McQueen stared at the room and looked around. Suddenly, he pointed at the chandelier in the room and said, "Boss, look above your head..."
Jiang Zhen looked up at the chandelier and found a pair of silver high heels hidden on top of the crystal chandelier. Jiang Zhen held his forehead and asked the bridesmaid, "Who hid it there?" She was so dedicated.
The bridesmaid suppressed her laughter and said, "It's Mr. Han."
That's Han Zhan.
Jiang Zhen said nothing and quickly ordered McQueen: "McQueen, go find me a staircase!"
McQueen went downstairs and looked for it, but couldn't find it.
Noticing that the five tall stools that had been blocking the door were still in the yard, McQueen quickly called over the black beauty Mai Yingge, who was standing in the distance watching the excitement. "Yingge, help me move two stools up."
According to the customs in Wangdong City, when welcoming the bride, the groom must bring two unmarried women to the bride's house to welcome her, who are responsible for supporting the bride and opening the car door for her.
Jiang Zhen didn't have a younger sister, so he gave the opportunity to welcome the bride to Mai Yingge and one of his female assistants.
Without a word, Mai Yingge ran upstairs carrying the stools, fearing that if she ran too slowly, she would delay her boss's lifelong event. Mai Kun also followed Mai Yingge, carrying two stools.
Four high stools stacked together were barely high enough. Jiang Zhen held onto McQueen's shoulders and stepped onto the stools, then stood on tiptoe and successfully removed the high heels from the chandelier.
"I have to admit how well these shoes are hidden." Jiang Zhen complained before half-kneeling to put on Han Wangwang's shoes.
After a busy period, Jiang Zhen finally succeeded in holding the bride, Han Wangwang, and was about to take her downstairs.
In the lobby on the first floor, Han Yueyun and his wife Lin Jiao'e sat on either side of an eight-person table, chatting with the guests.
Old man Han Dongliang and the old woman sat on the right side of Han Yueyun, while Han Junjun, who was dressed up carefully, stood obediently behind his grandparents.
Old Madam Han, who was experiencing a bit of dementia, adjusted the fireworks on her chest and said with a smile to the relatives who were watching the fun, "Today is my son Yueyun's wedding! He is going to marry the daughter of the Lin family, Lin Jiao'e. I've seen that girl before; she's beautiful and virtuous..."
Han Dongliang and Han Yueyun were both amused and confused when they heard this. Han Yueyun said to his mother, "Mom, what you said happened more than 20 years ago. Today is not your son's wedding, it's your granddaughter's wedding!"
Grandma Han closed her mouth and was quiet for a moment. Then she tilted her head and stared at Han Yueyun and asked, "Yueyun, do you have a daughter?"
Han Yueyun wanted to become autistic.
Han Junjun quickly handed a cup of hot tea to her grandmother, "Grandma, today is a happy day. You must be thirsty from talking so much. Come, have some hot tea to moisten your lungs."
Grandma Han looked at Han Junjun, her eyes lit up. Without taking the tea, she directly held Han Junjun's left hand and looked at Han Junjun with burning eyes, as if she was looking at a piece of high-quality pork belly.
Han Junjun felt a little scared when he was looked at.
Grandma asked him, "Young man, where are you from? How old are you this year? Are you married? What kind of girl do you like? Tell me and I will help you find a beautiful wife."
Han Junjun quickly looked at his grandfather for help. Han Dongliang held his forehead and said to his wife, "Old woman, this is your grandson Junjun, Han Che! Take a closer look!"
When Grandma Han heard this, she stopped looking at Han Junjun and turned her head to stare at Han Dongliang with a very unfamiliar look.
Han Dongliang had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the next second he heard the old woman say, "Where did you come from, old man? My husband is very handsome, and you look so ugly, and you still have the nerve to pretend to be my man!"
Han Dongliang: "..."
Han Junjun couldn't help but laugh with glee.
Song Ci and Han Zhan sat opposite Han Dongliang and his wife. The couple listened to the conversation between their uncle and aunt, feeling both funny and sad.
My aunt's dementia is getting worse.
At this time, someone shouted: "The bride and groom are coming down!"
Upon hearing this, Han Yueyun and Lin Jiao'e subconsciously started to tidy up their clothes, and then went on to fix their hairstyles.
There were two photographers at the wedding, one photographing the bride and groom, the other photographing the family's relatives and elders. Noticing Han Yueyun and his wife's movements, the photographer quietly captured the nervousness of being a parent.
Soon, Jiang Zhen came downstairs carrying Han Wangwang.
Jiang Zhen placed Han Wangwang in front of Han Yueyun and his wife. He also turned around and faced Han Yueyun and his wife.
Han Yueyun and Lin Jiao'e looked at the perfect couple standing side by side in front of them, and couldn't help but sigh: How could time pass so quickly?
In the blink of an eye, how come the little girl who used to walk unsteadily got married?
"Han Che, serve the tea!" someone reminded Han Junjun from the side.
Han Junjun withdrew his gaze from his sister, quickly picked up the tea that had been prepared in advance, and handed it to Jiang Zhen and Han Wangwang respectively.
"Sister, brother-in-law, it's time to serve tea!"
Jiang Zhen and Han Wangwang took the teacups with both hands and slowly knelt down.
Han Wangwang stared at her parents in front of her through the red veil. When she thought of the carefree years when she was surrounded by her parents and laughed and played, she felt particularly uncomfortable, sad and reluctant.
"Dad...Mom! Please have some tea!" Han Wangwang called out "Dad" but his voice broke and he burst into tears.
Obviously, getting married was a joyful thing, and both of their families were well-off, and she could always come home after marriage. But at this moment, facing separation, Han Wangwang couldn't help crying.
Han Yueyun and Lin Jiao'e had been holding their breath, afraid to cry, fearing to disrupt the excitement and beauty of the moment. But after hearing Han Wangwang's sobs, Lin Jiao'e looked at her graceful daughter and burst into tears, too.
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