"I like it, it's the same as the bride on Brother Gu's wedding day." Wen Xiaoai was dizzy to look at the wedding dresses she had dreamed of wearing, and a smile finally appeared on her little face.

"Well, that's what the bride wears." Jun Moyan looked at her and replied with a smile.

Wen Xiaoai smiled, and then pulled Jun Moyan to the nearest wedding dress and stopped.

couldn't help but stretched out his little hand and touched it: "It's so beautiful, our relatives over there wear red, which is different from your side, and you don't seem to need to worship here." ”

"We also have Chinese-style wedding clothes here, if you like it, you can buy both at that time."

"Buy?"

Wen Xiaoai looked at him, realized something, the expression on his face became solemn, and the smile disappeared.

"Hmm."

"Jun Mo Yan, are you going to ......"

"Marry you, of course." He squeezed her hand.

Wen Xiaoai looked at him in a daze: "...... Marry, marry me? ”

"Well, marry you. I have almost set up the wedding venue, and the scene is full of things and colors that you like, you will definitely like it. His tone was a little excited, and the light in his eyes kept flowing.

However, Wen Xiaoai's face turned pale and her eyes were red.

"You ......"

Wen Xiaoai opened her mouth, but her throat was sore and painful, and it was difficult to speak.

He stroked her little face with a big hand, and said apologetically: "It's because I have too many worries before, and I have been evading, letting you be a girl, a princess who has surrendered her identity and chased me to marry, and I have been ...... I'm sorry. ”

No matter what he has in the future, no matter what the two have to face, even if there is no more between the two of them after today, he will marry her today.

This is what she has always wanted, what he promised her, and what he wants.

“……”

Wen Xiaoai's nose was sour, and tears instantly filled her eyes.

She wanted to say: Jun Moyan, why didn't you marry me earlier? Why wait until so late to say marry me at this time.

Wen Xiaoai's heart throbbed fiercely, she looked at the wedding dresses in the store, and then at Jun Moyan, her hands clenched helplessly.

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai, and his heart was completely filled with fear.

Usually when she doesn't speak, he can understand what she wants, but at this moment, he can naturally see that Wen Xiaoai is not moved, but ......

Jun Mo Yan was about to say something, but the manager and two clerks came over with wedding dresses.

"Sanshao, the wedding dress has been taken."

As he spoke, he looked at Wen Xiaoai with a smile, and said with great eyesight and doglegs: "Mrs. Jun, the fitting room is over there, do you want to try it now?" ”

The manager thought that Wen Xiaoai was so moved that he didn't think much about it.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the wedding dress in the clerk's hand, and tears fell.

Jun Moyan eased his nerves and reached out to take the wedding dress, but his movements seemed a little stiff and sluggish.

The manager saw that the atmosphere was not right, so he took the clerk to step aside for the time being.

“…… Little girl, take a look, do you like it? ”

He held his wedding dress and asked her.

His voice trembled uncontrollably, and his words were spoken a little intermittently.

He has always been calm and calm, but because of Wen Xiaoai, he has lost his stability and square inch again and again.

Wen Xiaoai bit her lip and shed tears, not daring to look at him or speaking.

Jun Moyan's big hand stroked a delicate embroidery on the chest of the wedding dress, and said to Wen Xiaoai:

"It's embroidered on it, it's the purple qiong you like, I haven't seen it, so I'll draw it according to what you said, let people embroider it, you see if it's as ...... as you"