Zhuo family, and security issues cannot be ignored. Then there are Li Zekai, Li Lingyun and the remaining daughters.
Xishan, that is not an ordinary place. It is definitely the first time for a wedding car to pick up the bride in the Xishan villa area. It has never happened before. This is Mr. Song marrying his granddaughter. Who else would have retired?
Cadres do not have this special right.
When the convoy of Zhuo Yifan and others arrived outside Xishan Villa, Zhuo Yifan ordered the convoy to stop. He left most of the cars outside the gate, and he followed wedding car No. 1 into the villa area.
When he arrived at Mr. Song's villa, Zhuo Yifan saw Mr. Song standing at the gate with a smile from a distance.