Luo Qiao's white and delicate fingers fell on his palm, and his Adam's apple moved slightly, and the next moment, he slowly tightened.
In the future, I will never let go.
In front of him, the priest's voice came out, looking low and ethereal:
"Groom, do you want this woman to become your wife and enter into a marriage contract with her? Whether it is good times or bad times, wealth or poverty, health or disease, happiness or sorrow, you will love her unreservedly and be loyal to her until forever and always?"
Shen Jikong lowered his eyes to stare at Luo Qiao. A few seconds later, he tightened her fingers, and a low-mellow and pleasant voice immediately sounded: "I am willing."
The priest turned his gaze to Luo Qiao and continued to repeat these words, saying:
"Bride, do you want this man to become your husband and enter into a marriage contract with him? Whether it is good times or bad times, wealth or poverty, health or disease, fast or sad, you will love him without reservation and be loyal to him Forever?"
The priest's words fell, but there was a long silence waiting for him.
Luo Qiao didn't say a word, and the face behind the veil couldn't tell the happiness or anger.
The people sitting around were Shen Jikong. They knew everything. To Luo Qiao’s reaction, they didn’t show too much surprise. It’s just that at the wedding, the bride’s reaction was still a little uncomfortable. .
The priest continued: "Bride?"
Shen Jikong looked at Luo Qiao, his eyes remained the same, neither angry nor displeased. For him, Luo Qiao could stay here today is enough.
He curled his lips, looked at the priest who didn't know how to react when he first encountered this kind of thing, and wrote lightly: "You just need to tell me, I can kiss the bride now."
The priest was taken aback for a moment, and he glanced at Shen Jikong, the man's eyes were cold, and he looked like he was being poured down by cold water.
He was stunned, and then quickly recovered, and hurriedly said: "The groom can now kiss your beautiful bride."
Shen Jikong looked at Luo Qiao, stretched out his hand, and slowly lifted the veil covering Luo Qiao's head.
The exquisite and small lower jaw, the bright and beautiful lips, the straight nose bridge, go up a little bit, revealing her slightly upturned smart eyes.
Luo Qiao raised her eyes, but her eyes were cold. Shen Jikong didn't mind at all, his fingers slowly slid down and landed on her cheeks.
He looked at her deeply for a few seconds, then looked down and looked at her soft lips.
That dangerous and powerful look...
Luo Qiao stepped back subconsciously, but was buckled by his waist and pulled back. The man chuckled, and only the two of them could hear her low voice, "This time, I said nothing will let you go ."
The man was carrying the momentum that was bound to his body, his fingers used a little bit of strength and fell on the waist, even making her feel a little pain.
As he got closer and closer, Shen Jikong's low and soft voice penetrated into his ears, in a joke-like tone: "What's going on... Suddenly I am a little nervous..."
Luo Qiao immediately avoided her. He clasped the back of her head with one hand, gave a low laugh, and kissed him immediately.
The ambiguous noises of his subordinates suddenly sounded around, the slender and tall women and the graceful and slender women, this scene is simply beautiful.
And just when Shen Jikong's lips were only one centimeter away from Luo Qiao, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the door!