Mrs. Jun's vests are endless

Jun Xuanye deliberately teased Song Baixu: "You are already a strict wife before you get married. Be careful that you will live a miserable life in the future."

Song Baixu asked: "What's so miserable? You were also eaten to death by Yaoyao, don't you think you are miserable?"

Jun Xuanye deliberately frightened him: "Then I am different from you. Yaoyao and I are evenly matched, but you and Zhu Xiaowen are the standard strong women and weak men. Before marriage, Xiaowen should be more reserved and polite. beat."

Song Baixu's voice suddenly rose: "That's impossible! My Xiaowen is gentle and kind... Well, it's not too gentle, but kindness is for sure, and she won't bully me casually."

Jun Xuanye immediately became happy: "Hearing what you said, I know that you will only be bullied in the future. I sympathize with you so much."

Song Baixu asked back: "Tell me honestly, did Yaoyao bully you? In comparison, Yaoyao is more vicious than Xiaowen."

Jun Xuanye said: "Of course not! She is just more aggressive towards the outside world, and she is as gentle as a kitten in front of me, and she is obedient to me. Forget it, don't talk about it, I'm afraid you will be jealous."

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and found Lin Xingyao looking at him with a smile: "Who are you calling fierce?"

Jun Xuanye immediately hung up the phone, and explained with a smile: "I didn't mention you, it was Song Baixu who said that Xiaowen was fierce."

Lin Xingyao sneered: "Jun Xuanye, you are quite capable, so you sold your brother?"

"No, it's just the truth."

"Then you said just now that I am as gentle as a kitten, and I am obedient to you?"

"You heard me wrong, you are as brave as a tiger, how can you describe it as a cat?"

"So you mean I'm a tigress?"

"..."

Jun Xuanye only felt that the description was getting darker and darker, and finally he said a lot of good things to calm Lin Xingyao.

The next day, Jun Xuanye and Lin Xingyao got up early to help with the wedding.

Song Baixu, that heartless person, didn't know if it was intentional, but insisted that marrying Zhu Xiaowen must be grand, ordinary drivers can't show sincerity, and Jun Xuanye must be the driver of the wedding car for him.

Normally, Jun Xuanye would never lower his social status, but he used to suppress Song Baixu everywhere, and it was rare for Song Baixu to get married, so he simply made him proud for a while, and he really became a driver.

And Lin Xingyao helped Zhu Xiaowen in the hotel's presidential suite.

Zhu Xiaowen is wearing a tube top and mermaid wedding dress today, showing off her tall and graceful figure.

The more Lin Xingyao looked at it, the more satisfied she became: "When Song Baixu comes, it's silly to keep him safe."

Zhu Xiaowen continued to lift the tube top: "The chest is a bit low, and the grooves are exposed."

Lin Xingyao said: "Be more confident, anyway, you are not afraid of showing your chest."

Jun Yufei also booed from the side: "Men like this. Oh, stop pulling, you are so careful that you will tear the wedding dress!"

Zhu Xiaowen said: "No, no! There are so many people watching, it's too revealing!"

Lin Xingyao asked the stylist next to her to sew up the slit on her chest. Although she was a little less sexy, her beauty remained the same.

Just after cleaning up, Song Baixu took Jun Xuanye and a bunch of best men and yelled outside the door:

"Honey, I'm here to pick you up, open the door for me!" the voice yelled, lest others would not know that he was getting married today.

Lin Xingyao took the lead and leaned against the door and shouted, "If you want to open the door, first let us see the red envelope."

So a large handful of red envelopes were lavishly stuffed in the crack of the door.

Lin Xingyao was about to praise Song Baixu for his generosity, but she heard Song Baixu howling outside the door: "Jun Xuanye, why are you stuffing all the red envelopes in? I'll ask for it later, what should I give?"

Jun Xuanye said: "My wife has already spoken, can I not give it? You can't marry a daughter-in-law if you are stingy, so you can just wrap it up. Just in case you don't have enough red envelopes, I specially asked someone to buy a large box of red paper envelopes." .”

Song Baixu was so angry: "Jun Xuanye, you really...don't forget to trick me even when I get married."

Fortunately, thanks to their generosity, the door was opened smoothly.

Seeing Lin Xingyao smiling maliciously, Song Baixu took out a big red bag from his bosom and stuffed it in: "Yaoyao, don't embarrass me, quickly let me marry my wife away."

Lin Xingyao accepted the red envelope, pointed to the big round table in the living room and said, "I won't make things difficult for you. After drinking a cup of 81 on the table, I will hand over Xiaowen to you."

Song Baixu was surprised: "Just let me drink so much now, how can I get married when I'm drunk?"

Lin Xingyao said: "Don't worry, it's either wine or water, I'm sure you won't get drunk."

Seeing that the liquid in the cup was transparent, Song Baixu thought it was Lin Xingyao's bluff.

So he walked over, picked up a cup of Gudong and poured it down, only to spit it out in the next moment: "This, this... boiled water with mustard! Jun Xuanye, look at my wife, you are so cruel!"

After all, in order to marry his wife, he could only endure the discomfort, and called a few best men to accompany him to finish drinking the ninety-nine 81 cups of mustard water.

And Lin Xingyao really meant what she said, and led Zhu Xiaowen out of the room.

When Song Baixu saw Zhu Xiaowen, who was wearing a wedding dress and looked shy, his eyes were straightened, and he felt a stream of heat dripping from his nasal cavity in a daze.

"You're so worthless, you're going to have a nosebleed." Jun Xuanye blocked his nose with a handkerchief.

Without even thinking about it, Song Baixu grabbed the handkerchief and wiped it all over, until his face was covered with blood.

Zhu Xiaowen looked worried; "Are you okay? Why did you have a good nosebleed?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Baixu didn't dare to say, Zhu Xiaowen was too sexy and beautiful, and he couldn't control it, so his nosebleed exploded.

A wealthy wedding is just like an ordinary wedding. Guests must be welcomed and gifts must be accepted.

Song Baixu didn't care about other people's gift money, but only cared about Jun Xuanye's.

Judging from past experience, Jun Xuanye, a hairy iron rooster, must not be willing to part with money.Probably either bring some local products from the field, or bring a gift box from home that is about to expire.

Song Baixu even secretly told his subordinates: "Keep an eye on it. When Mr. Jun gives the gift, if there is anything wrong with it, take it away immediately. Whether you accept the gift or not is a small matter, the key is not to be ashamed!"

And Jun Xuanye kept chatting with the guests at the wedding scene, until the guests were almost there, Lin Xingyao came over and urged: "Don't you want to give a gift? Hurry up and give it, the banquet will start soon."

Song Baixu saw their husband and wife approaching, and immediately told his subordinates: "Mr. Jun is here, please pay attention."

One of the groomsmen felt strange: "Don't you always give red envelopes when you give gifts? Junxuan Nightclub didn't bring anything else, so it must be red envelopes."

"Bah!" Song Baixu said: "You guys really don't understand Jun Xuanye's iron rooster. How could he be willing to pluck his hair? Even if it's a red envelope, if it's not complete, just wrap a one-yuan steel coin."

The best man was very surprised: "Impossible? Mr. Jun is so rich, and he usually does things very generously, how can he give someone a one-yuan red envelope?"

Song Baixu's tone was sad and helpless: "He may be generous to others, but he is really stingy to me!"