Yanhan's aesthetics have always been online, and the clothes and shoes she picked were both good. The two of them kept talking and tried on all the clothes.
When they were dressed and stood together, they matched perfectly.
Song Xiang walked to the mirror and turned around twice. She liked the white dress very much.
Yan Han stood behind her with his hands in his pockets, his eyes were deep and he circled her body twice, thinking that if this dress was a wedding dress, it would be good too.
"After attending this wedding, we..."
Click.
The door was pushed open from the outside, and Yan Song walked in hurriedly.
He was interrupted in the middle of his stern cold words, looking displeased.
Yan Song noticed his young master's mood and cleared his throat, "Master, there is a phone at the old house."
Yan Zhenting?
Song Xiang also turned around and took a look. Since the last time the old man gave away all his belongings to Yan Han, he has basically not appeared again. Why did he suddenly get a call?
"Stay here, I'll come right after I answer the phone."
"good."
Yan Han went out.
Song Xiang was a little worried, so she simply changed her clothes and waited for Yan Han to come back.
About ten minutes later, Yan Han came in from outside, his expression as usual.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay, it's just an internal family matter." He said easily.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would have to pick out gifts tomorrow, so he wouldn't be too rude tomorrow.
Yan Han saw that she had changed her clothes and swallowed the words that were about to come to her mouth.
Some words still need to have an atmosphere.
Seeing that Song Xiang was about to pick out a gift, he leaned against the door and teased her: "Mrs. Lao has taken the trouble."
Song Xiang bit her lip, glanced at him, and walked past him, "Who is your wife?"
After saying that, she suddenly stepped forward and kissed him on the lips.
Severe and cold.
Song Xiang: "What are you looking at? Madam can't kiss you?"
Yan Han felt itchy at the base of his teeth and wanted to catch her, but she had already run away as slippery as a fish.
Tsk——
I have to find some time to cheer up my husband.
…
Jun Yi is a rookie in Qincheng. He is from the fourth generation. He is young and has good grades. He has brought the Jun family, which was already on the decline, back on the right track.
On the wedding day, almost everyone Qin Cheng could talk to was present.
Yan Han and Song Xiang showed up, and they still stood out. They were watched by the media the whole time, and the popularity completely overwhelmed the newcomers.
"Follow me, don't run around."
After entering the venue, Yan Han warned Song Xiang for the third time.
Song Xiang pouted, "I'm an adult."
Yan Han held her hand tightly and said, "Don't make trouble, this is not the imperial capital."
"Isn't it your territory?" Song Xiang whispered.
Yan Han hugged her and said: "A strong dragon will not overwhelm a local snake."
Hey, I have to wear a strong dragon hat for myself.
Song Xiang was joking, but he acted very cautiously, following Yan Han without running around.
She intended to look for Rong Boye in the venue, but after looking around, there was no trace of the Rong family at all. Logically speaking, the Jun family knew that Rong Boye was in Qincheng and would definitely invite him, unless Rong Boye himself did not come.
As soon as I sat down, several well-established people came up to say hello.
There was a rich girl from a group, a sweet little girl named Huan Huan, who insisted on dragging Song Xiang to see the bride.
The little girl was quite lovable, and Song Xiang was a little curious, so she winked at Yan Han and passed away.
Yan Han watched her walk away and calmly asked someone to follow her.
"I heard that the bride is so aggressive that she dares to hit Jun Yi on the head with a wine bottle." Huan Huan pulled Song Xiang to the bride's lounge, talking all the way.