The family’s wedding was grand, with colorful balloons floating in the open space, and the sunlight shining through the balloons cast a colorful light and shadow.
Ji Panpan was wearing a custom-made wedding dress, looking like a princess in a fairy tale, but she stood on the stage with a vigilant look on her face, her eyes sharp as she scanned every corner around her.
When she was sure that she didn't see Song Jiao, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense shoulders drooped slightly.
In the guest seats, the elders of the Miao family all had solemn expressions, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on them, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating.
At this moment, a burst of noisy footsteps broke the silence, and Song Jiao led a group of people into the wedding scene. Even more shocking was that these dozen people were actually Ji Panpan's ex-boyfriends, each of them looking embarrassed, but also with a bit of curiosity and amusement.
A trace of despair flashed in Ji Panpan's eyes. She recognized every face and wailed in her heart: "It's over!"
She turned around and tried to flee, but Song Jiao grabbed her wedding dress and smiled brightly, "Why are you running? Shouldn't you be catching up with your ex-husband?"
Ji Panpan was stunned. She didn't expect Song Jiao to play such a big game and bring up 18 "ex-boyfriends" at once. This was simply a farce! The ex-boyfriends spoke up one after another, and doubts arose one after another:
"Didn't you say you had a terminal illness and didn't want to burden me?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to run away, hide from your harsh uncle and aunt, and be forced to marry an old man?"
"Didn't you say your heart was dead and you would never love again?"
…
Every word was like a knife, stabbing Ji Panpan's face, making it change unpredictably, blue and white mixed together, like a color palette.
Miao Zhongkai's face turned even darker. He looked at Ji Panpan in disbelief and said in a low voice, "Didn't you say that I was your first man and that meeting me was fate? Then what are these people?"
Ji Panpan reached out to hold Miao Zhongkai, but he pushed her away fiercely and said with disgust: "Don't touch me, you make me feel sick!"
His stomach churned at the thought that this woman might have been intimate with so many other people.
Ji Panpan tried to get closer again, but was pushed away ruthlessly again.
At this time, Song Jiao was watching the fun from the side. She invited those "ex-boyfriends" to sit down and enjoy the wedding banquet, and generously gave each of them a red envelope of 520 yuan, which was considered "the most she could do."
Ji Panpan completely collapsed. She took out a dagger and rushed towards Song Jiao, vowing to end this woman who ruined everything for her.
Song Jiao was well prepared. She pretended to be hit, her body began to twitch, then she grabbed Ji Panpan's hair, spun around and sang: "The magic of love spins around..."
Spinning and jumping with my eyes closed!
Awww, so refreshing!
When Ji Panpan was unable to resist, Song Jiao threw her to the ground, picked up a strand of her hair, and said with disgust: "The quality of your hair is so bad! You might as well look at the quality of my clothes!" As she said that, she began to tear Ji Panpan's wedding dress again.
"Hiss..." The sound of the wedding dress tearing was extremely harsh.
Although Miao Zhongkai was angry, today was his wedding and he had to stand up.
However, just as he opened his mouth, Song Jiao wrapped a torn piece of cloth around his neck and tied him together with Ji Panpan.
Then, Song Jiao took the rope from her "ex-boyfriends", tied the two of them tightly, and then began to spin around wildly like two dolls.
The speed is getting faster and faster, as if it will never stop.
If you listen carefully, you can hear a "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound.
"People who love each other should be together for a lifetime, and they should be locked together!" Song Jiao laughed, while Ji Panpan and Miao Zhongkai wailed in the air.
Mother Miao was heartbroken, but she didn't dare to provoke Song Jiao, so she could only ask Grandpa Miao for help.
The old man just glanced at it indifferently and turned away.
Miao's mother placed her hopes on Miao's father again, but he only had a gloomy face and said coldly: "You caused the trouble yourself, so you have to solve it yourself!"
After Song Jiao had spun around enough, she finally stopped, a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then she ruthlessly threw Ji Panpan and Miao Zhongkai onto the stage.
The thud of human flesh hitting the table was surprisingly pleasant to the ears in this huge banquet hall, even exceptionally pleasant, causing the guests to burst into laughter.
The two people were dizzy from being spun around, the whole world seemed to be spinning, their stomachs were churning, and a feeling of nausea kept rising up their throats.
They retched face to face, but because their stomachs were empty, they couldn't vomit anything out. They just opened their mouths in vain, looking miserable.
Song Jiao proudly snatched the microphone from the emcee, her voice ringing throughout the room: "Now, please invite our ex-girlfriends and ex-boyfriends to come up and have a special interaction with our bride and groom!"
There was a hint of teasing and provocation in her words, which made everyone present excited and look forward to a good show.
Upon hearing this, Ji Panpan and Miao Zhongkai's hearts sank to the bottom. They looked at each other, their eyes full of despair.
This is not a wedding, it's a disaster!
As Song Jiao finished speaking, thirty gorgeously dressed young ladies filed into the wedding gate, each holding a variety of props in their hands, from feather sticks to inflatable hammers, with excited smiles on their faces.
On the other hand, the ex-husband's friends were not to be outdone. They took out their own props and prepared to give the "lucky" newlyweds some "special care".
"Panpan, are you ready? Take it!" An ex-girlfriend giggled and waved the feather stick in her hand lightly, but with a bit of provocation.
"Zhongkai, you have to hold on, we won't show mercy!" A former husband laughed, the inflatable hammer in his hand ready to go.
In a short while, Ji Panpan and Miao Zhongkai were beaten black and blue by these seemingly harmless but actually annoying little props, but they were trapped and could not move at all.
Although they were just toy hammers and could not cause serious injuries, the embarrassment and pain made them wish they could find a hole to crawl into.
"Alright, alright, that's enough. Don't really hurt anyone." Song Jiao finally spoke, and everyone stopped with a lingering feeling.
However, when they looked closely, they found that Ji Panpan and Miao Zhongkai had both fainted due to excessive shock and fatigue.
"Good news, the two people are finally free." A guest joked.
"Bad news, no one wants to play anymore, the show ends early." Another guest said. Everyone sighed, but they also felt that this wedding had left behind an unforgettable "story".
Ji Panpan and Miao Zhongkai, who were in a coma, might have been feeling relieved in their dreams that this absurd wedding had finally come to an end.
Soon, a restriction letter was issued to the aristocratic family.
This is what Song Jiao has been waiting for, and she hopes they can accept this great gift!
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