Several people talked about their thoughts, Bai Shaorong and Bai Shaoqing stood up and said goodbye. When they left, Zhao Xu suddenly asked, "Is sister going to get married?"

He just watched TV. Only the bride would wear a wedding dress when she got married, so he asked this question.

Yu Heng immediately knocked his head without hesitation, and resentful, "You finally got to know each other, stupid boy."

Zhao Xu rubbed his head and looked at Zhao Jian who was smiling at him, "Who are you going to marry to sister?"

He looked at Zhao Jian, then Ji Rufeng, looking confused.

Yu Heng slapped the sofa and laughed, Zhao Xu became even more confused, "Sister?"

Zhao Jian rubbed his face helplessly, and Yu Heng said again: "Xu'er, look, besides you and me, who else is there? The person my sister wants to marry is him."

Zhao Xu didn't need to look at it and rushed to answer: "There is also uncle."

But then, he frowned, "But isn't that uncle? He is so much older than his sister..."

Ji Ru was more risky than him, and he was two years older than Zhao Jian, so how could he get so many!

Zhao Jian held back his laughter and saw that the man was almost furious and pointed at the kitchen and changed the topic hard, "Xu'er, I took out the baked egg tart just now. Go and help me see if it's cool?"

Zhao Xu's eight-year-old mind didn't want to miss this opportunity to show himself. He nodded and rushed into the kitchen like a small cannonball.

Ji Rufeng sat down helplessly, feeling extremely tired.

Yu Heng came over and said, "Brother-in-law, do you need a photographer to take wedding photos? Do you think I'm suitable?"

Ji Rufeng had just experienced 10,000 critical strikes and didn't want to pay attention to him at all. Yu Heng looked at Zhao Jian resentfully, and the Zhao family replied to him, "I deserve it!"

Yu Heng also went to the kitchen in disappointment. Zhao Jian touched Ji Rufeng's arm, "I remember you didn't say you wanted to hold a Chinese-style wedding? Is it appropriate to wear a wedding dress?"

Ji Rufeng held her hand and held the person in his arms, and stroked her hair one by one with his big hand. "I want to hold a Chinese-style wedding. Now Western-style weddings are so monotonous. I want to give you something different. However, there must be wedding dresses, wedding photos must be used, and the wedding process should be used. Besides, other girls have ones, how can you not have one?"

As if she wanted to hold the whole world in front of her, Zhao Jian felt soft and she lay on his shoulder and hugged his neck and never let go.

After a long time, it was not until the two guys peeking outside the living room that their legs were getting weak, Zhao Jian said quietly and helplessly: "How can I leave you like this?"

Compared to the past, her life is now degenerate. From the self-reliance and self-improvement and omnipotence, to the current Zhao Jian who relies on Ji Rufeng in everything, from body to heart and wholehearted dependence. She really doesn't know what kind of disaster it would be without Ji Rufeng.

"I'm still thinking about running away now? It's too late, you should have run away when you first saw me." He grabbed her shoulder and lifted her up, holding her face with a serious and serious look, "Zhao Jian, it's too late, there's no chance, you can only be mine in your life."

"You must be nice to me! Your body and mind will be the same for the rest of your life."

She was afraid that the desperate entrusting was a disaster, just like her mother and Zhao Weizheng.

Ji Rufeng pursed his lips. He didn't know why Zhao Jian was always so scared.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhao Jian's heart began to beat violently, and once again hugged his neck tightly, like a moth that was going to fight the fire with a strong and hot affection.
Chapter completed!