Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Their wedding was held on the best weather day of that autumn.

Baimao racked his brains and finally set the date as October 6th.

Before telling Old Lady Song and President Murong Ba, He even called Song Pingqing eagerly to take credit for it: "Don't worry, it will definitely be a sunny and beautiful day."

Well...

It's a nice sunny day.

It rained when I confessed my love, and it snowed when I proposed.

Even though the two of them had gone through the rain and snow together, they were sure to embrace the bright sunshine at their wedding.

"Don't you know? Weddings in Jincheng are usually held at night."

Baimao was choked for a moment: "Then...I promise it will be a beautiful day with a sky full of stars?"

This seems to be a good idea, but Song Pingqing knows Baimao's character very well, so he was not very surprised after hearing this. He just said, "Very good, thank you for your arrangement, but I won't do any more work for it."

“Stop…” Baimao’s collapsed voice came from the other end of the phone, “Sister! Grandma! I beg you! Just do some more charity…”

What Baimao meant by doing charity is really doing charity in the literal sense, such as providing financial assistance to education, caring for children, etc.

He wanted Song Pingqing to take this opportunity to put his twisted fate back on track.

This can be considered a win-win situation for Song Pingqing. Not only can he reduce taxes legally, but he can also take the opportunity to increase some affinity for Chengfeng Group.

But what she was pursuing was not a business deal, and she didn't want to leave a bad impression on Baimao that "she was very obedient."

"Let me think about it." Song Pingqing brought it over again.

Baimao: Ever since this guy embarked on the path of business, it has become increasingly difficult to fool him, and he calculates every account clearly.

"Well...then you should think about it carefully." Baimao lacked confidence.

October 22th, low temperature 27c, high temperature c, sunny.

Baimao was definitely attentive, and even the air quality was amazing that day.

The wedding was held in the old house of Murong family, with the ceremony on the lawn and the banquet indoors.

They prepared for this day for nearly eight months, which seemed like a lot of time at first glance, but in fact...

In fact, the time is very tight.

First, there is a custom-made dress. A morning gown is not considered a dress. In addition, you also need to prepare clothes for welcoming guests, clothes for ceremonies, clothes for socializing, and clothes for toasting and recognizing relatives.

The designer is still Mr. Lu.

From "sisters' wear" to "couple wear", and now to "wife wear", maybe in the future it will be "family wear".

Mr. Lu, the most inconspicuous worker, has watched the "warming relationship plots" for more than ten years without missing a single one.

Smart people can always find opportunities for promotion for themselves. The former unknown person caught Murong Xue's eye because of his "sister outfits". He clung to her thigh and had a good meal. Now he has become a well-known design master in the circle.

Now that Song Pingqing and Murong Xue are getting married, President Lu can certainly take this opportunity to further enhance his fame.

In the pursuit of excellence, every thread in the fabric must be custom-made, and the hands of the weavers and embroiderers are almost numb from fatigue.

This is a wedding without a wedding dress.

"Compared to wedding dresses that restrict freedom, such as birdcages and fishtails, the 'excitement of breaking free from shackles' is more suitable for your wedding."

Many invited guests had already arrived at the manor that afternoon, and those with better relationships even came a day or two earlier.

This was the second time since the family recognition banquet that Song Pingqing saw so many guests who had close ties with the Murong family.

It is indeed absurd that an adopted daughter becomes the daughter's wife.

Some elderly people found it shocking and felt that the younger generations were ignorant and were playing a joke similar to "playing tricks on the princes by lighting beacons", so they were unwilling to come.

But Murong Xue is the definite heir of the Murong family, and the younger generations in the family have to continue dealing with the Murong family. Even if they just want to take them for a walk, they have to come.

It was not until they saw Dan Qiyun, dressed in a dark red cheongsam, standing in front of the main building to greet them that these elderly people finally realized that this was not a joke by the younger generation, but a wedding recognized by the Murong family.

A smile immediately appeared on her face, and she began to greet Dan Qiyun: "Old sister, these years..."

Song Pingqing stood by, always maintaining a decent smile, secretly observing the changes in their eyes.

Mr. Murong Ba was inside receiving some guests with more special identities, so Dan Qiyun came to the front with two juniors.

With someone of the older generation around to help, even if someone had some ulterior motives or wanted to make things difficult, they would not dare to do so in front of Dan Qiyun.

With the arrival of wave after wave of guests, the manor soon became lively. When the sunset completely dissipated, the wedding ceremony held on the lawn officially began.

The bushes that had been arranged on the ground had countless small spherical warm white light bulbs, echoing the starry sky.

The night wind, mixed with a hint of coolness, slowly passed through the crowd, inexplicably soothing the autumn dryness that had not yet dissipated.

When Song Pingqing and Murong Xue appeared in front of the crowd hand in hand, the crowd, which was originally noisy, gradually quieted down.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the direction where they appeared.

The fabrics of both of their clothes were a very light pink, but it was almost completely invisible in the night and the dim light.

It was just like Murong Xue's girlish thoughts that she had been hiding deep in her heart and didn't want to show to others.

No one wore a wedding dress, and marriage to them was never a cage where one person restricted the other.

Song Pingqing was still dressed handsomely in a suit and trousers, and the dark patterns on the fabric changed with the light.

Murong Xue was wearing a very simple skirt without too many decorations, which looked very light.

Even without exaggerated hems and trains, piled-up fabrics and dense jewelry, the protagonist is always the protagonist in the venue.

The two walked forward hand in hand, their palms wet with sweat.

They walked through the glittering scenery, through the crowds that were either blessing or doubting, and announced to everyone:

From then on, their backs were pressed together.

The tip of the sword will also point in the same direction.

It was not until he said "I do" and the ring was put on his hand that Song Pingqing gradually came back to his senses from the slight feeling of restraint on his finger.

Was it her illusion? She always felt that the ring was a little small and a little tight when she wore it.

Perhaps this kind of environment would slow down people's thinking. Before Song Pingqing could come up with a conclusion, the host's voice sounded again:

"You can kiss now."

No one knows who took the first step forward.

Song Pingqing only knew that at the moment of soft contact, the sound of fireworks exploding was heard not far away.

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