"Belated affection is lower than grass."
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These three days, Song Jinan lived in a mess.
Finally it was their wedding day.
This wedding is more grand than any one held in City A. The white and holy church is decorated with bright red roses, and the pigeons fly around with lisianthus flowers, which represents the love that will last until death.
The wedding has not yet started. There are cute little flower boys and best men at the door to welcome guests. The children present laughed and laughed. Today is a good day.
The church was almost full of people, the first two rows were relatives and friends of the new bees, the others were business partners, and everyone was smiling like a spring breeze.
Yan Haoxiang didn't look happy, and Song Jinan smiled reluctantly.
Yan Haoxiang was wearing a white shirt, with gold-edged buttons all the way down to his slender neck. He wore an exquisite wristwatch on his white arms, a black suit, and a long figure, revealing a bit of aristocratic elegance and indifference temperament.
Song Jinan wore a slanted-shouldered wedding dress, exposing one side of the collarbone and shoulders. The white shoulder pads were buckled on the shoulders, and the edges were decorated with broken gold. The wedding dress was tightly attached to the lines of the body, and star-like diamonds were dotted in between. The folds are brilliant.
Beautiful and seductive.
The godfather said the oath of the wedding, Yan Haoxiang's expression was not turbulent, his fair and slender fingers took out the ring, slowly paced in front of Song Jinan, gently took her hand, and passed the ring through her finger.
His eyelashes fell, covering the young man's obsidian-like eyes, he smiled, and his thin lips raised a curve, revealing tenderness.
Song Jin'an looked at Yan Haoxiang who was leaning over, and her eyes turned red unconsciously. She was finally going to marry him.
In my memory, the soft and serious boy stood upright, and this time, she was finally going to hold his hand.
She forgot everything, only the slender figure in front of her in her mind, the other party looked down at her slightly, and a hint of ridicule suddenly flashed in her eyes.
He looked at her with a half-smile, and Song Jinan suddenly came back to his senses, yes, how could she forget that in Yan Haoxiang's eyes, she was still a murderer.
Her tears flowed out again, slid down her cheeks, and dripped on the red carpet, and everyone only thought she was too happy and shed happy tears.
After the end, Song Jinan changed into a red cheongsam, and his long legs were more white and tender with red.
She reached out to mix Yan Haoxiang's arm and toasted table by table. Her cheeks were flushed red under the stimulation of alcohol, and her bright red lips were even more attractive.
The wedding didn't end until the evening. Song Jinan dragged her tired body back to their new house. She took off her high heels, rubbed her sore ankles, and walked barefoot on the soft red carpet. She wanted to fall directly on the bed, but she still sat quietly waiting for Yan Haoxiang to come in.
A few minutes later, the door opened, and a tall and straight body flashed in. He had red lips and white teeth, looked down at the bride sitting by the bed, and approached her.
His thin lips were slightly parted, he was breathing alcohol, his good-looking eyes were slightly narrowed, and one hand was pulling on his tie.
Suits and ties were thrown on the sofa, and the white shirt was loosened a few times to reveal a strong chest, which was sexy and evocative.
He finally walked to the bed and fell on the bed. His tall body flicked gently with the big bed, and the rose petals on the bed floated up one after another and landed on Yan Haoxiang's beautiful face.
Song Jin'an carefully moved to the side, and looked down at the red carpet under his feet with some disappointment.
Yan Haoxiang ignored her directly.
The bed moved, and the person behind him seemed to have turned over, but Song Jinan was wrapped around his neck with both hands and suddenly fell backwards.
