In the end, Lian Zhen is still pulled by Yan Shiqi to the team of snatching flowers.
He looked at her happy eyebrows with a smile. There was a sour and soft place in his heart.
His little seventeen, happy, good.
Yan Shiqi stood in front of the crowd, looking back at the smiling faces and eager faces.
She turned around and looked down at the sea blue bouquet in her hand. After taking a deep breath, she threw the bouquet over her head.
As the flowers fly out, she spins to wait and see.
Qiao Mu was the first to jump up.
He wants to grab the flowers for the little girl, but he hasn't met them yet. All the old men around him jump up.
Flowers in the air jump, men and women stretch out their hands, you fight for me.
"Flowers, mine!"
"Second uncle, help me grab it quickly!"
"Get out of the way, I'm going to make up my mind about the bouquet!"
"Shanglu, what's the use of holding flowers? Get out of the way. It's mine
Everyone rushed to catch up with the flowers, because there were too many people, the scene was chaotic.
Inkstone when seven heart, also with the flowers up and down ups and downs.
Later, someone jumped up to grab the bouquet, but the strength was so strong that they accidentally took the bouquet far away.
Watching the flowers fall from the air, people chasing, the bunch of sea blue flowers, accidentally fell on a person's arms.
Wencheng, confused!
She looked down at the bouquet in her arms, a little at a loss.
She didn't rob!
Why did the bouquet fall on her?!
Just now, she felt that something had fallen down. Subconsciously, she raised her hand and grabbed the flowers.
The crowd scrambled for the flowers and stopped one after another.
They watched Wen Cheng holding the flowers, beating their chests and feet.
In the end, it's a fun game, and we don't really spoil it.
At this time, inkstone seven through the crowd, at a glance to see the embrace of the warm orange.
She frowned and stepped forward. "Orange, Congratulations!"
"Wow, sister Wen Cheng, you've got it! It seems that you are the next one to get married
Ling Zihuan clapped and said the meaning of the bouquet by the way.
Wen Cheng shakes her head in amazement. When she sees the inkstone coming, she hands it to her with a bouquet of flowers. "Nah, I received it as an accident. Do you want to throw it again?"
Yan Shiqi happily pushed the flowers back to her, "even if it was an accident, it might be a beautiful accident!
If you throw out the bouquet, even if it's successful, there's no reason to throw it again! Congratulations, orange
Wen Cheng shook his head and sighed, feeling that the bouquet in his hand was a little hot. "I didn't know I would join in the fun!"
"Don't say that, it may be providence!"
Yan Shiqi looks at Wencheng's dress today with a smile, and the small dress with a bra sets off her shoulder lines with great beauty and delicacy.
She came forward and hugged Wen orange, inevitably grateful, "I did not expect that you will come back, sister, thank you!"
Wen orange picked eyebrows, holding a bouquet in one hand and embracing her in the other, "it's not as important as your marriage! It's a good feeling to be a bridesmaid for the first time in my life. "
Yan Shiqi let go of her, don't have deep meaning to tease, "then after you get married, I'll be your bridesmaid too!"
"Me? Forget it, I may not have a chance in my life! "
Inkstone when seven looking at her calm look, cunning smile, but did not say more.
I don't know if it's her illusion, orange seems to be a little fatter than a few months ago.
Her sister is too pessimistic about love. I hope the tragedy will come to an end and start her happiness as soon as possible.