The wedding of Su Shoudao and He Yingxiu is about to kick off.
Mother and daughter He Yingxiu and Su Ruoli, who lived in the He family villa, got up early before five o'clock in the morning. The makeup artist arranged by Song Wanting also arrived on time and began to put makeup on them.
Su Shoudao, who lived in Buckingham Palace, had already started to get up and change clothes at this time.
According to the normal practice of getting married, Su Shoudao had to make the groom's appearance early in the morning, and then, together with his best man and the wedding car team, went to He's house to pick up the bride.
Since the wedding was not notified to the outside world, Su Shoudao only invited his son Su Zhifei to be his best man.
Su Zhifei, who had completely changed his past, was happy that his father's relationship had found a true home, so naturally he readily agreed to his request.
Just after five o'clock, the wedding convoy that Ye Chen had arranged in advance had already tied up bouquets of flowers and was waiting to set off downstairs at the Buckingham Palace Hotel.
At this moment, at the Purple Mountain Villa on the top of the Purple Mountain in Jinling.
Lin Wan'er had already finished washing and dressing up early. She was sitting alone in the yard with the door open, admiring the misty morning scenery of the Purple Mountain and boiling a pot of Pu'er tea over a slow fire.
Following the last experience of meeting Ye Chen in Tomson's first-level basement, Lin Wan'er didn't go out again in the past two days, not even the top floor of Purple Mountain Villa.
Sister Xian came up with a wooden basket. Seeing that the door of Lin Wan'er's courtyard was open, she asked in surprise: "Why did Miss Lin get up so early today?"
Lin Wan'er nodded slightly, smiled slightly, and said, "I get up very early on weekdays, but I don't usually start making tea so early."
Sister Xian placed the basket in front of Lin Wan'er, half-knelt in front of her, and opened the basket. Inside were some exquisite-looking refreshments.
Sister Xian picked up the plate with tea snacks and carefully placed it next to Lin Wan'er's teapot. She said respectfully: "Ms. Lin, this is the tangerine peel Pu'er cake you mentioned yesterday. The pastry chef at home has never made it before. According to you,
This is the first time I try the method mentioned. I don’t know if it suits your taste. Please try it and see.”
Lin Wan'er nodded, gently pinched a piece with her slender white fingers, put the five fingers of her other hand together in the shape of an ingot and placed it under her lips, and took a small bite.
Sister Xian on the side looked at Lin Wan'er nervously, wondering if this unfathomable eldest lady liked her.
Lin Wan'er tasted it lightly, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then gradually relaxed.
Sister Xian watched from the side and couldn't help but sigh in her heart: "Miss Lin is indeed stunningly beautiful. Just looking at her brows stretched out makes people unconsciously feel relaxed and happy. She is only seventeen or eighteen years old and has such beauty. If she continues
After waiting for two or three years, I still don’t know how beautiful I want to be..."
At this time, Lin Wan'er put the tangerine peel Pu'er cake aside, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said to Sister Xian with a smile: "It's pretty good, it's probably the taste I want, but the tea is still a little bit off."
Sister Xian was secretly surprised and couldn't help but smile and said: "Ms. Lin, this is already the best Pu'er tea that my husband can buy."
"Yes." Lin Wan'er smiled and said: "This tea is indeed good, but compared with my tea, it is still a little worse... But it doesn't matter, I am very surprised that it can taste like this. Thank you, Sister Xian, also
Sister Xianxin thanked the pastry chef on my behalf."
Lin Wan'er's words surprised Sister Xian.
She had known Lin Wan'er for more than a few days, but in these days, she had never heard Lin Wan'er say the word "thank you" to her.
Not to mention herself, even though her husband had done so much for her and even gave away the entire Purple Mountain Villa, Lin Waner never said thank you. It seemed that in her eyes, everything her husband did for her was natural. Not only did she
Not grateful, even a word of thanks is stingy.
Sometimes, Sister Xian also has some objections to Lin Wan'er. She always feels that this girl is young and looks well-educated and like a lady, but in fact she is extremely arrogant and lacks etiquette. Her husband is already in his nineties, but he is still doing this.
She was busy with her affairs and extremely attentive, but she never showed the respect she deserved.
However, at this moment, Sister Xian was very surprised and thought to herself: "My husband has done so much for her, even giving her out-of-print books that are hard to buy for billions, but she has never said thank you. But
Today, I made her the tangerine peel Pu'er cake that she wanted to eat, and she thanked me and the pastry chef at the same time. I really don't know what Miss Lin's worldview is like."
Just when Sister Xian was confused, she heard the voice of Mr. Qiu Yingshan from outside the door. His voice was breathless but full of excitement: "Miss! Lao Zhang is here!"
Lin Wan'er raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the door with her beautiful eyes.
After a while, Qiu Yingshan and Sun Zhidong were seen walking in together with an old man, and the three of them supported each other.
The old man who came up with Qiu Yingshan and Sun Zhidong was the same old man who had been with Lin Waner in Northern Europe.
When the old man saw Lin Wan'er, he couldn't hide his excitement and took a step forward. He knelt tremblingly in front of Lin Wan'er and said respectfully: "Miss, I'm late, please punish me!"
Lin Wan'er smiled lightly, raised her hand in the sky, and said softly: "Get up, you're not too late, don't blame yourself too much."
The old man slowly stood up.
Sister Xian on the side was already stunned.
The old man in front of him looks to be about the same age as his husband, conservatively estimated to be around ninety years old. But at such an old age, he still has to kneel down to Lin Wan'er. How much respect does he have for Lin Wan'er in his heart?
This also made her even more confused: "What is this Miss Lin's background..."