Midsummer June.

A Gothic church surrounded by roses, with a wide meadow behind it, is taking place with a grand wedding.

White veils, colorful balloons, golden sunlight......

It is every woman's dream to be able to get married in Qiongli Church.

The guests were already seated, but the hour was approaching, but the bride was gone.

In the dressing room behind the show.

The gorgeously dressed middle-aged woman asked tentatively, "Shaoyin, do you know where the people are?" ”

The man who was stopped sat in front of a vanity mirror with his eyes half-closed, turning the silver band on his index finger.

The man wears a white suit with the word "Groom" written on the corsage on his chest.

The man's surname is Zhan, and his full name is Zhan Shaoyin.

As the groom's official, he didn't care about the bride's runaway, and he was not in a hurry, and he just lazily responded to his mother's question: "How do I know?" ”

He Qinglian approached and said: "I suspect that it is a trick played by you together, Mom knows that you don't want to get married, but you also have to take care of the overall situation, you call Yulan over, and we will discuss it after the wedding." ”

Zhan Shaoyin's voice was low: "Discuss? If the marriage is married, what is there to discuss. ”

Zhan Wenhua got up when he heard this, his face was angry and he said sternly: "Today's marriage is finalized, without Ye Yulan, you have to find a woman to get married!" ”

"Old man......"

Zhan Wenhua left angrily, and He Qinglian followed.

When I pushed the door and went out, no one noticed the sneaky girl hiding behind the wall.

Zhan Shaoyin sat alone in his place, only to feel that his ears were quiet.

The marriage was a farce, and he couldn't stop it, but he could decide how it would end.

Hearing the slight sound by the door, Zhan Shaoyin didn't turn his head, raised his eyes and saw in the mirror that the door had been pushed open from the outside, and half of the girl's face was seen through the gap.

The girl's gaze was so impartial and matched him in the mirror, no longer sneaky, she smiled awkwardly "hehe", pushed the door and walked into the house.

Zhan Shaoyin turned the chair, a pair of strong legs crossed Erlang's legs, and looked at the girl with no emotion in his eyes.

The girl pursed her lips to break the silence: "I heard it outside just now." ”

"Huh?" He just said this word lightly, and looked at her as if he was silently asking: So what?

The girl took a deep breath, looked like she was at home, and said in a puff: "The wedding continues, I will marry you!" ”

Without waiting for Zhan Shaoyin to answer, the girl introduced herself: "My name is Song Painting, Song of Tang Poetry and Song Words, poetic and picturesque painting, no bad habits, understand Qinqi calligraphy and painting, understand five Chinese dialects, understand nine dialects, and cook some food,"

Zhan Shaoyin was stunned, stared at the girl for a few seconds, and asked, "High school students?" ”

Song Huayi frowned, stretched out his hand and said, "It's a sophomore!" ”

Zhan Shaoyin: "Only twenty? ”

The girl retorted dissatisfiedly: "It's not small! ”

As soon as her words fell, she saw Zhan Shaoyin's gaze move down to her chest: "It's not big." ”

Song Huayi's face turned red, and she subconsciously straightened her chest, and then she thought in her heart, the man she had a crush on turned out to be such a person!

"You're only twenty, why are you in a hurry to get married?"

Song Huayi explained: "I urge marriage at home! They want to marry me off to a bad old man! Then I might as well marry you, at least...... At least you're pretty handsome! ”

Zhan Shaoyin smiled, only to feel that Song Huayi's face was even redder.

Song Huayi was afraid of missing this rare opportunity, for fear that Zhan Shaoyin would not agree, and hurriedly said: "Anyway, you don't want to get married, and I don't want to, let's do each other a favor, I won't disturb your life after marriage, I'm very independent and not clingy, and I won't divide your property, if you don't worry, let's make a note now!" ”

Zhan Shaoyin didn't answer, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and walked to the window while dialing the phone.

Song Huayi didn't know what he meant, did it or not?

She looked down at her breasts, did she dislike her small breasts?

When she rushed over and was about to fight for herself again, Zhan Shaoyin hung up the phone.

As soon as he turned his head and saw her standing behind him, Zhan Shaoyin was slightly stunned, and then said, "You wait here, and the stylist will come over in a while." ”

Song Huayi: "Huh? ”

Zhan Shaoyin raised his hand and looked at his watch: "You still have half an hour." ”

After speaking, Zhan Shaoyin walked straight out.

Song Huayi stood in the dressing room in a daze, and reacted in hindsight that she had succeeded in "proposing"?