My daughter is so annoying

"This is Song Qi, the president of Dajiang Group."

"This is……"

Guo Zhenjiang introduced them one by one, and Fang Cheng, Guo Hai, and Jiangnan also said hello one by one, and finally got a lot of business cards.

Although it is just a small business card.

But if the status is ordinary and the net worth is less than [-] million, it is generally impossible to get the business cards of these people.

Fang Cheng put away these business cards, and after a few official chats, he voluntarily quit the communication circle.

……

Nine thirty.

Dance music sounded in the banquet hall.

The men and women hugged each other, stepped on graceful steps, and started a ballroom dance.

Fang Cheng sat in the corner and watched the people on the dance floor with interest.

Guo Hai is about to get married, so naturally he won't participate.

Jiang Nan also rejected many celebrities who came to invite him on the grounds that he was unwell.

"Fatty, did your dad join the army?"

"Huh? How do you know? It's been decades ago."

"Standing posture, momentum, you can see it."

Guo Hai followed his gaze and murmured, "Why can't I see it."

Jiang Nan glanced at it, smiled, and said nothing more.

"Jiangnan, go to my house when you have time, let's talk about the future development direction of character beating."

"it is good."

"Fatty, haven't you always wanted to buy an office building? How about next year?"

"Huh? We don't have enough money, do we?"

"Next year I will write at least [-] songs and five plays."

"Okay!"

"Next year, I'll be a fucking big one, and I'll retire right away after I'm done."

Jiang Nan and Guo Hai looked at each other, with smiles on their respective faces, everything was kept silent.

……

Chapter 144 I Owe You A Wedding

The new year is coming, the cold wind is over, and the warm sun is hanging high.

The third day of the first month.

Fatty Guo's wedding was held as scheduled in a church on Jiamusi Road. The church can only accommodate about 100 people, so most of the people who can come to the scene are relatives and friends.

Qingqing and Xiao Yu'er naturally became the flower girls of this wedding, responsible for the important task of delivering the wedding ring.

Relatives and friends sat down one after another.

Good day and good times.

The melodious wedding march sounded in the church, everyone stood up, and the pastor began to pray.

"Groom, you are married to the bride, are you willing to promise her that whether she is sick or not, you will love her, comfort her, respect her, help her, be loyal to her, and never abandon her for life?"

Guo Hai said happily: "I am willing."

In the same way, the pastor asked the bride again, and Liu Xiaolan also smiled and replied that I would.

At this time, the door of the church.

"Okay, you two, go and give the ring to the bride and groom."

Qingqing and Xiao Yuer held hands and walked in slowly from the door of the church. The cameraman focused his camera on the two little girls, and other people also looked at them.

Yang Yueyue specially put on pink skirts for the two of them, with light makeup on their faces, a wreath on their heads, and a flower basket in their hands. They looked as cute as they could be.

"These two little girls are so cute."

"Yeah, she looks really good-looking."

"..."

Crack, click, the flash lights kept coming on.

Qingqing is not stage fright at all, but Xiaoyuer is a bit shy, but with Qingqing leading her, Xiaoyuer will not shrink back.

under the gaze of the crowd.

The two little girls walked up to Guo Hai and Liu Xiaolan and held up flower baskets.

Guo Hai and Liu Xiaolan rubbed the heads of the two little girls and exchanged rings.

Under the auspices of the pastor, the wedding continued.

Fang Cheng turned his head and found that Yang Yueyue was looking at the two people on the stage with a smile on his face, and there seemed to be light in his eyes.

Thinking that he had never held such a wedding with Yang Yueyue, Fang Cheng blamed himself a little.

Perhaps for men, this ceremony does not have much meaning, but for women, the wedding may mean many things.

Fang Cheng stretched out his hand to hold Yang Yueyue.

Yang Yueyue turned her head and looked at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng whispered: "Next year... at this time next year, we will also hold a make-up wedding."

Yang Yueyue opened her eyes wide and looked at Fang Cheng in great surprise.

"I owe you this."

"Okay." Yang Yueyue nodded vigorously.