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Hearing the little girl's words, Ang Youyong couldn't stop chuckling and winking at Xia Qi. It was obvious that he was extremely proud of his clever strategy, and was waiting for Xia Qi to praise him.

However, Xia Qi snatched the red packet from the little girl's hands, roughly counted, then patted her palm and said in a spoiled manner: "Just these few dozens of red packets, do you want me to marry you? "I'll tell you, not even if … unless you carry me there."

When the group of people who were escorting Ang Youyong heard the first half of Xia Qi's words, they immediately felt that something was wrong. They thought that the bride was unhappy, or that there was some difficulty waiting for the groom to arrive, but after they finished listening to what Xia Qi had to say, they started to cheer for him, even Lin Xi was no exception.

"Back!" "Take them back …"

Ang Youyong laughed, he turned and half-squatted, then shrugged and laughed: "Why should I still be tested, it's just carrying me back, it's a matter of course, what's there to be afraid of? Come, let me carry you, my wife, and watch us bring you to the ends of the world."

With a blissful smile on her face, Xia Qi sweetly walked over and leaned on Ang Youyong's back, and with both hands wrapped around his neck, the little girl from just now had helped him to pick up the hem of her skirt, as she prepared to "let the Empress up".

Feeling the junior's weight and warmth, Ang Youyong held Xia Qi tightly, as though he was afraid that she would run away, and shouted loudly: "Wife, sit tight, we are leaving now."

The crowd followed behind the couple as they crowded towards the wedding venue, forming a beautiful scene on the street. There were even a few foreigners passing by who took out their cameras to record this scene as a souvenir.

Until many years later, these foreigners would sigh at the scene they had witnessed when they came to China. They would envy the way the couple got married, and they would not cover up their blessings during the conversation.

At that time, Lin Xi and Zhang Zhiyan were walking shoulder to shoulder at the very end of the reception line, because this was probably the time when they, the bridesmaids, were the most relaxed. Looking at Ang Youyong who was carrying Xia Qi who was running at the very front, Lin Xi couldn't help but mock him: "Zhiyan, do you think that Zhu Bajie's daughter-in-law from Journey to the West is also like the Chubby Brother?"

Hearing that, Zhang Zhiyan covered her mouth and laughed, as though she was angry and displeased. She glanced at Lin Xi, and immediately became extremely flirtatious, with a myriad of attitudes: "How can you call your own brother like that, but … it really seems a bit similar."

Zhang Zhiyan was already very beautiful to begin with, and the beautiful set of clothes further accentuated her brilliance. Now, with the contrast of her anger, she was even more unfathomable.

Fortunately, Lin Xi was only distracted for a moment, and quickly recovered. After all, he and Zhang Zhiyan had known each other for a few days, so he shouldn't be unable to control himself now.

At the same time, Zhang Zhiyan blinked her beautiful eyes, filled with curiosity. Even though she wasn't the kind of girl who thought so highly of her own beauty, she had a clear understanding of her own beauty, and she had also never seen a man who was as self-contained as Lin Xi in front of her.

When Ang Youyong carried Xia Qi to the wedding scene in the dining area, it was almost six. It was already very close to the start of the wedding, and those who came to escort him also scattered into a crowd. They returned to the banquet hall and sat down, waiting for the wedding to begin, leaving the bride and groom to rest.

Of course, there was also the best man in law, Lin Xi, and the bridesmaid, Zhang Zhiyan.

Ang Youyong found a sofa to lie on and panted, "It's really, really tiring. Wife, haven't you gotten fatter recently?

Xia Qi, who was originally immersed in sweetness and happiness and was unable to extricate herself, suddenly became angry after hearing Ang Youyong's words. The moment she went up, the soft flesh at her waist rotated at 360 degrees and she gnashed her teeth: "Stupid Fatty, what did you say? "Daring to say that I'm fat, I think you're too gutsy. Don't you want to go too far?"

In the next moment, Ang Youyong's face twisted, he grimaced and begged for mercy, then said: "Stop, your wife is wrong, it's really wrong, go easy, it hurts!"

Ang Youyong seemed to not hear him, he only released him after maintaining a spinning pose for more than twenty seconds, and snorted: "Damn fatty, today, I will give you some face, and we will settle this account after we get back, but tomorrow, when I buy a washboard, I will give you my own rights to choose between the different sizes."

Hearing his own wife's death order, Ang Youyong's face turned bitter. He wanted to give himself a good slap and lie down. Why did he have to complain that she had grown fat?

However, since he had committed such a huge taboo, he had to think of a way to fix it. If he didn't buy a washboard, it would naturally be the best. Ang Youyong pleaded pitifully with a sullen face: "My wife, can we discuss this a little …?"

Xia Qi glared at him. "No!"

Taking advantage of the less than half an hour remaining, Lin Xi found an excuse to leave the Rest House, ran to the front desk in the dining area to retrieve the things he had stored a long time ago, and then headed straight to the wedding venue to sign his VIP card.

The main reason why Lin Xi came to the Lu Zhou this time was to attend Ang Youyong's wedding, so naturally, he had prepared a share of the money in advance.

However, if he didn't have the Buddha statue and the fan, he would have just given her a red packet to send her his thoughts. The number in the red packet was also very likely to be only 888 yuan, which was also the maximum he could have taken out in the beginning.

However, it was different now.

When Lin Xi gave his share of the money and the prepared gift, the person in charge of signing and accepting was obviously startled for a moment.

Because among the people who were participating in the wedding ceremony, other than the few people who could be considered important figures in the Lu Zhou, only Lin Xi could be as generous as he was.

The present that Lin Xi had given was a set of digital cameras. According to the market price, it was around 23,000 yuan and the red packet was as light as snow. However, it was obvious that there was a bank card inside with no password.

To be able to give out a bank card, the amount of money in it must be quite a lot.

Lin Xi remembered that Ang Youyong had said before that his specialty when he was in university was photography. After graduating, for other reasons, he had never touched a camera again, although a camera was nothing to them, the meaning that Lin Xi gave out was different.