The wedding of Mu Juanchen and Ruan Youan was a classical Chinese wedding with traditional customs and a thousand-year heritage.

When he proposed, he chose Western style because he wanted to give everything to her.

The Ming matchmaker is marrying, three books and six etiquettes, eight sedans, a good marriage, a phoenix crown covered with clouds, and ten miles of red makeup.

I would like to write the white-headed promise to Hong Jian, so that the red leaf alliance can be recorded clearly.

The girl is wearing a wedding dress, the skirt is embroidered with thousands of gold, the breeze gently ruffles the jade sleeves, and the Hunan skirt is slanted to show ripples.

With her feet touching the red lotus, her red clothes and bare hands, under the brocade cover, she is the daughter of a smiling girl.

The candlelight flickers, reflecting the word "happy".

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

"Mr."

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 Juanchen's commonly used shower gel in the bathroom.

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

Ruan You'an also particularly liked the light woody fragrance, and later used one directly with Mu Juanchen.

But——

She remembered the first time they met after she lost her memory. She felt that he smelled good and she asked about him once.

The other party's expression suddenly changed.

She doesn’t want to compete with him. One more person can also increase the performance of the brand. Isn’t this a happy outcome for everyone!

Could it be...

Ruan Youan pondered for a long time, his eyebrows serious.

Case solved!

She knows!!

Maybe this shower gel is the brand used by his relatives during his lifetime?

He has been using this to miss the people who have left. Maybe it has something to do with his previous car accident, which is why he is so sensitive.

Ruan You'an relied on her self-cultivation as an actor to imagine countless tragic and miserable versions, which brought tears to her eyes.

He is so miserable!

She must be nicer to him!

The sky is getting dark, and it’s already past eight o’clock on a dark summer night.

Hualin Club.

The light in the box was dim and low. Sitting in the main seat was a young man in a noble and elegant suit. His long legs were crossed and his leather shoes were shiny. He wore a wedding ring on his slender fingers. The color was cold and shiny. He was holding his mobile phone casually. Several times

Look at the time.

"Mu Juanchen, you've been here for twenty minutes and you've checked your phone twenty times." Chu Ke changed back into his suit, which was burgundy and very coquettish, and finally couldn't help but say.

Is this a lonely moment?

"Really?" Mu Juanchen didn't feel anything at all, and scrolled through the chat history with Ruan You'an.

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

The girl responded unusually generously: [It doesn’t matter, it’s okay if you don’t come back for three days, as long as you are happy.]

Mu Juanchen: "..."

The sense of crisis came instantly.

I feel like I will be kicked out in the next second.

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

Madam: [No, you will come back later and have fun!!]

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

"What reply? Brother! How long have you been here?!" Chu Ke couldn't believe it.

"There is a curfew at my house." Mu Junchen answered slowly, "If you go back late, my wife will be angry."

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

"I can't help it, my wife is quite clingy."

"..."

All the business tycoons in the box and the young masters from aristocratic families fell into silence.

They really want to know that you have only been here for twenty minutes.

Just to show off your affection?!

Chu Ke covered his heart and forced himself to calm down, so that he did not punch Mu Juanchen.

This person is so awesome after getting married, he shows off to everyone’s face!

Sooner or later you will die!!

Shameless!

Chu Ke took a sip of wine, originally wanting to calm down his shock, but when he lowered his head and glanced at it casually, he immediately spit out a mouthful of wine!

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

"You, you -" Chu Ke coughed heartbreakingly, his face turned red, and he couldn't say anything. He glanced at the man's ankle in a complicated manner, and then glanced at it again, "If you are kidnapped, just blink, pink

Are socks fashionable?"

The words fell.

The other business tycoons all looked over subconsciously, staring directly at Mu Juanchen's socks.

The atmosphere was dead silent for a moment.

A pink, fluffy, little sheep sock is faintly exposed under the black trousers.

"!!!"

Did they see something they shouldn’t have!!

Will he be silenced!!

"My wife gave it to me, and I think you all should have some too." Mu Junchen said calmly, paused for a moment, and said in a light voice, "I forgot, you are all familyless people."

That calm tone sounded a bit like showing off.

Those business elites:???

I was insulted!

They decided to go buy pink little sheep socks tonight!

#fashionwindvane

#Please, pink socks are super cool

"Mu Juanchen." Chu Ke looked at this former ruthless business dictator with a complicated look, and said slowly, "From now on, we will never have any friendship."

Damn it! He doesn’t like this kind of man!

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

Chu Ke: "..."

After all, it was paid in error.

Mu Junchen, tall and tall, with a meticulous tie, cold and ascetic, asked: "Do you know any professional photographers?"

"I, I know someone, Mr. Mu, do you want to take a photo? His skills are quite good." The upstart business man raised his hand, feeling that he had an opportunity to join the Mu family.

"No, I want to learn photography."

"?"

"Taking photos of my wife."

"???"

Until Mu Juanchen was satisfied and got the photographer's contact information and left, the box was still quiet, as if six crows were flying overhead.

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

"I suddenly want to get married."

"Don't think about it, you don't even have a girlfriend by your side."
To be continued...