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Does he have a wedding photo behind him? Let him show it to the camera.

……

When the audience in the live broadcast room saw this, they all started posting comments.

Zheng Hang's face turned grim when he saw the comments about his wife in the comments section. He angrily retorted, "In my eyes, my wife is the best wife in the world. You people who don't know her at all have no right to judge her!"

[A domineering and protective wife, is there such a rare good man in the world? ]

[Men have to save face, so they will defend their wives in public, but who knows how they plot against their wives behind their backs!]

【Everyone's ideas are extremely diverse.】

The man continued to refute: "I am a person who is consistent in my appearance and heart. No matter in front of others or behind their backs, I will respect and love her." Zheng Hang took out the wedding photo behind him and said, "She is the cutest person in the world."

[This is the first time I've seen a wedding photo where the groom steals the bride's limelight.]

It's very cute. The nose is still a nose, and the eyes are still eyes.

If someone who looks like this is the cutest person in the world, then the uncute people in the world will almost become extinct...

"You guys!" The man was so angry that he wanted to smash the phone with something, but at this time there was only a photo frame of him and his wife at hand, so the man had to give up. However, the idea of proving to the audience in the live broadcast room that his wife was the cutest person in the world was like a cork floating on the water. Even if he tried his best to press it down, it would float up tirelessly.

Zheng Hang wiped his forehead and put his focus on the home slippers bought by his wife Zhou Yuxuan. The slippers had an ear on each side, in the shape of a lively and cute Pikachu.

He disappeared from the camera for a long time. Just when the audience in the live broadcast room thought he would never come back, Zheng Hang appeared with an excited look on his face and a bunch of photo frames in his arms.

"These are all photos of my wife and I." The man looked like a primary school student holding certificates of various subjects, his eyes sparkling, looking forward to others' praise.

“Take a look…”

Mei Linger smiled slightly and interrupted the man's self-affirmation: "Zheng Hang, what do you want me to be?"

"I..." The man was stunned for a moment when faced with the sudden question. He lowered his head and stared at his wife's face. The expression on his face changed from excitement to a loss that was difficult to conceal.

"My wife's favorite..." The man suddenly raised his head and blurted out word by word.

"Who is your favorite man?"

[Did I hear correctly? What is he saying...]

【On the self-cultivation of a bootlicker. 】

【Hahahaha! The above person is good at summarizing.】

……

When the audience in the live broadcast room saw this, they all started posting comments.

When Zheng Hang saw someone in the barrage saying that he was a bootlicker, he suppressed the urge to refute, but even though he didn't say it, the grievance would overflow from his eyes.

Mei Ling'er was drinking boiled water. Halfway through, she glanced at the man sideways and forgot to swallow, and the boiled water almost flowed from the corner of her mouth.

"Ahem...ah..." She didn't expect the man to ask such a question. She was a little confused for a moment, so she confirmed again:

"What did you just say? Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly."

Asking Zheng Hang to repeat what he had just said was undoubtedly like rubbing salt into his wounds.

But in order to get the answer he wanted, the man had no choice. He took a deep breath and said in a melancholy tone: "Who is the man my wife loves most?"

"Why do you want me to calculate this for you?"

Mei Ling'er knew that Zheng Hang and Zhou Yuxuan regarded each other as their only love as early as when she saw their wedding photos, so she really couldn't understand why a man would ask such a question.

"I..." Zheng Hang felt bad, "The fact that I was able to marry my wife was purely due to someone taking advantage of the situation."

A year ago, Zheng Hang received an invitation from a college friend, inviting him to attend his wedding.

At a wedding, for unmarried young people, grabbing the bride's bouquet is a good omen, indicating that she or he will soon become the protagonist of the next wedding.

Zheng Hang had never been interested in such things. If he wasn't invited, he hated crowded and noisy occasions. So when the men and women of marriageable age joined the queue for the bouquets, he sat alone at the corner of the table, savoring his orange juice.

The MC plays the role of livening up the atmosphere at the wedding. They will use tools such as cartoon dolls and small red envelopes to let the people attending the wedding help them share the responsibility of the role.

The cheers from the crowd are the best proof of a successful emcee.

As the emcee of today's wedding, he, of course, had to adhere to professional standards and make a splash. When his eagle-like gaze spotted the handsome, young Zheng Hang drinking alone, his right hand gripping the microphone clenched with excitement.

"A bouquet is a symbol of happiness and carries beautiful meanings. Unmarried men and women here, what are you waiting for?"

Stared at by the passionate emcee, Zheng Hang didn't know how to arrange his facial features. It seemed that no matter how he made an expression, it was a joke.

In the banquet hall, the emcee was the focus of attention of relatives and friends. Everyone followed his gaze and Zheng Hang passively became the next focus.

The man's palms were sweating, and he cursed the host in his heart for meddling in his affairs. He was even ruthlessly deprived of the opportunity to enjoy a glass of Orange Juice.

He doesn't have much time left, and the groom's college friend also looks at Zheng Hang with hope.

The man loosened his grip feebly, and the glass collided with the tabletop, making a sharp whine. He straightened his back, folded his hands in front of him, and pushed his shiny leather shoes against the ground, gradually shifting his center of gravity upward.

"Wait until I finish this glass of Orange Juice!"

A strange woman at the next table suddenly stood up, and her loud voice instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Zhou Yuxuan raised the glass filled with Orange Juice, pulled down the mask on his ears, and drank it all in one gulp.

The woman pulled the chair behind her a step away, then hung the mask back on her ears, walked towards the emcee, and became one of the people grabbing the bouquet.

Fortunately, she grabbed the bouquet.

At the end of the wedding banquet, friends of the bride and groom came forward to express their congratulations.

Zheng Hang has always been a slow talker, and he doesn't think that getting married will definitely lead to happiness.

However, when he saw Zhou Yuxuan's figure, he couldn't help but follow him.

By the time he realized what was happening, he was already standing in front of his college friend, who was holding his hand and saying:

"Brother Hang, I hope to see you at your wedding banquet next time."

Zheng Hang's face turned red instantly, and his eyes were always on Zhou Yuxuan. The woman was wearing a mask, and her not-so-big eyes were exposed.

At this moment, those eyes were looking at the bouquet with melancholy.