Chapter 1189

Liu Bingxing laughed so much that the people behind him couldn't help taking a step forward. Su Yanbin took the lead in taking the paper, and then saw that it was a love poem.

He read in cadence:

"When I hold your little hand

My fingerprints are holding your fingerprints

Your palmprint is wrapped around your palmprint

I am willing to bend the love line into a ring

Put on the fourth finger of your right hand

Let you be my wife

When I hold your slim waist

My breath... "

When Su Yanbin read here, he suddenly couldn't read any more. His face suddenly turned red. He coughed and handed the paper in his hand to Si Zhengting solemnly.

"This must be done by the groom himself, so, boss, you... Come on!"

A group of people standing behind Su Yanbin also covered their mouths and laughed.

Si Zhengting narrowed his deep eyes and stared at the paper. The people in the room couldn't see the situation outside. Han Linlin leaned back against the door, patted her chest, and then looked at Zhuang Nainai. "I felt unfair when I watched you chasing him every day in high school. This time, I asked him to read you a love poem in public. Fortunately, it's the wedding day, and I'm still across the door. I'm not surprised to be seen by Mr. Si!"

The words fell, and Zuo Yi glanced at her directly, "promising!"

Lin Xi'er sneered directly, "Yo, you're powerful, you're powerful, why don't you go?"

Left Eaton with his mouth shut.

Then several people pricked their ears. Zhuang nainainai was also curious about what was written on the paper, so he pricked his ears and listened.

At the door, Si Zhengting stared at the paper with cold eyes. After looking at it for a while, he coughed. In a moment, the outside was quiet.

Then, I heard Si Zhengting's voice coming slowly. His voice was cold and elegant, and his tone was very calm and did not contain any feelings. However, people still want to hear it. They just like his voice line. First, he read out those just read by Su Yanbin.

As like as two peas in the room, Han Linlin listened with a sense of enjoyment, sighing, "Mr. Shi is exactly the same as he was in school at that time. It is clear that there is no emotion in reading, but it feels comfortable to be listened to."

Zhuang Nainai instantly felt a sense of pride, "that's necessary!"

But when he said this, he heard his next voice:

"My breath is pressing your breath

Your heartbeat counts my heartbeat

I am willing to dig out my chest and build a church for you and our bridal chamber

When I kiss your sweet lips

My local accent contains your local accent

Your Mandarin is chewing my vernacular

I'd like to tie my tongue

Let you spend your whole life solving... "

Zhuang nainainai:!!

What and what! Is this a love poem or that erotic poem!

Her cheeks burned up at once. All the women in the room couldn't help but lower their heads and smile. Think about the scene of Si Zhengting reading this poem seriously... That's amazing!

Outside the door, all the best men lowered their heads and shrugged their shoulders. One by one, they couldn't help thinking: Mr. Si has really worked hard to get a wife!

Finally finished reading this poem, and then left Zuo Yi.

Zuo Yi stood at the door. As soon as he was about to say something, he heard Si Zhengting say, "Yi Yi, I always think you are my best sister."