Bai Qingchen has to admit that he thinks it's a good thing to make a wedding.

"..." Bai Qingqing, standing outside the door, has a colorful face.

I didn't expect that this group of talents were idle and were already thinking about making trouble in their bridal chamber.

It's fun to make trouble with others, but it's definitely not fun to be made by others.

Looking at these guys who are afraid of chaos in the world, they are afraid that they will have to come up with many countermeasures when they stay in their bridal chamber that night.

That's not good!

She doesn't want them to play like a monkey.

And the wedding

She has an unspeakable dislike for the wedding.

That wedding, she suffered the biggest blow in her life, the betrayal of her loved ones, the death of her father

Especially the look in her father's eyes before his death can't be forgotten in her mind. The pain is so painful that she also has an unspeakable sense of powerlessness towards the wedding.

Grand wedding... How grand the wedding was at the beginning, but it ended in tragedy.

So when two people are together, the wedding is not important. What matters is the love of each other.

After washing his hands, Bai Qingqing took his pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the waiter and went back to his room.

Beiming Liuhua was puzzled to see that she came back with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

What's the matter? She doesn't like to draw with a pen. Why is she interested today?

Some are wrong!

Bai Qingqing ignored him, turned back and locked the door, turned around and sat on the chair and began to write.

She decided that her marriage was up to her.

rough horseplay at weddings? no way!

A grand wedding? No!

So she decided that she would marry Beiming Liuhua and tourism!

Jump out of the traditional wedding banquet and choose a relaxed and romantic tourism marriage, that is, you don't have to face the cumbersome wedding, remember the previous things, and don't worry about being married.

So now she has to leave her book and run away.

"Qing Qing, what are you writing?"

Beiming Liuhua lay on the bed and watched her small face change, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, and biting her lips. He kept writing on his hand, which made him extremely curious.

After thinking about it, I just want to get out of bed and have a look.

Bai Qingqing seemed to have a pair of eyes on his head. He didn't even lift his head. He just calmly said, "don't come down. I've written it for you!"

"..." when Beiming Liuhua heard her words, he was more curious, but his wound was over.

She was distressed, and so was he.

It's finally done!

Bai tilted his head, smiled lightly and smiled happily: "done!"

He lowered his head and blew the paper.

Her brush writing is very ordinary, but although it is not good-looking, it can still be seen clearly.

Seeing that it was almost dry, she picked it up, went to Beiming Liuhua and handed him the letter paper.

Beiming Liuhua took over his hand with a puzzled face and looked at it carefully.

The more you look, the tighter your eyebrows are.

"Qing girl, what does that mean?"

Beiming Liuhua was puzzled by the meaning of the letter. What was the girl thinking about? No wedding, what else is tourism marriage, and what is the meaning of tourism marriage?

He really doesn't understand.

Besides, which woman doesn't want to have a grand wedding, but this girl is really puzzling to him.

Sometimes he really couldn't guess what was in her little head.