One Hundred Days of Hidden Marriage: Young Emperor, spoiled by heaven!

Immediately, Zhuang Chuchu winked at Cheng Yi playfully, and walked out of the bridal lounge.

When the wedding was going on, when Cheng Yi stepped onto the red carpet, his elegant demeanor and youthful appearance were all amazing.

After all, she is still beautiful.

At this time, Zhuang Chuchu was sitting in the guest table, drinking some wine, and looked playfully at the happy and shy expression on Cheng Yi's face.

"Gentlemen and ladies, hello."

When the host's voice sounded, Cheng Yi had already reached the end of the red carpet, standing side by side with a man surrounded by many white roses.

That man was Mo Beiyan, the chairman of the Mo Group, one of the two leaders in Qingcheng, Mo Nanchuan's father, and her current stepfather, with extraordinary power.

"The sun is shining, the singing is flying, the laughter is cheerful, and the sky is auspicious. On this beautiful day, we welcome a couple. Mr. Mo Beiyan and Miss Cheng Yi are happily married. Next, please express your gratitude with warm applause." Congratulations to the newlyweds."

As soon as the words fell, the scene was filled with thunderous applause.

After a while, the host made a pause gesture, the applause gradually weakened, and the host continued with a loud voice.

"Mr. Mo Beiyan, are you willing to marry Miss Cheng Yi as your wife, and love her, love her, and never leave her every day in the future?"

"willing."

"Then, good. Miss Cheng Yi, are you willing to marry Mr. Mo Beiyan as your husband, and love him, love him, and never leave him every day in the future?"

"I am willing."

"Okay. Then I announce that the two have officially become husband and wife from today. Next, please give them another warm applause to bless them."

applause.

"Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, congratulations."

"Thank you."

After the simple ceremony, the guests all began to dine, while Cheng Yi held Mo Beiyan's hand and shuttled back and forth among the guests, receiving various blessings and entertainment.

Without anyone noticing, a bright white figure appeared on the white rose round platform at the end of the red carpet.

Zhuang Chuchu held the microphone in his hand and looked at Cheng Yi who was not far away. The surprise began, and he said to himself.

As soon as the idea came to her mind, her clear and moving voice sounded like a silver bell, "Hi everyone, I am Zhuang Chuchu, the daughter of Miss Cheng Yi, the protagonist of this wedding."

Having said that, all eyes were on her, Zhuang Chuchu didn't have stage fright, on the contrary, she had a feeling of ease.

She showed a satisfied smile and continued, "Today is my mother's third marriage. I, Zhuang Chuchu, feel inferior to her shining example of love for marriage."

Cheng Yi was listening below, and felt the whispers around him again, his face sank, and he wanted to go up and pull Zhuang Chuchu down, but was stopped by Mo Beiyan.

"My mother probably wanted me to inherit her mantle. A few days ago, she introduced a fool to me as my fiancé. She wished that I would get married as soon as possible. Do you think it's fun?"

"Actually, she doesn't need to worry, because I already have someone who I promise to be with each other for the rest of my life."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Chuchu's black eyes quickly moved left and right, and within a few seconds, he selected the man sitting in front who was full of light.

Zhuang Chuchu smiled triumphantly, pointed at the man, "That's him, my real fiance."