Chapter 1743

I'm more and more satisfied with this.

It's a good time to get married and be abused all day.

The kindness between Mo Yongheng and Qi Yan is not so easy to earn. Qi Yan is the king of medicine. He is always used in three disasters and six diseases.

Mo Yongheng doesn't need to mention that he is a half grandson who was raised by his old master himself. There are more opportunities to deal with him after he gets colder.

There's always room for him.

Yu Yuehan just thought for a few seconds and decided to help them.

Lowered the voice reminder.

"If my conjecture is correct, Zheng Yan should be No. 66, and Tan Bengbeng No. 99."

"What number do you even guess? Are you sure? I'm not in a hole! " Qi Yan has the smallest courage. When it comes to such a big thing as the wedding night, it's hard for him to imagine that he can't even recognize his daughter-in-law. The colder he is, the more he has chest.

Mo never squeaked. Hearing Yu Yuehan's numbers, he thought.

After a while, I slowly opened my lips.

"How sure are you?"

"I wasn't sure, but now it's 100% depending on your face." Yu Yuehan's undisguised way.

He had been hesitant to speculate, because he was not so familiar with the temperament of the old master of Moh's family, so he could only speculate according to common sense.

Yu Yuehan thinks that Mohism values traditional culture, and today's wedding is a Chinese wedding.

According to the elder's habit of sending blessings to the younger generation, if you want to specially select a few numbers for the bride, you will definitely choose the numbers with auspicious meanings.

The year of Xiaomu is May 2 (my love), then there are only 66 (Shun Shun Li Li) and 99 (long time).

Add in the order of appearance of Yu Yuehan's conjecture.

Zheng Yan is sixty-six, and Tan Beng is ninety-nine.

While several people were talking, bride 66 had come out of the screen.

Mo's eternal eyes fixed on the figure for a moment.

His heart is racing.

He could feel that it was Zheng Yan, but because he cared too much, he began to doubt her judgment.

Finally, I choose to believe that Yu Yuehan is colder. I bite my teeth and shout No. 66.

Bride 66 was taken away from the scene and sent to the wedding room.

Yu Yuehan and Mo Yongheng also left one after another.

Qi Yan is the only one left in the living room.

Looking at the flower like bride in front of her, one by one, she walked past her.

There are still a few to his collapse.

Passing by one in front of me is a bit like that.

His heart thumped.

After a while, another one passed by, which was a bit like.

He became more and more uncertain.

Yu Yuehan should not join hands with Mo Yongheng to fool him. Leave him the wrong number, right?

Should he believe in his own judgment, or should he believe that Yu Yuehan

Qi Yan stands in the stands. As time goes by, the fewer brides there are left, the more nervous he is.

Afraid of their own wedding night to bubble soup.

Several times I saw the bride who was extremely like Tan avalanche, almost cried out, and finally I stifled her.

Quietly waiting for the ninety ninth.

Just reported the number, return him to rush up to confirm whether the bride is Tan avalanche, the housekeeper has let the person come forward, take the bride away.

The master of Mo's family is sitting in a wheelchair and asked the housekeeper to push him forward.

The sound is like a bell.

"The bridegroom's choice is over. I officially announce that the wedding ceremony is completed and sent to the bridal chamber!"

There was thunderous applause.

Qi Yan, in a sound of farewell, walked to his wedding room.