Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

A piece of red silk, two people holding a hydrangea, the old moon will be born three times.

When Luo Yangyang, who was covered with a red hijab, stepped forward and Fengsheng handed the other end of the red silk to her hand, his emotions had never been exposed, but his nose was a little sour with excitement.

But at this moment.

There was the buzzing of helicopters in the sky, and the louder and louder noise made the guests couldn't help but look up.

They actually saw a dense cluster of helicopters flying not far away.

From the direction of the helicopter flying at a low altitude, it seems to be coming towards the island.

This kind of big battle of the army is inexplicably shocking, as if the war is about to start, they may become cannon fodder at any time.

"What's the matter? With so many helicopters, nothing will happen, right?"

"How could something happen on the day of great rejoicing? Could it be that Mr. Feng invited him to the wedding?"

"Look carefully at those helicopters, gunships! Will the gunships come to the wedding party?"

"Isn't it really here to do things? Did the canonization offend someone?"

"Who knows this, take a look first."

"..."

For a moment, the group of guests began to whisper.

The canonization naturally found a group of helicopters in the sky with bad people.

He looked at Yaquan first, and then gave the person officiating the wedding a look, suggesting that the other party's wedding would continue, and the rest would be ignored.

When Ya Quan saw this posture, the secret path was Ya Dongfeng nine out of ten. He couldn't stand aside to watch the wedding anymore, leaving with Ma Feng.

After those helicopters flew over, only one landed, and the rest hovered over the wedding, as if with a certain threat.

Luo Yangyang was covered with a red hijab, and in a bright red field of vision, he had no idea what the harsh noise was.

"What's wrong?"

Holding one end of the red silk in her hand, knowing that the person standing on her left was canonized, she asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, don't worry."

The canonization comforted softly.

Luo Yangyang couldn't see anything. Although the voices of the guests were getting louder and louder, since the canonization said it was okay, she stopped guessing.

Chun Yu Cheng looked at the helicopter hovering above his head for a while, and then at the normal wedding.

He guards between the guests, and I won't move, as if nothing happened.

Because of these sudden unknown helicopters, guests who were prone to cause riots, seeing the wedding host so calm, slowly relax.

Yaquan walked down to the helicopter's Ya Dongfeng, and asked in a bad tone: "What are you doing here?"

Ya Dongfeng is nearly seventy years old, his black hair is not white, and his muscular body is also very healthy, looking like a tough guy in his early fifties.

"Come to your boss' wedding."

Ya Dongfeng took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at Ya Quan with a smile.

"We didn't invite you to the wedding, and we don't welcome you either. You can go."

Although he knew that the other party could not leave so easily, Yaquan still issued an order to evict his guests.

Ma Feng stood a little behind Yaquan to the right, his expressionless and stern face, his eyes locked on Ya Dongfeng like eagles.

"Today is your boss's happy event. I believe you don't want to mess up his wedding because of your personal affairs, right?"

At this time, a black man with worn-out jeans, a black body shirt and strong chest muscles.

Holding a large submachine gun, he jumped out of the helicopter and stood silently behind Ya Dongfeng.

Ya Dongfeng's not senile face looked at Ya Quan in a friendly manner.