"It's from sister xue'er. I'm sure I like it. Sister, sit down first. Let's go and greet the guests. There are many people today. If the reception is not good, sister can't worry about me."
Xiaodie said with a smile and turned away with Yang Songshu.
Yang Songshu turned to look at Xue Xueer again.
Today, he clearly knows that the distance between himself and her is getting farther and farther. He has a wife, and she has already had a beloved husband.
Once that feeling, also follow the wind.
"What are you looking at? Am I not beautiful today?"
The voice of Xiaodie's anger came to her ears. Yang Songshu suddenly came back and kissed her gently on her forehead.
"No, today, you are the most beautiful."
Simple words, full of happiness, Xiaodie looked at him angrily, and her face turned red quietly.
Looking at their happy appearance, Yang's mother was full of emotion.
Once she thought Yang Songshu would be happy only if she married Xue Xueer, but now she is relieved.
Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. If they can't marry Xue Xueer and Xiaodie, they won't suffer.
In the twinkling of an eye, she looked at Xue Xueer, who was smiling quietly. Yang's mother thought about it and brought a plate of dried fruits.
"Come on, Cher, eat this."
Xue Xueer took over the things she brought herself with a smile.
"Aunt, you don't have to be so polite."
"Oh, no, I have to give it to you."
Yang's mother shook her head and looked lovingly at Xue Xueer and Ouyang Qing'an.
It seems that there are all kinds of words to say, but when the words came, they slowly swallowed them back.
only.
She got up and left. Looking at her back, Ouyang Qing'an frowned slightly.
Don't some people give up?
In the blink of an eye, the wedding ceremony began. On the high platform, Yang Songshu and Xiaodie exchanged rings with each other. Both sides had only one person in their eyes.
Doting, happiness, mostly so.
"Xiaodie is very beautiful today. No wonder others say that the most beautiful time in a girl's life is the day she becomes a bride."
Xue Xueer sighed.
Ouyang Qing'an took her into his arms, his fingers slid down her silky hair, and his eyebrows and eyes smiled.
"In my eyes, all kinds of people are inferior to you."
"Poor mouth."
Xue Xueer poked him in the chest and snorted, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
After years of marriage, they know each other better than anyone.
After the wedding ceremony, Ouyang Qing'an left with Xue Xueer. Yang's mother chased out with a pile of gifts and stuffed them into their car.
"This is a gift in return. Take it. Even if you go back and give it to the servants, you can be happy."
"Aunt, you're welcome."
Xue Xueer couldn't refuse, so she had to stay.
The car was driving forward. Looking at the smile of Yang's mother behind her, she gently relaxed and lazily leaned back on the back of the chair.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, just a little emotion."
Xue Xueer yawned and said to Ouyang Qing'an, "in the twinkling of an eye, my brother Songshu and I are married, but I still have two children. In this step, he is much worse than me."
Ouyang Qing'an was silent.
He didn't speak. Xue Xueer opened the window of the car.
The clear wind poured in along the window. With a sweet smile on her lips, she looked at Ouyang Qing'an in the twinkling of an eye.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm just thinking about a question."
Ouyang Qing'an's voice was low and magnetic. He said softly, "Xueer, would you marry Yang Songshu without me?"
"Of course not."
Xue Xueer's answer was decisive and crisp.
He didn't expect her to deny so quickly and couldn't help frowning.
"Why?"
"Because there is no love."
She smiled, playing with the glittering and translucent bracelet on her wrist, and then said, "I have only family affection for him, but no love."
So she will bless Yang Songshu, but will not accept him.
For Xue Xueer, he is like a brother. She can't imagine living with him after marriage.
That's impossible.