Time flies like a flash, and December has entered unknowingly, and it is unknowingly the day of Su Ye and Xia Ning’s wedding. Although it is mid-winter, the sun shines on the wedding day and the temperature rises. An Zhisu feels that this day
The temperature is the whole
The warmest day in winter.
An Zhisu and Ye Lancheng got up early one morning, and after a little breakfast at home, they changed into their dresses. Song Jiaren came to pick up An Zhisu to go to Xia's house. They were invited by Xia Ning to be her bridesmaid today.
So go to Xia’s house first.
As for Ye Lancheng, he was Su Ye's best man, which was a long time ago. Therefore, after An Zhisu was taken away by Song Jiaren, he also set out to the Su family and would go to the Xia family to pick up his bride with Su Ye.
Xia Ning, the bride, was also taken out of bed early in the morning and had breakfast at home according to customs. After dinner, the styling group invited by Su Ye arrived and began to put on complicated makeup.
When An Zhisu and Song Jiaren came to the Xia family, the Xia family was already full of relatives of the seven aunts and aunts. Xia Jingze was originally hosting the relatives with his parents, but when he saw them, he immediately threw down a bunch of relatives and ran away.
come over.
"Little sister-in-law." Xia Jingze exaggeratedly: "Little sister-in-law is so beautiful today."
"You are also very handsome today." An Zhisu smiled.
Xia Jingze is extremely narcissistic: "I am very handsome every day, but today is very handsome. Oh, Brother Ye must be afraid that I will steal his limelight if he doesn't invite me as his best man."
Song Jiaren rolled his eyes: "Are you stupid? You are Xia Ning's younger brother? Can someone ask you to be your best man? Will you laugh at others with big teeth?"
"I want you to tell me!" Xia Jingze retorted: "Severe tongue woman!"
"Narcissist!" Song Jiaren retorted bluntly.
"Spiritual tongue woman!"
"narcissism!"
An Zhisu held his forehead speechlessly and came again. She was too lazy to care about these two naive ghosts, so she went to find Xia Ning by herself.
When An Zhisu walked into Xia Ning's room, Xia Ning's makeup had already been put on. Seeing her coming, Xia Ning smiled slightly: "Here is here, where is the beauty?"
"She and Jing Ze are quarreling downstairs." An Zhisu walked towards her. Today, Xia Ning was very beautiful, with exquisite makeup, and more beautiful than a star.
Xia Ning was a little helpless. The happy enemies didn't quarrel when they met. It seemed like they hadn't met each other.
"Miss Xia, are you changing your wedding dress now?" the stylist asked after she finished styling her completely.
Xia Ning waved his hand: "Let's wait, it's still early. You guys go out first, I want to take a rest."
The styling ball responded, and after they all went out, the room became much quieter.
An Zhisu praised: "Sister Xia Ning, you are so beautiful today."
Xia Ning looked at herself in the mirror with a smile on her face, but the smile did not touch her eyes. At least An Zhisu did not see that she showed the happiness that the bride should have.
An Zhisu didn't want to mention Xia Ning's past. She heard Ye Lancheng say a little while and knew that Xia Ning had a boyfriend when she was in college, but later she died of illness for some reason, as if it was related to Su Ye.
Xia Ning is Su Ye's persistence in his youth, but Su Ye is a life that Xia Ning can't escape. She didn't really want to marry Su Ye, but she had to marry. For Xia Ning, this was a sad wedding.
When Song Jiaren was having a good time with Xia Jingze, An Zhisu and Xia Ning were talking. As soon as Song Jiaren came in, she poured herself a glass of water to drink. She and Xia Jingze had a quarrel so hard that her mouth was thirsty.
After drinking the water, she ran to look at Xia Ning and couldn't help but praise: "It's so beautiful. As expected, the most beautiful day in a woman's life is the day when she is a bride."
Xia Ning smiled and said, "You can just talk to me now, are you going to please your future sister-in-law?"
Song Jiaren:...
What the hell is your future sister-in-law?
An Zhisu burst into laughter.
Song Jiaren reacted and immediately defended: "Don't get me wrong, I have no relationship with that narcissist Xia Jingze."
"Haha, it seems like I want to have something to do with you." Xia Jingze suddenly appeared at the door like a ghost, just taking over what Song Jiaren said.
Song Jiaren was startled and turned around and glared at him: "Are you finished? If you don't come down to greet your relatives, why are you following me?"
"Which eye did you see me following you? Please stop being narcissistic?" Xia Jingze started to argue with her again.
Hearing that the two of them started again, An Zhisu and Xia Ning looked at each other, and then shook their heads in a funny way. The authorities were confused and the bystanders were clear.
The two of them were arguing that the people from the styling group came in again. The chief stylist asked in a daze: "Sir Ze, didn't you come up to notify Miss Xia to change your wedding dress?"
Xia Jingze:...
Xia Jingze slapped her forehead and glared at Song Jiaren and said, "It's all your fault, I forgot the serious business. That sister, please change your wedding dress quickly, Brother Ye and the others have already set off."
Song Jiaren cut and said, "I blame others for my pig brain."
Xia Jingze did not argue with Song Jiaren again this time, and after that, he quickly went downstairs. He had to arrange other things.
The styling group came in to help Xia Ning change her wedding dress. The style of the wedding dress was modified. The finished product was more perfect than the design drawings drawn by An Zhisu, and it was even more beautiful when worn on Xia Ning.
Song Jiaren said jealously: "Zhisu baby, I don't care. When I get married, you will also design a wedding dress for me."
"Isn't this what we agreed on when we were young?" An Zhisu said, looking at Xia Ning's wedding dress.
Song Jiaren said resentfully: "We have agreed to get married together. Have you abandoned me and joined Mr. Ye's arms."
An Zhisu:...
Do you have such a good memory? Why doesn’t she remember having such an agreement?
"Okay, okay, don't complain. The groom is coming soon. Have you thought about how to block the door? I heard that the bridesmaids are responsible for blocking the door." An Zhisu Shunmao changed the topic.
"I dare not stop Su Ye." Song Jiaren's head shook like a rattle. She was desperate and dared to stop Su Ye's door.
An Zhisu said: "Signify it, you must always have a wedding atmosphere."
Song Jiaren is timid and will never do anything.
An Zhisu said: "Then I'll search for a harmless little game online."
As he said that, he took out his mobile phone and went to Baidu to search for the wedding door-blocking game. Netizens were very enthusiastic. The answers to such questions were varied. An Zhisu picked a small game called "Your Lip Print" for Song Jiaren to show.
Song Jiaren looked at it and said that the game was very simple. It was to find a piece of white paper, find a few people to apply lipstick of the same color as the bride, and print many lipstick marks on the white paper, so that the groom could guess which lip mark was the bride.
Yes, if you guess correctly, you can enter
, if you guess wrong, you will be punished.
"This game is OK." After watching it, Song Jiaren became interested. She felt that it would not make things too difficult for Su Ye, but also increased the fun, so she immediately went to find the blank paper.
It’s easy to find white paper, but it’s easy to find girls. There are four or five girls in the styling group, and it’s enough for her and Song Jiaren. The stylist put the girls on the same lipstick as Xia Ning, and in the end everyone was on the white paper.
There was no rule or order on the lip mark, which made it very confusing. She mixed Xia Ning's lip marks into it. Xia Ning took a look and almost couldn't find which one was hers.