Entertainment: God-level nanny

4 points in the early hours.

A convoy of 10 extremely luxurious vehicles drove into the area.

Driving in the front was a black Rolls-Royce Phantom.

A heart-shaped cluster with a diameter of 1.2 meters, made entirely of red or pink roses, is arranged on the long hood of the Phantom.

Every car behind was a black Cullinan, and the hood of each car also had the word "囍" in gold letters on a red background.

Ten cars parked in a mighty procession outside the No. 10 courtyard of Beichizi.

The entire courtyard had already been given a brand new look. Every room, whether it was the main house, the wing room or the back house, was posted with red couplets and wedding characters and hung with big red lanterns.

In the main room, red candle lamps were already lit, and a typical Longxia-style wooden bed was placed close to the wall. A thin layer of red gauze hung from the ceiling, spreading on all sides.

The bed was covered with a red bedspread, on which were arranged the words "May you have a baby soon" with dates, peanuts, longans and lotus seeds.

Next to the wooden bed, there is a mahogany sofa for resting.

Jiang Changqing, wearing a bright red Longxia wedding dress, felt a little drowsy.

I didn't get any rest that night, and I was running in and out of the yard, so I was tired, sleepy and hungry.

On the other hand, Su Yiming and Qin Shan, who were sitting next to him, were both wearing purple gowns and looked very energetic.

"How's it going, Dashan?"

Su Yiming took a sip of the cold brewed tea he had prepared last night and asked, "Did you have a good rest yesterday?"

"Don't mention it, I slept really well!"

Qin Shan grinned and said, "I will also build a courtyard house in Jinghua in the future. In the summer, I can enjoy the cool under the trees, invite you to have a barbecue together, and in the winter, have a hot pot together... That's what I call comfort."

"you……"

Su Yiming wanted to say something, but Jiang Changqing, who was in low spirits, suddenly said, "I say, you two, that's enough? How come you haven't had a good night's sleep in the past 20 years?

You're just mocking me for not getting enough sleep, right? "

"Hey, look at what you said, how ugly it is?"

Qin Shan quickly said: "What do you mean by ridicule? We are clearly mocking, do you understand what mockery means? Hahaha..."

When he said this, Qin Shan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Okay, don't forget, you're not married yet."

Jiang Changqing glared at Qin Shan unhappily, "The more arrogant you are now, the more miserable you will be when you get married!"

"That can't happen. We're going to get married while traveling."

Qin Shan smiled even more proudly.

"Ah, I'm pissed off!"

Jiang Changqing was so angry that if he hadn't been wearing his wedding gown and it wasn't easy to fight, the two of them would probably have started fighting.

"Okay, okay, it's not that serious. It's not a big deal."

Su Yiming waved his hand and said, "Changqing, the wedding car has arrived outside the courtyard. What time do we leave?"

In traditional northern weddings, there is a term called "Zongli".

To put it simply, it is the person who presides over and coordinates the wedding ceremony between the man and the woman, including matters, rules, red envelopes...

Anyway, everything related to the wedding must be arranged by Zongli.

Coincidentally, this person is Su Yiming!

Come to think of it, he must be really tired, being the best man, the master of ceremonies, and the clan leader.

Three jobs!

"Hey, I have to ask my dad."

Jiang Changqing checked the time, took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Jiang Tianheng: "Dad, where are you and my mom?

When are we leaving? The wedding car has arrived."

Jiang Tianheng had someone look into all the time issues related to today's wedding:

When to depart, when to return home, when to hold the ceremony, when to start the banquet...there are rules for all of this.

"I'll send the schedule to Yiming, just don't worry about it."

Jiang Tianheng did not send a message on WeChat, the voice came from the central hall of the main room.

Su Yiming quickly stood up and looked towards the center hall: "Godfather, why did you get up so early? Why don't you take a rest for a while?"

"I would like to get more sleep."

Jiang Tianheng, who had just finished cleaning up, glared at Jiang Changqing fiercely and said unhappily, "How can I sleep even if he sends me a WeChat message at this time?"

"Hey, Dad, who told you not to send me the time you were looking for?"

Jiang Changqing chuckled and said, "Besides, the department's cameraman is here too. When will the filming start? It won't work if I don't have time to manage it, right?"

"Stinky boy."

Jiang Tianheng put his hands behind his back and said, "Okay, I just sent the time to Yiming. The bus will leave at 4:52. It can't be early, nor late."

“There are both zeros and whole numbers.”

Jiang Changqing complained, "Dashan, please call those cameramen over for me. It's almost time, we can start recording."

"okay."

Qin Shan responded and hurried to the yard.

After a while, Qin Shan led several young men holding cameras, white lights and lighting boards back into the room.

"Boss Su, Boss Jiang!"

Several people greeted Su Yiming and others.

They are all employees of the Hengyuan Group's film and television publicity department. They all have very good skills and were specially called over by Jiang Changqing to be responsible for the filming of his and Ye Sangsang's wedding.

"Brothers, let's get ready to start recording."

As the chief patriarch, Su Yiming began to assign tasks:

"Your task today is not that difficult. It starts from this room and ends with picking up the bride and eating the 'dismounting feast'. The initial recording will be over.

After 9 o'clock, we arrived at the hotel and started the second recording. This time we had to be more careful because it was their first marriage and we couldn't mess it up. "

"You say that as if anyone can get married a second time."

Qin Shan muttered, "Is there something wrong with what you said?"

"You kid, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

Jiang Changqing and Su Yiming retorted to Qin Shan at the same time.

"Okay, I'll shut up."

Qin Shan hid aside helplessly, feeling so aggrieved that he almost squatted on the ground and drew circles.

"Then, let's start?"

The young man carrying the camera was named Zhao Qiancheng. He asked, "By the way, Mr. Su, Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang will also have to show up soon, as well as the two little ones..."

"Wait a minute."

Qin Shan suddenly interrupted Zhao Qiancheng, "There are only three of us in this dormitory, and Changqing was the first to hold a wedding. Shouldn't we take a group photo?"

"Makes sense."

Su Yiming nodded, "Besides, we are all wearing wedding clothes, which is very memorable."

"Then let's shoot it."

Jiang Changqing said, "Sangsang is complaining about me for not posting a circle of friends on such a happy event as marriage. Let's post a few more photos later. You must give me likes then!"

"Then I'll post on Weibo!"

Qin Shan blinked and said, "After all, Yiming is involved, so we can use this opportunity to promote our Shanhai Technology Company."

"You are really good at calculating."

Su Yiming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Hurry up, take the time to shoot, and once we're done we'll set off to pick up the bride."

"That's right, Qiancheng, come and help us take the photos."

Jiang Changqing nodded and said something to Zhao Qiancheng who was not far away.

"it is good."

Zhao Qiancheng nodded, took out a professional digital camera from his bag, and began to instruct Su Yiming and others on how to stand.

Click, click!

For a while, the sound of taking pictures continued.

Each of the three guys cooperated very well and performed their best. After filming for about ten minutes, the three brothers started to officially record the wedding video.

……

At 4:35 am, Su Yiming updated his Weibo:

"Shallow love is like a cloudy sky, deep love is like a long wind.

On this special day, I wish my brother @小江小江, in the days ahead, he and his lover can live together in the rivers and lakes together! "

It’s a very simple Weibo post, without many sensational words or more information, but just the purest blessings.

Below the text are three photos, one is a group photo of Su Yiming and three others, and the other is the wedding photo of Jiang Changqing and Ye Sangsang.

Two different photos, but the people in the photos both have brilliant smiles.

Just like the warm sun in the sky!

As for the remaining photo, it was a side-shot of the wedding procession, with a row of Rolls-Royces, just of different models.

Looking at the whole thing, one word stands out: luxurious!

"What's going on? Is my Su Shen getting married?"

"The person above, please read the question carefully. It's obviously his brother who got married, okay?"

"Wow, you're posting updates so early, are you going to pick up your bride?"

"Wow, the groom must be so lucky to have Su Shen as his best man, right?"

"Envy +1, I also want Su Shen to be my best man..."

Compared to real life, there are obviously many more night owls on the Internet.

Less than 2 minutes after Su Yiming posted his Weibo, there were already over 2 comments.

Although the following words are full of meaningless content, there are still many people who sincerely wish Jiang Changqing well.

Of course, if it weren’t for Su Yiming’s Weibo post, they might never have known Jiang Changqing.

However, this also indirectly illustrates Su Yiming's terrifying influence!

Although this was just a Weibo post about someone else, its popularity did not drop sharply, but instead began to spread on the Internet.

There are even some curious people who go to dig deep into the background of this "Xiao Jiang Xiao Jiang".

Then they were surprised to find that Xiao Jiang was actually the most legitimate future successor to Hengyuan Group, one of the top ten industrial groups in the country!

They were just envious of him, saying that it was a special blessing for him to find Su Yiming as his best man.

So, the clowns are actually themselves?