Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

Yesterday, the entire mansion was still surrounded by a peaceful and beautiful atmosphere of happiness. This day's big happy event had not been digested in the future, and it was plunged into a deadly silence early this morning, and people had already been sent to the palace.

Except for Hua Yi and Song Tan, everyone in the Washington residence dare not show their grandeur.

Most people secretly slandered: It was only after the wedding night that they found out that the person was wrong. I have never seen such absurd thing.

Song Tan sat on the grand teacher's chair in the hall, and looked down at the red wedding dress that he had not changed in the future. Because he was a man, the style of the wedding dress was not as gorgeous as that of a woman, but the two flowers on the cuffs The finely stitched flowers still obstructed his eyes.

Thinking of encountering such absurd thing, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes, turned his head and stopped looking, but looked at the busy crowd in front of him, even huddled together, feeling very depressed.

Panting heavily, he found a pair of folding fans from nowhere, and Song Tan unfolded them with a clatter——

Red sandalwood is the bone, silk is the surface, and on the fan surface is a pair of crow-colored meticulously drawn beauty memories, half exposed.

Song Tan focused on dispelling his anger, he didn't even glance at the fan, he shook the fan quickly, feeling the cool breeze.

Hua Yi was not the same. He was wearing a loose wedding dress and sat on the other grand master's chair beside Song Tan, with his hands folded behind his head. The expression on his face did not reveal his state of mind.

He was just yawning casually, caught a glimpse of the folding fan in Song Tan's hand, chuckled softly and then stopped making a sound.

Someone brought a cup of tea to Song Tan, bowed his head upright, "Madam, please have some tea."

Song Tan's expression froze, he put away the folding fan, and snapped it on the table, which made the already surprisingly quiet atmosphere in the hall even more strange. Almost everyone held their breath and paid attention to his situation.

"Little girl, what do you call me? You can see clearly that I am not your wife!"

A trace of panic flashed in the little girl's eyes when she heard the words, she knew that she had said something wrong, she blinked her eyes for a long time and tears were about to fall, and she didn't know how to answer.

Hua Yi opened his mouth anyway, and he nodded approvingly, "That's right. You can't call him Mrs. Xiner now. Xin'er, you should call him Mr. Song."

"Song... Mr. Song." The little girl said submissively, and Zhou Zhou made another salute.

Song Tan didn't respond, and the little girl was sent down by Hua Yi.

Even though the tea was not drunk, Song Tan continued to shake his fan happily.

With a bang, the fan spread out, and every stroke of the beauty picture came into view.

Song Tan's face suddenly turned blue, and he had fanned the fan majestically in front of everyone just now, and Song Tan's face felt a little hot again, turning from green to red.Close the fan and throw it aside.

Witnessing the whole process, Hua Yi looked at him and said with a smile, "There are so many folding fans in the room, it just so happens that Mr. Song found this one, it is really fate with the beauty in the painting."

Song Tan replied with a smile: "Mr. Song can't compare to Mr. Hua's compassion for beauties. With Mr. Hua's status, he must be surrounded by beauties. However, beauties will eventually twilight, Mr. Hua is thoughtful. The beauty is stored on the folding fan, is it to comfort the pain of lovesickness from time to time?"

Hua Yi could tell that he was beating around the bush and saying that he was a womanizer, and that he was not enough to hang around with a bunch of beauties, and he still had to look at this kind of pornographic pictures every day.

He said with a calm expression: "This folding fan is really what I got when I was looking for flowers and willows."

Song Tan clicked his tongue expressionlessly, and said slowly: "I can't see that Mr. Hua is still an elegant person, fighting wine to attract prostitutes, singing the wind and playing the moon, so happy."

Hua Yi could hear the sarcasm in his words, and raised his eyebrows.

Then he nodded with a smile and said yes, "Let's take Mr. Song with us some other day, and enjoy singing and drinking. See the most beautiful flowers and listen to the singing of the most beautiful prostitutes."

He paused, met Song Tan's eyes, and licked his lower lip intentionally, "But if that prostitute meets Mr. Song, he won't be the most beautiful, and he will definitely cover his face and cry."

Hua Yi is comparing Song Tan, a son of a family, with the flowers, plants, bees and butterflies in the land of fireworks, which is really insulting.

Song Tan was a little annoyed in his heart, but his face was still serious, "In the future, Mr. Laohua will take Song to learn more. It's just... Mr. Hua has gone. Based on Mr. Hua's appearance, the business of those prostitutes has not yet come to fruition." Has it landed on Mr. Hua?"

After listening to Song Tan's reply with a gun and a stick, he thought that this man's eloquence was quite interesting, so he heard Hua Yi laugh loudly: "You and each other! Very good! Let's go grab their business together!"

Hua Yi's thought on the spur of the moment became quite powerful, and the smile on his face was also quite large, so he almost dragged Song Tan to a brothel to perform art and sell himself.

Song Tan wanted to save Hua Yi's face, he didn't pay attention to Hua Yi's arrogance, he just frowned slightly, looked Hua Yi up and down, then turned his head away, and muttered softly: "Second idiot."

Hua Yi's hearing was excellent, and he immediately asked, "What did you say?"

Song Tan was quite helpless, he turned to Hua Yi and looked at him, his eyes filled with spring water glistening under the sun reflected in Hua Yi's eyes,

He looked serious, as if he didn't mix false words at all, and said: "I, Kua, you are handsome."

Hua Yi almost drowned in this Wang Chunshui.

He suppressed the smile on his lips, put away his sloppy attitude, and stared at Song Tan, because when he spoke, he was very serious and looked like a dog, and often what he said was very real and weighty, and he had to believe it .

First, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and then his face fell instantly and he said, "I've known for a long time that I'm handsome, so what else do you say?"

Song Tan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then patted his palms a few times, "Convince me."

Hua Yi returned with a very loose fist, "No talent, no talent."

The two masters didn't deliberately lower their voices when they spoke. The servants who were busy in the hall saw and listened to the verbal and verbal interactions between the two of them.

Seeing and hearing it made one feel anxious, afraid that one of the masters would tear his face and punch him in the next second.

So they didn't dare to make too many expressions, and they all did their own things as if nothing had happened.

They were even more puzzled: the fact that the new wife made a mistake was obviously a matter of great urgency, so why did they talk to each other calmly.

Hua Yi looked outside the door, there was a young servant tearing off the happy words that had just been pasted under the window lattice yesterday, a ray of morning light slanted in through the torn gap, the young servant looked focused, and his movements were delicate and smooth. serious.

Of course, Hua Yi didn't know that this boy had no expression on his face, but he was full of complaints in his heart, because he had been ordered that even if it was torn off, it had to be a complete and appropriate "Happy" character, otherwise the "Happy" would still be unlucky. his monthly money.

Seeing the boy's cautiousness, Hua Yi thought it was funny, so he nodded with his hand, motioning Song Tan to look.

Song Tan looked in the direction of his fingers. He didn't intend to pay attention to what they were doing, but most of the people in Washington in front of him were diligently cleaning up the traces left by yesterday's wedding guests in the hall. With a serious expression, he was looking into the problem of the new wife's mistakes.

With Hua Yi's pointing finger, he realized that some of the servants were cleaning up the red and happy things.

Hua Yi felt wronged, and said, "Because you don't want to be my wife."

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