Chapter 848： The finale-the final wedding (2/2)

Wen Yi kicked him on the spot.

However, he still went there. The child was temporarily housed in Wen's house, and Wen mother and Ye Siran took care of it. It was not a big problem in a few days.

Think about the fact that they were pregnant after a long time of reconciliation, and then gave birth to a child. How could a couple who had just given birth have so much time to enjoy the world of two people? After removing this resentment, Wen Ye thought the proposal was good. .

Bourton-on-the-water, known as Little Venice in the UK, has a quiet flowing Windrush-River that runs through the town. The water can reach the bottom. Low stone bridges connect the banks of the river. The river banks are lined with lush large trees. Tree, long history and quiet.

Visual beauty, and more importantly, there is a sense of relaxation and joy that abandons the world.

Wen Huan was very happy, walking beside the crystal clear flowing water shore, holding his hand by the man with a smirk beside her, as if her soul was light.

Don't even have a taste or passion even after doing countless things between husband and wife. The midnight lingering to death makes Wen Yue tired, and the physical and mental pleasure makes the quality of sleep better. She slept until 10 am the next day. Just woke up.

When she got up, she found the man was missing.

”Mo Shichen?”

She opened the quilt and looked for no one, but found a huge paper box on the most obvious table, with white and purple straps wrapped around it, and tied a beautiful bow.

The corners of her lips rose, and she reached for her long hair and pulled the bow.

After opening it, even if she knew it might be a surprise, Wen Ye opened her eyes suddenly.

It was white tulle into the eyes, and at a glance, it was a wedding dress.

There is a note next to it.

She looked at the words above and couldn't help smiling deeper.

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It's been almost two years since the pregnancy, and Wen Ye not only found it difficult to maintain and cut his hair, but instead raised a short-to-medium hair to medium-long, and dyed it to a deep maroon one week before coming to the UK. It's hot.

The car stopped in front of a local church, and the driver sent by Mo Shichen to pick her up quickly opened the back seat door for her, and then carefully supported her for wearing a trailing wedding dress that made her slightly inconvenient. Wen Ye got off.

The afternoon sun has become its own laziness.

In the ancient church of Yin Qin Manor, the rows of seats witnessed the prayers of countless people.

A priest with white hair and a black robe stood under the cross, looking at her with a kind smile on his face.

At the end of the red carpet is a man in a white suit. He rarely wears such a light-colored system. Although she already knew it was suitable, at first sight, there is still a kind of handsome that is different from usual and exciting. .

He had a light smile on his lips, and looked at her with deep eyes, not anxious or impatient, as if there were only her in his eyes.

The tube top-style white wedding dress outlines her long thin waist, which is slightly swollen below, delicate clavicle, elegant lines on the neck and shoulders, and white curly long curly chestnut hair.

The wedding march at the scene rang.

She didn't know who was playing and had no time to care.

Stepping on the heels of her skirt, she quietly held her breath and walked towards him step by step.

Just like ten years ago.

——End.

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The ending is over, other foreigners should not write again, and finally recommend a wave of new articles that have been posted.

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