Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

In the lounge arranged by the church wedding.

Jiang Muyu let Huo Beicheng hug her in, and when she was put on the sofa intact, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Being seen..."

Along the way, she buried her face in his arms, she felt embarrassed.

"See what's wrong?" Huo Beicheng took it for granted, "Are you tired?"

Facing the waiting time, sometimes it is more tiring than doing other things.

Huo Dashao looked at her expression intently, making sure that she didn't have any bad looks, so he was a little relieved.

"I'm not tired. I haven't done anything. In fact, I just feel a little boring waiting here." She secretly smiled, "That's why I want to go to the small garden over there. You know that wearing this The wedding dress is inconvenient, but luckily Karel didn't design me a super long wedding dress."

She looked up at First Young Master Huo's expression at this time, and looked into his eyes.

"Master Huo, are you nervous?"

Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, Jiang Muyu's heart, which was still calm, suddenly began to beat faster and faster completely uncontrollably.

It seems that it is the most critical moment, and there is a sense of tension before the exam.

She clenched her hands tightly, and couldn't help looking at the time over there from time to time.

"Xiaoyi, are you nervous?"

He watched her expression and movements.

Jiang Muyu paused, and the smile she kept on her face couldn't hold back anymore.

Nodding, all emotions were evident on his face.

"Well, I'm so nervous all of a sudden, what should I do? Will I get into trouble later? Will there be any jokes?"

The more it got to this time, the bottom of her heart felt that she couldn't calm down at all.

The little heart couldn't slow down at all, but she felt that she could hear the beating of the heart, and the muscles all over her body became stiff at this moment.

"Am I dreaming?"

Jiang Muyu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her nervousness was beyond words.

"Relax, I'm here, huh?" Huo Beicheng took her hand, "Don't think so much in your little head."

"I didn't think about anything, I just... couldn't help being nervous."

Even if she wanted to control it, there was nothing she could do!

The wedding seemed to be in a dream. She had imagined this kind of picture countless times when she was very young.

She is the bride, and Huo Dashao is the groom.

She walked towards him step by step and put her hand on his palm.

The more the picture that was once thought impossible to realize is about to become reality, Jiang Muyu always feels as if he has returned to a dream again, so unreal, so uneasy.

"You can hold it as many times as you like, as long as you want!"

After a long time, First Young Master Huo whispered in her ear.

……

Is there such a moment?
Feel like you have become the heroine in an idol drama?

This feeling was especially evident when Jiang Muyu took his father's hand and walked towards First Young Master Huo step by step.

In front of all the guests, she walked towards the man she loved the most.

Amidst the melodious music, she witnessed the scene of her wedding with her own eyes, which was exactly the same as the scene in her dream.

It seems like a century has passed.

As if surrounded by all the petals.

Every step she took seemed to remind herself that she married the man she loved the most.

Step by step, even if it's just a flat-soled special sneaker, she took her wedding steps.