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Chapter 490 490: Rong Yao Extra: Wedding Reunion 3 (Second update)

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    Yan Mingzhu felt that this was God¡¯s will.

    Song Baobao has already cycled away.

    Yan Mingzhu instantly woke up from the will of God and quickly ran after her: "Wait for me."

    Song Baobao rode the bicycle with open air and ran away quickly. He even turned around and gave a fierce look: "Don't chase me!"

    The wheels rolled very fast.

    Yan Mingzhu tripped her left foot over her right foot, threw herself forward, and shouted: "Ouch!"

    The wheels continue to roll.

    Yan Mingzhu shouted louder: "It hurts me to death!"

    The wheels come to a stop.  .  .

    Song Baobao stood on tiptoes on the ground, blew his hair, and turned his head angrily: "You're so stupid."

    He didn¡¯t care, he just stepped on the car and left.

    "Song Baobao, you really don't care about me?"

    Yan Mingzhu suddenly became sluggish, her head drooped like a frost-beaten eggplant.

    The setting sun has not yet set, making the shadows very long.

    The bicycle carried the wind and shadow back, and the eggplant refreshed by the frost immediately raised its head, its eyes smiling like crescent moons.

    She knew he was soft-hearted.

    "If he hadn't been soft-hearted, when she was pulled by her roommate by the hair and fell, he wouldn't have used his hand to block her head from knocking to the ground, but he was hit by the trash can and suffered a concussion.

    He is just being tough.

    "If you don't get up, are you going to sit here and quarrel?"

    The girl¡¯s cheeks were bulging, a little angry and aggrieved: ¡°I have a sprained foot.¡±

    Song Baobao took away the coat that was placed on the back seat, tied it around his neck and said, "You are in trouble. Climb up by yourself."

    They are really enemies.

    If this wasn¡¯t his father¡¯s ¡°honored guest¡±, he wouldn¡¯t care.

    Yan Mingzhu climbed up with her left foot and sat on the back seat of the bicycle. As soon as Baby Song sat on it, she hugged him.

    Song Baobao¡¯s back stiffened, and then he pushed him away, like a good little daughter-in-law who had been teased: ¡°Where are you holding me?¡±

    Yan Mingzhu: "" It makes her look like a prostitute.

    He tugged at a corner of his clothes: "You are only allowed to grab my clothes."

    The chaste and virtuous women are not as angry as him.

    Yan Mingzhu¡¯s eyes curled into crescents, and she muttered: ¡°Stingy guy.¡±

    The guzheng is accompanied by the harp, and the melodious tunes ripple in the waves of the Baidian River. As the sun sets, the golden afterglow reflects the figures into the water.

    The boy stepped on the pedal and rode away in the wind. The girl behind him shook her feet and smiled like a cunning little fox.

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    Doesn¡¯t exist, she is doing it for love.

    Lin Hemiao came back after leaving the table, and Xu Fang's camera was still filming Cheng and the table.

    The cameras caught it, and Lin Hemiao left for a few minutes. Cheng Ji turned around and looked around no less than ten times. When he turned back to edit the video, he looked at his wife Shi P. Xu Fang had already thought about where he wanted to go.

    "What did you say?" Cheng Ji asked casually, as if he just mentioned it casually.

    Lin Hemiao sat back: "Nothing."

    "What is nothing?"

    After being pressed, she said: "Song Baobao said he would apply for a school in the imperial capital, and I said I would treat him to rice noodles next time."

    The camera was almost focused on Cheng's face, and the anxiety hidden between his eyebrows was instantly amplified.

    He pushed away impatiently: "Call me when you treat him to rice noodles."

    Lin Hemiao looked at him doubtfully.

    Of course, someone from Kuai Ben San would not admit that he was afraid of being poached by a boy in his early twenties, so he gave a random reason: "I also like to eat rice noodles."

    As simple as Lin Hemiao: "Oh." She silently made a note to make more rice noodles for him in the future.

    The photographer smelled it. The vinegar was so acidic that it could be dipped in dumplings.

    The camera continues to shoot to the left.

    Qin Zhaoli leaned against the fence on the river bank and waved to the camera.

    She rarely wore a cheongsam, which was slit up to her thighs. She was holding a mobile phone with a lazy posture, and her eyes were strong and a little charming.

    "Are you home yet?"

    There is a twelve-hour time difference between Jiang Zhuo and her, and it¡¯s not even five o¡¯clock in the morning there.

    "arrive."

    He finished the performance and just got off the plane.

    Qin Zhaoli wanted to talk more, but his voice sounded tired: "I'm hanging up, go to bed quickly."

    The other side shouted: "Zhaoli."

    She put the phone back to her ear, the receiverHer voice was gravelly and soft: "I miss you so much."

    She has been busy with a project recently and hasn¡¯t seen Jiang Zhuo for almost two months.

    "I'll go there next week."

    Jiang Zhuo said, "Don't come over."

    Qin Zhaoli kicked the stones on the ground: "Didn't you say you missed me?"

    "I have asked for a week's leave." Jiang Zhuo said with a gentle voice, "I miss you very much and want to go back to see you."

    Bang bang bang!

    Fireworks exploded, colorful, and clusters of flowers bloomed.

    Before hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhuo said: "Help me wish them a happy wedding."

    The wedding has begun.

    The host opened the show: "The dragon approaches and the phoenix comes to welcome the dragon, and the phoenix seeks the phoenix under the sycamore tree."

    ¡°Then the bamboo curtain slowly rolled up, and the skirt of the bride¡¯s wedding dress was the first to be exposed.

    Qin Zhaoli glanced at his phone: Four forty-eight, the auspicious time has arrived.

    She walked to the table and dialed the phone.

    It was so lively here that she couldn't help but raise her voice: "Grandpa, I want to take a leave."

    Qin Yanjun said in a business-like tone: "When and how long will it take?"

    "Next week, one week."

    "What kind of leave are you asking for?"

    Qin Zhaoli smiled very happily: "My boyfriend is coming back."

    Make a fortune!

    Qin Yanjun sternly refused: "No."

    Qin Zhaoli begged for mercy half-seriously: "No, grandpa, give me a week off, maybe I can give you your whole great-grandson."

    ¡°Beep, beep, beep, beep¡­¡±

    Qin Yanjun hung up the phone.

    The wedding host has finished speaking, and Xu Fang¡¯s camera cuts to the couple.

    "When I pay homage to the mountains and rivers, I will use the jade fields in the blue fields as matchmakers."

    "Two bows to the high hall, and we will unite and establish the Jiajia Alliance for a hundred years."

    "The couple bows three times, and their love will last forever on the stone for three lives."

    The wind suddenly picked up and rolled up Xu Tanxi's hijab, lifting a corner of it.

    Rong Li hurriedly stretched out his hand to press it down.

    The camera then cut to Qi Zaiyang, who was holding Dangdang in his arms and crying.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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