Take wedding photos and decide on the wedding style.

In just two days, Song Wanwan not only witnessed Rong Luchi's execution ability, but also really witnessed his influence.

People on the Internet say that getting married is time-consuming and laborious.

When it came to her, apart from having some difficulty in making a decision, the rest were all decided by Rong Luchi.

For example, the wedding used light colors, from the decoration to every dish and every pastry at the wedding banquet.

They were all finalized by Rong Luchi himself.

Song Wanwan just nodded beside him and praised him, saying, "Husband, you are so great. You always choose the best."

"Little flatterer." After Rong Luchi hung up the phone with Mu Sen, he asked him to personally supervise the decoration of the bridal chamber, and specifically instructed that every flower present must be able to bloom on that day.

It cannot wither too early, nor bloom too late.

Song Wanwan adjusted her posture, fell directly onto his thighs, and slept carefree.

"I've really seen that money can do whatever you want."

"I can't give you a grand wedding, but I still have to arrange everything myself. After all, this is just the one marriage."

"What a pity, it can only be tied once."

Song Wanwan teased deliberately, his expression full of regret.

Rong Luchi threw his phone aside and glanced at the little woman lying on his lap.

Song Wanwan chuckled.

Because she saw the man's face suddenly become serious.

"It's just a joke. If I ever remarry, it will be with you. From now on, all my golden, silver, and diamond wedding anniversaries will be with you."

Song Wanwan reached out and touched the man Leng Yi's cheek, pretending to comfort him.

But the casual touch on his face and the perfunctory look made Rong Luchi's expression even more serious.

Rong Luchi reached out and slowly pinched Song Wanwan's face: "Little bastard."

"Well, I was wrong." Song Wanwan immediately begged for mercy.

As soon as Rong Lvchi let go, she immediately smiled and said, "You'll dare to do it again next time!"

After saying that, he stood up from the sofa in an instant with a somersault.

Then he climbed over the sofa and ran into the room.

"You need to be punished." Rong Luchi also stood up suddenly and chased after him.

See if he doesn't deal with her!

…

"Wanwan." Old Master Song heard the voice and looked over. Seeing Song Wanwan coming over, he was particularly touched.

His face was dark and red, thin and gaunt, with a broad forehead and deep wrinkles that made him look weathered. He had a pair of bright eyes, always had a smile on his face, and his voice was as loud as a bell.

"Grandpa, it just so happens that I'm off today and he needs to take care of some work matters. I can have some fun with you."

"Rest well and don't dwell on work all the time. It's good to relax occasionally."

"It's about combining work and rest. I understand."

"Are you free this afternoon? Tomorrow, Grandpa will take you to visit an old friend. You're getting married soon, and Grandpa hasn't prepared your dowry yet. Come out for a walk with Grandpa this afternoon."

"Grandpa, he has arranged everything for me. There is a lot, so I don't need to buy anything else."

"That was prepared by my husband's family. Grandpa is from my wife's family, so I want to give you the confidence you deserve. There are only two of us left in the family, and you are my only precious granddaughter."

Ever since Song Wanwan changed her name to Song, the old man has been raising her as his own grandson, not his granddaughter.

"Well, let's go see what Grandpa likes."

After the grandfather and grandson had breakfast early in the morning, Old Man Song asked Song Wanwan to change his clothes and go out at noon.

Under the supervision of his grandfather, Song Wanwan tried on all the clothes in the house.

But grandpa was not satisfied.

"What about grandpa's outfit?" Song Wanwan was wearing slippers, with her long hair tied into a ponytail without a single bang, revealing her full and smooth forehead, and she was trying to look cool.

He was wearing all black, with a black shirt loosely rolled up to his elbows and one button left unbuttoned, looking serious yet a little lazy.

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit pants, which matched Song Wanwan's heroic little face.

Looking back at Song Wanwan, he was wearing a black shirt and black pants again.

Old Master Song frowned, "Wanwan, they are all too plain. Girls should wear something pink."

"Grandpa, I'm just going to have a meal." Song Wanwan was a little depressed. Her neutral-style clothes were not to her grandfather's liking.

Seeing that his grandfather was still not satisfied with his clothes, Song Wanwan put his hands on his hips, with frustration on his little face.

"Go change again, into a set of brightly colored clothes that girls wear, the kind that little girls wear, pink and tender, like you wore when you were a child."

When Mr. Song saw how his granddaughter was dressed, he didn't know what to say.

If her grandmother had not always taken care of her and let her keep her hair long since she was a child, Mr. Song would probably have really thought that she was a grandson, not a granddaughter.

"Grandpa, I have no clothes left. I've changed all my clothes and you're still not satisfied. What can I do? Let's just leave it at that."

Song Wanwan scratched his head, and his fair little face looked very embarrassed.

"That works."

"Okay." Song Wanwan thought that her grandfather agreed to her going out like this, so she snapped her fingers and that was it.

"Grandpa will take you shopping later and buy you some bright clothes. What girl doesn't love beauty?"

Upon hearing this, the smile on her little face froze instantly.

"Actually, I have a lot of clothes, but I think it's better to keep it simple when going shopping."

Rong Luchi bought her a lot of clothes.

They were all luxury items, so luxurious that she was embarrassed to wear them daily.

Because she used to take care of her grandfather, all her income was used to pay for his medical expenses, and she had nothing to buy for herself.

"Okay..." Anyway, in her grandfather's eyes, she will always be the kind of little girl who wears beautiful dresses.

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