Song Qinghe remained silent, only staring at him with a playful look in her eyes. Her meaning was quite clear: if they weren't allowed in, how could they get married?
Are we not going out today?
They're still holed up here, acting like nothing's happened.
Looking into her eyes, Lu Zhaolin suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a very foolish decision.
Today is their wedding day, and it's impossible for her not to go out; the elders are still waiting over there for tea.
A look of annoyance flashed across Lu Zhaolin's eyes, and he quickly said, "Then I'll carry you out?"
Song Qinghe: "No need, give me your hand."
Comparatively speaking, she hopes that she can walk hand in hand with Lu Zhaolin and that their future paths will be the same.
Lu Zhaolin wanted to carry her out, but seeing Song Qinghe's expression, he couldn't bear to go against her wishes.
Whatever Song Qinghe says goes.
From now on, I must listen to my wife.
Lu Ye and his friends huddled by the door, eavesdropping. Although they couldn't hear anything important, they were still very happy.
People are happiest when they gossip, especially when it comes to gossiping about Lu Zhaolin.
Because of his family background and personal abilities, Lu Zhaolin has always been someone else's child, basically someone who is always on a pedestal.
When people face Lu Zhaolin, they are generally both curious and in awe.
Hearing the two people inside talking about holding hands, they quickly huddled together.
"They're out! They're out!"
"Quickly, make way!"
"..."
Lu Zhaolin was exasperated by the commotion outside. Did these people think they were deaf and blind at such a young age?
So you can't hear what they're saying at all?
They're all incredibly adept at seeking thrills and getting themselves into trouble.
Song Qinghe slipped her hand through his arm and gently hooked it around his, comforting him, "Come on, it's a joyous day, be happy!"
Lu Zhaolin instantly lost all his bad temper, becoming the type to do whatever his wife said.
He had no opinion; whatever.
The two opened the door and came out, and Lu Ye and the others, who had been whispering to each other, immediately fell silent.
We looked at each other, but neither of us spoke first.
Lu Zhaolin glanced at them: "You're not here to pick up the bride, what are you all standing here like wooden blocks for? Let's go!"
Yo yo yo, you're not angry!
Lu Ye and his group perked up almost instantly, becoming incredibly energetic and starting to beat drums and gongs.
Lu Zhaolin didn't say anything more; after all, it's a wedding, and there needs to be a certain atmosphere.
Lu Zhaolin took Song Qinghe's hand and walked towards their courtyard.
In the courtyard, Grandpa Lu and the others had already brought out benches and were waiting.
He kept glancing outside, looking quite anxious.
They couldn't help but be anxious. As long as Song Qinghe hadn't officially married into the family, she couldn't be considered their proper daughter-in-law.
How can I not be anxious?
Even the usually serious Lu Dongzheng became nervous and ran over after hearing the commotion outside.
"They're here! They're here!"
"Dad, Uncle Song, look!"
Lu Zhengguo also dragged Song Yiren over; this guy has always been very stubborn.
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