Sister Yan evaded the question, "Actually, your husband has been rebellious since he was young. He's a bit of a genius."
"I don't really know what he does outside every day."
"You are his favorite. When you have time, ask him what he is busy with. Remember to share with me~"
Although Hua Qi didn't believe these words, Sister Yan spoke sincerely, so she didn't dare to ask any further questions.
The makeup artist pulled out a chair and asked her to sit down. "Let's get started. We'll need to change into the dress later and do our hair according to the style of the dress."
"It'll take at least half an hour to get to the wedding venue. That doesn't give us much time."
Hua Qi smiled calmly, "Actually, it's fine to just go like this."
Sister Yan looked at her in the mirror and said, "That won't work. Your husband asked me to make you a dress a long time ago."
"Xiao Qi, you have a heavy task today~"
"Most of the famous socialites in Beijing will be attending this wedding. Today, you are the walking billboard!"
"Whether the Lychee brand's popularity can reach new heights depends on your performance today."
Hua Qi couldn't help but sit up straight, "Sister, I feel so stressed when you say that."
Sister Yan waved her hand and said, "It's okay. Those two guys downstairs also have a mission."
An hour later.
Hua Qi walked downstairs in high heels.
Fu Jiusi's eyes inadvertently swept across the spiral staircase, but stopped the moment they touched her.
She was dressed in a dress, like a shining star descending to earth.
The dress is a dreamy blue, dotted with tiny diamonds, sparkling charmingly under the light.
Her hair was gently tied up, with a few strands of hair playfully falling beside her fair neck.
His breathing hitched and his heart began to beat violently, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
At this moment, the world seemed to be quiet, and only her figure bloomed in his eyes.
His deep eyes were filled with amazement, and his excitement surged like a tide.
His lips were slightly parted, and he stared at her blankly as if he was under a spell.
Her beauty was beyond words and made his soul tremble.
Looking at his dazed expression, Mo Chi smiled with curved eyebrows and said jokingly, "After getting married, you forgot..."
At this time, Sister Yan slowly walked down the spiral staircase.
Mo Chi was also stunned.
When Sister Yan went down the last step, she accidentally stepped on empty air.
Mo Chi flew over and caught Sister Yan steadily.
“That was a close call!”
"Sister, you didn't sprain your ankle, did you?"
"It's okay, it's okay. I was just distracted." Sister Yan looked at Mo Chi's clothes and adjusted his tie. "Not bad, it fits well."
Mo Chi's ears turned slightly red, and he was too embarrassed to look up at Sister Yan.
"Silly boy, have you grown up and learned to be shy?" Sister Yan patted his face lovingly, "We are all family, why are you blushing?"
The bouquet of flowers he had practiced for a long time was now lingering at his lips.
He clenched his hands secretly at his sides, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Sister, I..."
"If you have anything to say, get in the car. It's too late." Sister Yan pulled me out.
Mo Chi: “…”
The 1001st confession attempt was declared a failure!
He was extremely depressed.
Over the years, whenever he mustered up the courage to take a step forward, various unexpected situations would always arise.
He could only silently comfort himself: there is a long way to go and there are plenty of opportunities.
Still today.
Sister Yan looked at Fu Jiusi and said, "Why don't you not go today? It's not your wedding anyway."
Fu Jiusi took Hua Qi's hand and said, "As long as my wife is here, anywhere is my wedding."
Hua Qi: “…”
Mo Chi gave a thumbs up, "Xiu'er!"
Sister Yan, "Your wheelchair mainly affects the display of my clothes."
Fu Jiusi raised his eyelids and looked at Mo Chi, "Even if I lie on the ground, I still look better than him."
Mo Chi hugged Sister Yan's arm in a frivolous manner, "Sister, look at him, he's targeting me again!"
Sister Yan frowned in disdain, "You two are getting more and more annoying as you get older. You're even worse than when you were little!"
Hua Qi stood by and watched, envious of their relationship but also worried about Mo Chi.
After getting in the car, she subtly sounded out Fu Jiusi's intentions, "What's Sister Yan's ideal type?"
Fu Jiusi's face darkened slightly. "I asked her before, and she said she would only know after she met her."
Hua Qi was silent for a moment, then acted like a seasoned love expert. "I think Sister Yan might have someone she likes, but she doesn't want to tell you. Or maybe she really doesn't."
Fu Jiusi looked at her quietly.
After a while.
He said, "I remembered a joke on the Internet. Listening to your words is better than a whole speech."
Hua Qi clicked his tongue, "This is not meaningless nonsense."
"Just listen to my analysis."
"If Sister Yan doesn't have anyone in mind right now, then she doesn't have a clear ideal type in mind. Let's not discuss this situation."
"If she has it, but she doesn't tell you, what do you think the reason is?"
Fu Jiusi raised her eyebrows slightly, "What's the reason?"
Hua Qi slapped his thigh, "That must be someone I know!"
"Because we are all familiar with each other and have even grown up together, it's hard to speak directly."
"So, when you asked, she just perfunctorily said: You'll know when you meet her."
Fu Jiusi narrowed his eyes slightly, examining the look in her eyes, "Do you know something?"
Hua Qi shook his head, "I don't know, it's just a guess."
"You can screen the people who often appear around Sister Yan and see if there is any young man of marriageable age who is suitable."
She deliberately emphasized the word "frequently", and she was almost about to report Mo Chi's ID card.
Fu Jiusi clenched his fists, feeling very unhappy.
Mo Chi, this bastard, knew that he didn't agree, so he actually encouraged Qi Bao to do ideological work on him.
Oh……
Whimsical!
He firmly disagrees with this marriage!
Arrive at Fanke International Hotel.
At the end of the red carpet, media reporters were piled up in three layers, and flash cameras were clicking.
This scene can’t be compared to that of celebrities walking on the red carpet.
Hua Qi pushed Fu Jiusi along the red carpet. She deliberately slowed down her pace to give her dress enough time to show off.
A bunch of people were holding up cameras to take pictures of her. Fu Jiusi was very unhappy and urged, "That's enough, hurry up."
After entering the hotel, Hua Qi left him and went straight to the bride's dressing room.
However, the dressing room was quiet and no one was there.
"Wen Lan?" Hua Qi looked towards the locker room and called out as he walked in.
When she stumbled to the dressing table, her heart trembled with fear.
There was a piece of paper on the table with a line of blood words written on it: Qiqi, I'm sorry.
The blood hasn't dried yet!
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