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

How long has she been looking forward to this wedding?

Was it from the age of five, or the start of puberty, or the pain at night for the first time...

Jiang Muyu looked at Huo Beicheng at the end, not knowing what time it was.

Such a beautiful picture seems to appear in a dream.

"Beanie."

Standing next to her, Chief Jiang, this father who was a little strange but kind to her, suddenly called her in a low voice.

She paused slightly, keeping her steps steady, "Huh?"

"You have grown up to now, I have hardly fulfilled the responsibility of a father, and I have put more care and attention on your mother. Have you ever felt wronged?" Jiang Tuo looked softly, looking sideways at the dress Extraordinarily beautiful girl.

This is his daughter.

The little baby who cried loudly in his arms when he was still a baby has grown to such a big size now.

Wearing a beautiful white wedding dress, holding his hand, she is about to marry another man.

For a moment, there was a faint sadness in my heart...

Jiang Muyu tightened her hands, "Why should you be wronged? It's not your fault or your mother's fault. Although I was really angry when I was young, I always felt that it wasn't because I was disobedient, so my parents didn't want me anymore."

"Silly boy."

"Well, silly, but he's still willing to pamper me."

Jiang Muyu raised her eyes, looking at the man in front of her with tender eyes, dressed in a white suit, tall, so handsome, so good-looking.

It's him, even if she is willful and mischievous, he still spoils himself.

Jiang Tuo followed her gaze and looked over, with a touch of kindness and gentleness on his face.

The proud look on his daughter's face had already told him that she was very happy!
That's enough!

The melodious sound of music fluttered in my ears.

Huo Beicheng stepped towards his bride, entangled with her gaze, lingering, tender as if it could drip water.

"My daughter is handed over to you, don't let me know that you bully her."

Jiang Tuo shook Jiang Muyu's hand, and the heat from the generous palm made her froze involuntarily.

The next moment, another hand held her little hand.

"Yes!"

Huo Beicheng tightened his hands and pulled her back to the front.

"Master Huo...I feel like crying a little bit."

"You dare to shed a tear for me, try it!"

Jiang Muyu pursed the corner of her lower lip, suppressing the sudden sadness and emotion in her heart.

In the church, Young Master Huo took her hand from her father, and the two of them made vows of love and marriage under the witness of the priest and all the guests.

Hold the hand of the child and grow old together with the child!
At this moment, how much she thinks about time staying here...

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In the bright church, the sound of music is still wafting in my ears, and the warmth in the palm of my hand can still be heard clearly.

The applause of the friends in the ear has not stopped, the sun is so bright that people can't help but want to touch it, and the petals are circling in the air.

Huo Beicheng leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.

Her palms were so hot that she almost suffocated.

The expression on Huo Beicheng's face suddenly froze, and he tightened her hand tightly, as if confirming something.

The skin touched by the fingertips was as cold as water, and the icy temperature on those small hands made his pupils tighten in fright, and the blood all over his body seemed to rush to his mind, staring at Jiang Muyu's face at this time.

"Little one..."

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