I abducted a mistress to go home

It takes two months to prepare a wedding, whether it is long or short, if it is according to their specifications in Dayan, it will definitely kill another person in the etiquette department, so after consulting Jing Rong's opinion , Mu Jinxi happily decided to hold a western-style wedding.

As for how to get a queen from ancient times to agree to hold a Western-style wedding, this... ahem, let's not talk about it.

"So have you figured out where to rent?" Wen Qingyi looked at her sister who had difficulty choosing with twitching corners of her eyes.

Mu Han drank his coffee calmly and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, don't you still have time?"

"Mom!" Wen Qingyi was in a hurry, and it wasn't up to you to make arrangements, she had to run back and forth to coordinate and prepare for whichever one she chose in the end.There are so many people getting married, what if that place happens to be occupied that day!

Mu Han shrugged, expressing that he was helpless.

Mu Jinxi was lying on the table looking through the photo album in distress, her entangled fingers slid back and forth, but they didn't land anywhere.

Mu Han glanced at it, shook his head and stretched out his slender fingers to nod on a white church, "St. Petersburg Cathedral, how about it?"

The most beautiful church in S City, and in the suburbs, there is a large grassy area behind for banquets.

"Hmm." Mu Jinxi struggled for a while, glanced at her anxious sister, opened the St. Petersburg Cathedral and read it carefully, and said, "Then here it is."

"Don't have such a forced expression, mom is just giving you a suggestion." Mu Han gently patted her head and comforted her softly.

"Not at all, this place is indeed ideal, well, sister, you don't have to stare at me, it's here."

Wen Qingyi silently withdrew her gaze from staring at her sister under her mother's threatening eyes, coughed lightly and opened the photo album to look, "Then here it is, I'll arrange it, whatever arrangement you want is up to you." Go tell the designer, I'm leaving first."

"Hmm, goodbye." Mu Jinxi waved his hand, turned his head and blinked at Mu Han, and said, "Mom, will you come with sister Qi?"

"Of course." Mu Han answered as a matter of course, and then realized what she meant, glanced over lightly, and slightly hooked his lips and asked, "Aren't you against it?"

"Mom, as long as you are happy, I don't care, but Dad will probably blow up by then."

Mu Han sneered and said, "He? I don't care what he thinks, but... your brother and sister don't know yet."

"Maybe I didn't expect to come to this aspect before, but now I see Rongrong and I..." Mu Jinxi shrugged, spread his hands and said, "That's not necessarily the case."

"Ah... let's go with fate." Mu Han looked out of the window, "I'm already so old, I can't afford it anymore."

Mu Han is 52 years old this year, and Qi Shuya is 32 years old this year. There is a 20-year age difference. I can only lament that you were born and I am not.

Mu Jinxi fell silent. She looked at her mother. Mu Han was well maintained. She came from a wealthy family and lived a healthy life since she was a child. Xianya, only the fine lines at the corners of her eyes can reveal the fact that she is not young.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mu Han turned his head and bumped into his daughter's dazed eyes, and couldn't help but chuckle and tap the tip of her nose.

"Hmm." Mu Jinxi came back to his senses, leaning back without avoiding his mother's hand, he could only shrug his mouth and cover his nose in grievance, and said in a low voice: "Mom is not old, let's go out to the street now Everyone thought we were sisters."

Mu Han couldn't help laughing, he held her shoulders to straighten his dangling daughter, and said with a light smile, "You...you know how to make mom happy."

"Hmm, otherwise, how can I say that I am your caring little padded jacket." Mu Jinxi whimpered and showed a proud expression.

"Okay, okay, mommy's little padded jacket, come and hug me." Mu Han put his arms around her little daughter who was rarely acting like a baby, and patted her on the back with a smile.

Mu Jinxi acted lazily for a while, then suddenly remembered the question just now, "Hey mom, you and sister Qi... um."

Mu Han knew what she wanted to ask, and sighed silently: "Didn't you say it? I'm so old, I can't afford it."

What she said was ambiguous, but Mu Jinxi could roughly understand what she meant - if you don't leave, I won't give up.

Mu Jinxi, a daughter, can never intervene in the emotional story of the elders, she can only stare at Qi Shuya covetously, and then grit her teeth at her secretly, and there is nothing else she can do. I can only prepare for my wedding with pain and happiness.

During this time, Jing Rong was so busy running around like crazy that her feet didn't touch the ground. She went to shoot two endorsements, one magazine and one show. When she recovered, she suddenly realized that she hadn't seen Mu Jin for another month. Hee.And the wedding is tomorrow.

Due to customs, generally speaking, newlyweds cannot meet each other half a month before marriage. Originally, Mu Jinxi wanted to make trouble unreasonably by relying on his wife and wife, so he wanted to let it go. However, Jing Rong suddenly became much busy during this time. , she couldn't follow her, so she could only stare at the TV and make video calls to satisfy her cravings.For this, she was very annoyed at the 'insidious and cunning' Wen Qingyi, and even Lin Qi endured several rounds of anger from the little princess inexplicably.

Up to now, it doesn't matter if you obey or not, but it's already at the door, Mu Jinxi can only wave goodbye with grievances, looking forward to the next day's wedding.

"Makeup artist, makeup artist! Where are you going!" Wen Qingyi yelled angrily in the corridor, but when she turned around, she found that her younger sister, who was wearing a wedding dress, was happily playing with her mobile phone.

Seeing this, Wen Qingyi was immediately speechless, rushed up and snatched the phone away, and then gritted her teeth and warned, "Are you going to get married or play with your phone?"

Mu Jinxi blinked, and immediately blinked obediently and done well, and replied loudly with a righteous face: "Marry!"

Originally, Wen Qingyi was still a little angry, but when she touched her sister's bright eyes, all anger was thrown out of the sky, so she could only pinch her face angrily and funny, "You."

At this time, Mu Jinxi hadn't put on makeup yet, and her white, tender, clear and moist face felt very good to the touch, and Wen Qingyi couldn't help but hang around for a while longer.

"It hurts." Mu Jinxi pursed her mouth in grievance, and looked at her sister with accusing eyes.

Her face was already fair and tender, and any marks on it were very obvious, just like now, even though Wen Qingyi didn't use much effort, she still left a few red marks.

Seeing that she was neither serious nor serious, Wen Qingyi coughed a little guilty, turned from pinching to kneading, and leaned over to blow, "Good boy, it's okay."

"What are you doing?" Mu Han at the door frowned and looked at the eldest daughter, with sharp knives in his eyes.

There's no way, their posture looks like Wen Qingyi is kissing forcefully from the door, um, it's a bit impure.

Qi Shuya poked her head out from behind Mu Han, her eyes changed from surprise to amusement, "Ah... oh~~"

Wen Qingyi: "..."

Mu Jinxi: "..."

"I promise I didn't do anything." Wen Qingyi couldn't help covering her face.

Mu Han clicked his tongue, and stepped on ten centimeter high heels and walked in full of aura. She is wearing a formal suit today, and she looks like a special queen.She walked in and took a look at Mu Jinxi, then walked to the sofa and sat down, her legs crossed and her back straight, no matter how she looked, she looked very aura, which made Qi Shuya, who was sitting obediently next to her, very popular up.

Mu Jinxi couldn't help raising his eyebrows, secretly compared the two people, and came up with a satisfactory answer that he had an extra mother instead of a stepfather.

"Where's the makeup artist?" Mu Han couldn't help frowning when he found out that there were only the two of them in the huge dressing room.

"I just called, I don't know where I went." Wen Qingyi replied, she glanced at Mu Jinxi.

Mu Jinxi shrugged, saying that he didn't know either.

After a while, several makeup artists rushed over, nodded and apologized, and began to paint and paint on Mu Jinxi's face.

On the other side, Jing Rong was letting the makeup artist do her makeup with her eyes closed. She was wearing a custom-made dress between a suit and a wedding dress. She looked beautiful and handsome.

This was a special request from Mu Jinxi, and the designer who was tortured by it almost went on strike to design this satisfactory dress, which is the only one in the world.

"Okay, Miss Jing, are you satisfied?" After putting on the makeup, the sissy male makeup artist looked at her face with satisfaction, and asked gently while moving away to let her look in the mirror.

Jing Rong paused, resisting the urge to get goosebumps, looked at it carefully and then nodded in response, she thought Mu Jinxi should like her makeup like this.

The time was almost up, Jing Rong got up slowly under Lin Qi's reminder, went downstairs and took the car to Wen's Manor, after receiving Mu Jinxi, they would go around the city and then go to St. Petersburg Cathedral.Arrangements have been made there. After the oath is sworn in at the church, the wedding banquet will be held at the big hotel under Yan Rong, which has already been booked out.

In the end, the two of them would return to Wen's residence for a night, and then they would return to their new apartment, which had been furnished.

Jing Rong sat in the back seat of the car a little nervously, pursed her lips, opened her palms tightly, and there was a faint slippery touch—it was the sweat from her palms.

Early in the morning, the roads in S City were rarely smooth, and they arrived at Wen's house smoothly.

Wen Xuanming and Wen Qingyuan stood waiting at the door. They wore solemn black suits and a small red flower on their chests.

Jing Rong got out of the car, approached the two people unhurriedly, and saluted solemnly.

When Wen Xuanming saw this gentle and tough woman in front of him, he suddenly felt a special sour feeling. He shook his head, but he gave up the trouble he had prepared, and gave way to Budao: "Go in, Jinxi is waiting inside. It's on."

Wen Qingyuan gave him a strange look, raised his eyebrows slightly, then smiled at Jing Rong, and gave in calmly.

"Thank you uncle." Jing Rong bowed solemnly again, her long eyelashes concealing the surprise in her eyes.

Then she stepped into Wen's house.

The author has something to say: ah, ah, ah, it should be the end of the next chapter!One last time, is there anything else you want to watch?If there is no more, we will consider according to what was written in the previous chapter.

I will try my best to write and finish it by Wednesday!