But little did she know that her cousin's mind had become as bent as a mosquito coil.
"Little cousin." Han Wangwang smiled sweetly at Song Ci and said, "Are you going to the bathroom too?"
Song Ci nodded and said, "The ceremony is about to begin, hurry up and put on some makeup."
"good."
When Song Ci came out of the bathroom, Jiang Bi was still trimming Han Wangwang's eyebrows.
Song Ci washed her hands in the sink beside them, dried them with a hairdryer, and then carefully applied hand cream from her bag. As a delicate and beauty-conscious girl, her bag always contained a variety of skincare products.
After applying hand cream, Song Ci was about to leave when she suddenly called Jiang Bi.
"Jiang Bi."
Jiang Bi turned her head and looked at Song Ci silently.
Song Ci pointed at the corner of his lips with his finger and said, "There is red lipstick on the corner of your mouth." In fact, Jiang Bi was using a more everyday cinnamon-colored lipstick today, but there was some oxblood-red lipstick on the corner of his mouth.
That is Han Wangwang's lip color.
Jiang Bi and Han Wangwang understood Song Ci's hint and their expressions changed.
Song Ci turned and left.
Back in the banquet hall, Song Ci sat down next to Han Zhan, somewhat absent-minded, and didn't speak much. Han Zhan noticed Song Ci's strangeness and handed her a cup of hot tea.
Song Ci took the teacup and, without even testing the water temperature, raised her hand to drink the tea. Han Zhan quickly grabbed her wrist and lectured her: "Why are you so reckless? This is hot tea."
Song Ci came to her senses and scolded Han Zhan: "Why don't you let it cool down before giving it to me?"
Han Zhan smiled. "You." He shook the cup and blew on it while saying, "What are you thinking about? I see you've been restless since you came back from the bathroom."
Han Zhan narrowed his eyes and said, "Did you hear something unhappy in the toilet again?" Toilets, coffee shops, and courtyards in courtyards are always places where gossip breeds.
Song Ci really wanted to tell Han Zhan: I saw your little niece and Jiang Bi together.
But fearing she might scare Han Zhan's sweetheart, Song Ci could only hold it in. Besides, Song Ci had no idea what the relationship between Han Wangwang and Jiang Bi was, and jumping to conclusions might hurt Han Wangwang's feelings.
To put it another way, Han Wangwang can like whoever he wants, so why bother with such wide Song Dynasty porcelain tubes? Wasn't Xiao Ming's grandfather able to live to 98 because he never meddled in other people's affairs?
Boom——
Boom——
Suddenly, a solemn bell sounded from the speakers.
The MC stood in the audience and loudly reminded everyone: "Everyone please be quiet, the auspicious time has arrived, please invite the bride to enter!"
Hearing this, everyone fell silent.
Yan Jiang stood with his back to the door on the small round stage in the middle of the red carpet.
Yan Jiang's hair was too short for styling, so the stylist put a wig on him. Today, Yan Jiang wore a black gentleman's tuxedo suit with two letters, an F and a J, pinned above the bottom two buttons of his jacket.
A silver chain connected the two letters, and every little detail revealed his love for Song Fei.
Yan Jiang held a bouquet of flowers in his hands, his hands hanging down in front of his chest, and was breathing deeply. He was about to see Song Fei in her wedding dress, and he was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
Song Fei took small steps and walked into the venue.
She wore a halter-neck wedding dress with a shallow V-neckline, revealing her sexy back. Her hair was all tied up, and she didn't wear a veil, but a lace wedding hat that half-covered her face.
She walked behind Yan Jiang and patted his shoulder gently.
Yan Jiang slowly turned his head, taking in Song Fei's appearance today, one glance at a time, and carefully imprinted it deep in his soul. Seeing Song Fei, dressed in a wedding dress and smiling at him, Yan Jiang suddenly put his hand to his forehead and lowered his head to cry.
Everyone: “…”
It’s true!
When Yan Jiang started crying, Song Fei did something surprising. She pulled Yan Jiang's head down, pressed it into her arms, and patted his back gently. "Why are you crying? Don't cry."
Yan Jiang hugged Song Fei and cried, "A Fei, I... I'm so happy, I finally married you."
Yan Jiang sobbed uncontrollably, but the audience burst into laughter. They had attended so many weddings, but this was the first time they had seen a groom crying so eloquently while hiding in the bride's arms.
Song Ci laughed so hard that she fell into Han Zhan's arms, "Oh my god, this crybaby is really a coward."
Yan Jiang has established an arrogant and self-centered image in the entertainment industry for so many years, but his image suddenly collapsed at the moment of the wedding.
Several leaders of Yan Jiang's fan club who were invited to attend the wedding looked at each other in confusion when they saw Yan Jiang crying.
Who would have thought that a boy who looks frivolous and unruly, and who is always complaining about everything and the entire entertainment industry, actually has a little crybaby in his heart.
Is this the true face of an idol?
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