Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 347 The bet ten years ago, when Jiang Shan casually pointed it out, made the people below very busy.

Because Jiang Lin's grandmother advocated oriental etiquette, in order to please the elderly, the Willebrand family naturally gave up the idea of ​​holding a wedding in a medieval castle, and directly built a Chinese-style courtyard at the foot of the beautiful Alps.

There are rockery bonsai, pines, cypresses and green bamboos in the courtyard.A stream rushes down from the mountain, flying flowers and jade, and the sound of water gurgling.The largest main hall is a three-story wooden attic. Sitting on the green grassy land with four feet apart, the bead curtain is opened, and the long corridor outside faces the jade belt-like stream.

Jiang Lin gave full play to the skills that money can turn ghosts around. From hiring a feng shui master, to buying land and hiring designers to design pavilions and gardens, and finally building the manor, it took only a month. time to arrive.

The wedding dresses were rushed day and night from France, Spain and other places. There were more than ten pieces inside and out, not counting the three silk cheongsams that were handmade by an embroiderer from Suzhou.

This kind of ostentation made Duan Zijin want to say it more than once, but there is no need to spend so much money.

But every time Jiang Shan teased her little nephew, then raised her head and glanced at her lightly, "The young master of Willebrand's family is getting married, and there is no pomp and ostentation to show that our family can't afford money."

It's not just Jiang Shan who thinks this way, but all the members of the Jiang family think so. Duan Zijin has thoroughly seen the almost pathological paranoia of these aristocratic families who put face and so-called honor first.

Jiang Lin's uncles, including the old duke and Jiang Fengshi, gave her a lot of gifts, each of which was more expensive than the last one. Duan Zijin felt very embarrassed, but she had already become someone else's daughter-in-law, so it was too much to refuse at this time Hypocritical.

But the problem is that although the relationship between Jiang Lin and his family is not as tense as it was eight years ago, it is not as happy as his grandmother, which makes Duan Zijin not know how to treat his family every time—— Too close is inappropriate, too unfamiliar is even more inappropriate.

She is a person who is not good at dealing with interpersonal relationships by nature, but the big wedding is coming soon, and the family members of the Willebrand family are coming one after another. Both young and old are very curious about who the new bride is. At the end of the visit, Mr. Jiang was not happy, and drove everyone out with a cold face, so that the two of them had time to spend tenderly.

Duan Zijin was lazily lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone, her hair was wet just after taking a shower.

Seeing this, the man frowned, walked to the bed and pulled her into his arms, "How many times have I told you to dry your hair before lying down, huh?"

She raised her head, looked at his handsome and deep eyebrows under a warm yellow halo, and smiled a little at the corner of her mouth somehow.

The man took a hair dryer to help her dry her hair, watched her put down her phone, closed her eyes and enjoyed being "scratched" by him like a cat, and couldn't help but lowered her head and kissed her face, "What are you laughing at?" ?”

Duan Zijin shook his head, but his smile deepened, "It's nothing."

She was just thinking that after ten years, she was separated and reunited several times, and she could still lie safely in this man's arms.

With a slight movement in her heart, she turned around in his arms and reached out to hug him, "I wronged you a while ago."

The man was startled, lowered his head, and a deep undercurrent flowed through his long and narrow eyes.

Duan Zi paused for a moment, then changed his words in a low voice: "...not some time ago, but these two years."

In those two years, she didn't pay much attention to his movements. It was only after reconciliation that she went online and read the news two years ago, and knew that this man even spent half a year in prison because of her.

If it weren't for the deep love, why bother to taste the road she has traveled and the suffering she has suffered one by one?

Duan Zijin thought he would just stay silent like this, but suddenly he heard his low hoarse voice quietly: "It is you who are wronged. I am sorry for you. I don't think anything is enough for you."

Duan Zijin's eyes were sour, he buried his head in his arms, and asked sullenly: "Then if I never forgive you for the rest of my life, what are you going to do?"

"Don't you know?" His tone was the same as his heartbeat, steady but powerful.

Duan Zijin's eyes turned redder, but the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, "I want to hear from you."

The man rubbed her hair, his black eyes met her eyes that were shining with water, and his heart was at peace, "Then wait for you for the rest of my life, and give you back the next life."

I don't know if his voice is too contagious, or what he said made her heart move, but Duan Zijin couldn't help laughing, "But will we be together in the next life?"

The man's arms tightened silently, and he said lightly: "You have already asked in your previous life."

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The wedding day was as grand as planned.

Duan Zijin stepped on the soft meadow at the foot of the Alps wearing a tailor-made wedding dress for her, and the pigeon's blood red necklace photographed from Australia shone brightly around her neck.

The weather in the Alps in summer is fine. From a distance, it looks like a fairyland on earth. When the bride appears in the eyes of everyone, the still landscape painting will be alive and fragrant in an instant.

The flashing lights came and went, and Duan Zijin squinted uncomfortably. Fortunately, Mu Nianci put on a veil for her before going out, otherwise it would be funny to be photographed.

Duan Lanzhi took the place of her parents and sat on the elder seat, while Duan Zipei took her by the hand and walked down the long red carpet to the man at the end.

After swearing oaths, exchanging rings, and a long French kiss, the audience burst into extremely enthusiastic applause, and even Mi Lan couldn't help but blush...

Later, Duan Zijin changed her western-style wedding dress, put on a silk cheongsam airlifted from Suzhou, and walked around in accordance with oriental etiquette. Foreign guests expressed surprise and curiosity about this, only Chen Zhou smiled from ear to ear. The corners of his eyes were full of tears.

At a banquet not far away, Shao Yucheng hugged the woman beside him as he wished, squeezed her waist, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you eat?"

Gu Qianqiu glanced at him, her eyes reflected the bright red lights in the courtyard, she was unparalleled, and she pursed her lips, "Lose weight."

"You don't need to lose weight, just gain some weight." Shao Yucheng smiled and put vegetables on her plate. As the wife of the four brothers with the most beautiful looks, he felt that his face was very radiant.

After pouring a glass of wine, squinting at the couple who were "worshiping" not far away, Shao Yucheng smugly knocked on the wooden table with the wine glass, arousing the attention of several people at the same table, and glanced at Shang Boyang, Scanning Fu Yan again, "I'm willing to admit defeat, I said you two... don't you plan to rely on me for ten years?"

Shang Bo looked at him coldly, his brows furrowed, and Fu Yan rarely showed embarrassment.

That night, in addition to the hundreds of millions of wedding of the century that made the headlines of the media in various countries, there was also a piece of news about Shaw Brothers on the attention list. According to the advertiser of Shaw Brothers New Testament, the new The spokesperson of the product has been confirmed, but the photos they released shocked everyone.

It was an audition photo. Two handsome men faced each other in a very harmonious and natural angle that was easy to imagine. The man's face in the photo was not very clear, but this did not prevent Duan Zijin from seeing it at a glance. reveal the identities of these two people.

She laughed and collapsed on the marriage bed. The man who had drunk a lot of wine was originally closing his eyes to rest his mind, but now he was awakened by her soft laughter.

Jiang Lin frowned, reached out to take the tablet in her hand, and couldn't help laughing when she saw the photos of Shang Boyang and Fu Yan.

Duan Zijin laughed enough before covering his aching stomach and asking, "Are they going to come out?"

The man raised his quiet eyebrows slightly, put the tablet aside, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her deeply, "This is the bet they made with Yucheng back then."

Duan Zijin was kissed weakly by him, his brown eyes were gentle and clear like water waves under the light, and his face was flushed red, "Then why did you take a photo?"

The man's hands approached her more and more irregularly, his hoarse voice carried a kind of lust that she was not unfamiliar with, "This is what they agreed, if you lose, you will become a male model once and take a group of photos."

He leaned over to wrap her earlobe in his mouth, and when he spoke, he sprayed her neck and ears with the smell of wine and hot breath. Stop it, there is no way out.

The woman twisted her body uncomfortably under him, gasped softly, and finished speaking a sentence for a long time before stammering, "Why do you want to bet?"

And why fulfill the bet on her wedding day?

Jiang Lin's movements paused for a moment, and immediately became more turbulent, and a low laugh fell on her ears, "Because of you."

Duan Zijin's eyes widened slightly, and the moment he opened his mouth, the man kissed her.

Her body was already irresistible to him, and even though she used some tricks to replace the wine with juice this day, she still drank some real wine with her brothers, and all the blood at the moment Flocking to the same place, he couldn't hold any bets in his mind.

Until halfway through the night, she was so exhausted that she didn't want to come back again, but with the last ounce of energy, she pouted and asked him, "What kind of bet is it?"

The man sighed with a smile, there was nothing he could do about her persistence, "This matter has to start ten years ago..."