Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 137 The Evil Pseudo-Orphan VS Group Heir (Mission 3 End)

Chapter 137 The Evil Pseudo-Orphan VS Group Heir (Mission [-] End)

Jian Yujie put the red book in her pocket close to her heart, then took out her mobile phone, and dialed Mrs. Jane's number, "Hey, mom, help me choose an auspicious day, I'm getting married."

"what??!"

Ran Shi'an is far away, and Mrs. Jane's surprise can be felt.

It seems to be a kind of... gratification to finally marry off his son.

"Mom, don't get excited, it's An'an, yes, yes! Don't! She's mine!" Jian Yujie's voice was as gentle as jade, but suddenly turned a corner at the end, and her tone went straight up, as if a child was robbed Gone is the beloved candy.

It's hard to tell that this person is the usually calm and calm Jian Yujie.

The wedding of the two is set for July, and the wedding will be held in the Maldives, followed by a honeymoon.

Great planning.

On the day of the wedding, Sheng Yunya pulled his father, who was over fifty years old, and said, "Hurry up, or you won't even see my sister!"

It is said that a wedding is the most beautiful time in a woman's life, and his sister was born so beautiful, so naturally she couldn't miss it!

"This child, who keeps a stern face all day long, feels as if he has been slapped with blood when he encounters An An." Mrs. Sheng trotted beside, still sighing.

"I can't help it, that kid is too good." Sheng Yunhong had a dirty face.

The wedding ceremony has begun, a woman wearing a white gauze on her head, comes in lotus steps, and before seeing her face, there is a feeling of emptiness like a nine-day mysterious girl.

Light and beautiful, a little charming but pure, the contradictory combination is neutralized by its own innocent temperament.

The power of the aura is enviable.

Jian Yujie stood beside Ran Shi'an, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with gentle eyebrows and eyes. He smiled and looked at Ran Shi'an in full dress, as if he owned the whole world.

The night of candles in the bridal chamber——

"What are you doing? Did you drink too much? Why are you holding the floor lamp?" Ran Shi'an took off the hairpins on her head one by one, and looked helplessly at the side of the floor lamp, with a blushing complexion and squinted eyes, as if A drunkard.

"It seems that food supplements are still effective." Jian Yujie said without thinking, thinking: From this angle, the curve is just right.

Half an hour later, "Are you okay?" He waited impatiently.

"Not yet, the make-up artist made it too complicated, and my hands are sore." She complained, and finally took off the last hairpin on her head.

call……

Then, kisses came all over the neck, behind the ears, and at the corners of the lips, with a faint smell of alcohol and cautious madness.

"Wait a minute." She pushed Jian Yujie with her hand.

"An'an, I've waited too long." Looking at Ran Shi'an, he felt that there was a mad fire in his heart, which seemed to burn the world to the ground.

Once the emotion is triggered, it will rush out without restriction, like a big river, like a flood breaking a bank.

She chuckled, the corners of her eyes were a little red, she reached out to take off the necklace around her neck and put it on the bedside table.Then, she closed her eyes and waited quietly.

Jian Yujie smiled.

One night, the fighting was fierce.

One pair for life, that's all.

[The male protagonist has a [-]% success rate. 】

Ran Shi'an is still a master of Internet literature with a monthly income of one million, while Jian Yujie officially inherited the Jian's Group.

Later, Sheng Yunya understood - it is a lie that a wedding is the most beautiful moment in a woman's life, his sister is always the most beautiful.

Yunya became famous in the later European art circles.

Jin Jing found an orphanage, worked as a volunteer, and died alone. Before she died, she asked someone to convey her apology to Ran Shi'an.

#Thank you for your company, I'm sorry. #
[The mission is over, please return to the mission space. 】

 Oh, an introduction to literature... killed, probably only eighty.

  Ancient literature tomorrow morning!

  Rise up!

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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