After coming out of the auditorium, the guests outside had already gone to the hotel, and Song Xiang and Yan Han also had to change their clothes and rush over.
After changing out of the too raw wedding dress, Yan Han finally felt relieved.
The hotel chose a quieter indoor garden hotel with a wide lawn area and man-made lakes. It is the top environment in the country.
According to the Yan family's wedding specifications, they should buy an island or a cruise ship, but Song Xiang only wanted to be elegant and elegant, and it was meaningless to be noisy, so she only booked a hotel.
After changing into her toasting clothes and holding Yanhan's arm to toast, she felt a little more like a wife.
When we arrived at Li Ying's table, we were inevitably forced to drink wine.
They shouted in unison, coaxing Yan Yanhan to drink three large glasses of wine. Song Xiang couldn't stop him, but Li Ying came out to protect him.
"What are you doing? If my father is drunk, who will carry him to the bridal chamber at night?"
There was a roar of laughter.
Song Xiang's face suddenly turned red, and she drank wine to hide her embarrassment.
Yan Yanhan whispered in her ear: "Don't worry, carry it, get it, hold on."
She glanced at him quietly and poured half of the wine in her glass into his.
Silly dog, let's deal with your brothers first.
In addition to the usual Yu Tianyu and others, Bo Siyan also arrived.
There were rumors outside that Bo Siyan was married, but Song Xiang had never met him. The first time they met, he was tall and tall, with half of his face covered by the gauze on his little hat. She turned out to be the heroine of a recent hit drama.
When she reached her eyes, the other party opened her veil and blinked at her.
"Mrs. Yan, happy wedding~"
The standard peach blossom eyes and affectionate brows perfectly interpret what it means to be charming and silky. Half of Song Xiang's body was so soft that she didn't even look twice.
Looking further to the side, Bo Siyan can still maintain his dead face, and he seems not to be close to his wife.
She drank the wine with a smile, then turned around and asked Yan Han, "Is there something wrong with Bao Siyan?"
Yan Yanhan twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at Faxiao, who was pretending to be indifferent.
No, there's something wrong with my brain.
Song Xiang pushed him away, naturally he couldn't help but drink from Yan Zhenting.
Fortunately, today's occasion was exactly what Yan Zhenting had originally envisioned Yan Han's wedding should be like, and he was very kind to Song Xiang and gave him all his dignity.
After toasting the elders and guests, they naturally had to return to Li Ying's table, where a group of people noisily persuaded them to drink.
It wasn't until after nine o'clock that Yan Han's face was red from being drunk. Yu Tianyu realized his conscience and rushed into the siege to rescue Yan Han.
Song Xiang caught the man, but it was so heavy that he almost couldn't hold it on. It was only after Yan Song came up to help him that he could barely get into the car.
As soon as she got into the car, the man pulled down the fender and pushed her onto the seat.
Song Xiang exclaimed, "Are you not drunk?"
"I'm not stupid. What's the point of drinking with those single people on our wedding night and winning?"
As he spoke, his face was hot again. Song Xiang raised her hand to rub his face and looked into his hazy eyes.
"My face is getting hot even if I say I'm not stupid."
The man exhaled two breaths of hot breath, moved to the crook of her neck, and kissed her earlobe gently.
"Don't be upset if you go to the old house tonight."
Song Xiang knew about this. The old man's only request for the wedding was that they had to return to their old house three days before the wedding, and the rest was free.
Anyway, their courtyard is independent, so there is no hindrance. In order for the wedding to go smoothly, the old man even sent Yan Zhenzhen abroad.