Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 105 Fanwai: It's okay if you don't come back for three days
The big wedding between Mu Junchen and Ruan You'an is a classical Chinese wedding, with traditional customs and thousands of years of experience.

He chose the Western style when he proposed, because he wanted to give her everything.

Ming media is getting married, three books and six rituals, eight sedan chairs, golden and jade marriages, phoenix crowns and xiapei, and ten miles of red makeup.

I would like to use the white-headed covenant to write to Hongjian, so that the alliance of red leaves can be written down.

The girl is wearing a wedding gown, the skirt is embroidered with thousands of golds, the breeze gently sways the jade sleeves, and the Hunan skirt is swaying and showing ripples.

Feet to the red lotus, red clothes and plain hands, under the brocade cover, is the smile and shyness of the daughter's family.

The candlelight is flickering, reflecting the word "Hi".

Mu Junchen lifted her hijab, almost overflowing with joy and tenderness when he lowered his eyes.

"gentlemen."

Ruan Youan looked at him and smiled.

...

One day after marriage.

The girl was lazily wearing a knitted sweater, casual and soft, and picked up Mu Junchen's usual shower gel in the bathroom.

It has always been this brand, and I have never seen him change it.

Ruan You'an also likes it very much, it has a faint woody fragrance, and later she directly used the same one with Mu Junchen.

but--

She remembered the first time she met him after losing her memory, and she felt that he smelled good, so she asked him once.

The other party suddenly changed his face.

She doesn't compete with him, one more person can also increase the brand's performance, isn't this everyone's happy!

Is it...

Ruan You'an pondered for a long time, her brows were serious.

Case solved!
She knows! !
Maybe this shower gel is the brand used by his relatives before his death?

He has been using this to miss the people who have passed away.Maybe it has something to do with his previous car accident that made him so sensitive.

Relying on the actor's self-cultivation, Ruan You'an made up countless sad and miserable versions in his brain, with tears in his eyes.

He is miserable!
She must treat him better!
The sky is getting dark, and it is already past eight o'clock in the dark night of summer.

Hualin Clubhouse.

The box was dimly lit, and a young man was sitting on the main seat. He was dressed in a luxurious and elegant suit, with crossed legs, shiny leather shoes, and a wedding ring on his slender finger. The color was cold and lustrous. look at time.

"Mu Junchen, you have been here for 10 minutes, and you have checked your phone twenty times." Chu Ke changed back into a suit, wine red, very coquettish, and finally couldn't help saying.

Is this a loneliness?
"Really?" Mu Junchen didn't feel anything, and scrolled through the chat history with Ruan You'an.

He told Ruan You'an half an hour ago that there was a reception tonight and he might be back later.

The girl replied very generously: [It's okay, it's okay if you don't come back for three days, as long as you're happy. 】

Mu Junchen: "..."

The sense of crisis came instantly.

There is a feeling that the next second will be swept out.

He replied: [Must be home before nine o'clock]

Madam: 【No, come back later, enjoy yourself! ! 】

Mu Junchen couldn't sit still anymore, he straightened up, and said in a low voice, "I'm going back."

"Why back? Brother! How long have you been here?!" Chu Ke was incredulous.

"My house has a curfew." Mu Junchen replied slowly, "If you go back late, Madam will be angry."

"What's there to be angry about? It's not even nine o'clock."

"No way, madam is clingy."

"..."

All the business tycoons and sons of aristocratic families in the box fell silent.

They really want to, you've only been here for 10 minutes.

Just to show off your affection? !

Chu Ke clutched her heart and forced herself to calm down, so she didn't punch Mu Junchen.

After this person got married, he was going to be amazing, his mother showed it off to people's faces!

Sooner or later it will die! !
shameless!
Chu Ke took a sip of wine, originally wanting to suppress the shock, but when she lowered her head, she glanced casually, and immediately spit out the wine!

Fortunately, Mu Junchen avoided in time and looked at him expressionlessly.

"You, you—" Chu Ke coughed heart-piercingly, her face turned red, she couldn't say a word, she glanced at the man's ankle in a very complicated way, and then again, "If you are kidnapped, just blink, pink Are socks fashionable?"

The voice fell.

The other business leaders subconsciously looked over, staring straight at Mu Junchen's socks.

The atmosphere was dead silent for a moment.

Under the black trousers, a section of pink, fluffy, little sheep socks was faintly exposed.

"!!!"

Did they see something they shouldn't see! !

Will it be silenced! !
"My wife gave it to you, and I think you should have it too." Mu Juanchen said lightly, paused for a moment, and said in a light voice, "Forget, you are all people without families."

That calm tone sounded a little ostentatious.

Those business elites: ? ? ?
Has been insulted!
They've decided they're going to snap up pink lamb socks tonight!

#fashion vane

#Please, the pink socks are super cool

"Mu Junchen." Chu Ke looked at the once commercial and ruthless dictator in a complicated manner, and said slowly, "From now on, we will cut off our friendship."

hateful!He doesn't like this kind of man!

Mu Junchen was indifferent, and even said: "It's up to you."

Chu Ke: "..."

After all, it was wrong.

Mu Junchen was tall and tall, with a meticulous tie, cold and abstinent, and asked, "Who of you knows a professional photographer?"

"I, I know one. Mr. Mu, do you want to take a picture? He's quite skilled." The business upstart raised his hand, feeling that his chance to climb into the Mu family had come.

"No, I want to learn photography."

"?"

"Take a picture of my wife."

"???"

Until Mu Junchen was satisfied with getting the photographer's contact information and leaving, the box was still quiet, as if six crows flew overhead.

After a long time, someone's voice broke the silence.

"Suddenly, I want to get married."

"Forget it, you don't even have a girlfriend by your side."

"I have to think a little bit..."

"It's different for married men."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

When Mu Junchen arrived home, it was 56:[-] in the evening.

Before nine o'clock, he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped into the house.

The living room is bright and warm, and the overall decoration adopts the girlish style of the little daughter's family, which is very cute.

The girl was reading a book on the fabric sofa. The knitted sweater was soft and soft. Her hair was untied and was casually draped behind her. Her face looked smaller, as if it was only the size of a palm.

Mu Junchen didn't drink, and didn't let them smoke when he was in Hualin. After confirming that he didn't smell bad, he walked over and hugged the girl lazily: "I'm back, I miss you."

"Why are you so early?!" Ruan You'an was hugged, deeply shocked, and looked at the man in front of her, "Didn't I tell you to play outside?"

She wants to be super nice to him!
"No, go home."

Another second later, Mu Junchen was afraid that he would not be able to enter the house.

"You're so clingy." Ruan You'an muttered, thinking of Mu Juanchen's previous miserable experience, sighed again, looked at him kindly, and said with deep pain, "I'm sorry, I won't ask any more questions in the future."

Mu Junchen calmed down for a few seconds: "... Tell me, what did I do wrong?"

(End of this chapter)