I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

"What do you mean? I'm just arguing with you." Jiang Huai took a step back in disgust, "Stay away from me, stupidity is contagious."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Jiang Zhuo, who was silent on the side.

"Second brother, you'd better take care of your gun. I'm sorry I won't accompany you any more."

Jiang Ce glared at Jiang Huai's departing figure, "The third brother is becoming more and more arrogant. He's completely stopped pretending this time. We were really blind before."

In the past, the fourth brother was favored, and everyone thought they just had to be on guard against him. Unexpectedly, the third brother secretly helped the fourth brother develop his power.

It is indeed as insidious as the rat crawling in the gutter.

"Are you sure about tomorrow's affairs? I heard that the third brother has secretly won over a lot of people, and the fourth brother is the heir personally appointed by the old man." Jiang Ce said with some concern.

Jiang Zhuo was full of confidence. "Don't worry, big brother. We two brothers are united. You can just wait and secure that position."

After tomorrow, no one in Wangshan will be able to disobey him.

A smile appeared strangely on Jiang Zhuo's lips.

The wedding day soon arrived.

Inside the Cedar Manor powder room.

The makeup artist held a makeup brush covered in powder and gently brushed it across Wen Wan's face.

"The Fourth Young Master's wife has such great skin." The makeup artist exclaimed with a smile on her face.

The servant who had been taking care of Wen Wan proudly responded, "Of course, our Fourth Young Master's wife is even more beautiful than a fairy."

Just saying.

"boom"

The door to the dressing room was pushed open from the outside.

Jiang Si, dressed in a snow-white groom's suit, strode in.

Bending down, he hugged Wen Wan's slender waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, "My dear."

In the makeup mirror in front of her, a pair of top-notch-looking couple appeared.

They leaned their heads together and looked at each other through the makeup mirror.

Pink bubbles appeared all around, and the ambiguous atmosphere made people feel hot.

The makeup artist paused with the makeup brush in her hand, "Fourth Master hasn't done it yet."

The servant immediately covered the makeup artist's mouth and glared at her.

Be bold.

Don’t you have good eyesight? Don’t you see that their Fourth Master is being affectionate with the Fourth Young Master’s wife?

The makeup artist was dragged away by the servant with his eyes wide open.

While gently closing the door, the servant did not forget to glance into the dressing room.

Looking at the two people sticking together, I felt crazy.

This is such a perfect match!

"Are you acting like a spoiled brat, Ah Si?"

Wen Wan touched Jiang Si's cheek with her backhand. It was smooth without a trace of stubble. She smiled charmingly at him in the makeup mirror.

Jiang Si looked at the person in the mirror, as if dazzled, and did not answer.

Wen Wan didn't care. Seeing him staring at her in a daze, she asked with a smile, "Do I look good?"

"Are you really going to marry me?" Jiang Si's words were stuck in his throat, his Adam's apple rolling, and he asked instead.

Wen Wan tilted her head, the tip of her nose pressed against his cheek, "You don't want to marry me?"

“…” Jiang Si stood up, still with a cool smile on his face.

He knew very well that Wen Wan would not stop for a man.

She picked up the diamond necklace from the jewelry box and put it on Wen Wan.

The jewel necklace touched her skin, bringing a brief chill.

Jiang Si placed his big hands on Wen Wan's shoulders, leaned forward, and admired Wen Wan in the makeup mirror.

Jiang Si smiled, "All the guests are here."

Changing the subject was too abrupt, so Wen Wan smiled knowingly, "Okay, it's time to get the pieces in place."

Wen Wan raised his hand and placed it in Jiang Si's palm.

Jiang Si pulled, and Wen Wan turned half a circle and fell into his warm arms.

Wen Wan supported his hard chest.

Jiang Si's gaze followed the fingers from Wen Wan's temples to his chin.

Feel the kneading sensation coming from your chin.

Wen Wan's curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and she gently raised her eyes to look at Jiang Si's eyes that were full of stories.

It seemed to be able to speak, trying to suck Wen Wan into the vortex.

Jiang Si's gaze wandered across her face, and finally he lowered his eyes to stare at Wen Wan's lips.

Those lips are like ripe cherries, the juice will overflow when you lick them, tempting you to pick them.

"nice."

There was a gleam in Jiang Si's eyes, his neck leaned forward slightly, and he slowly approached.

"dong dong"

There was a knock on the door.