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But she didn't think about it.

Looking at Wen Yiyan's broad and straight back, Fan Xing laughed foolishly.

The next day.

Although it was only the weekend, but because he was going to attend Senior Brother's wedding at noon today, Fan Xing still woke up early.

She had dressed up, Wen Yiyan had cooked breakfast for her, and when he called for her to eat, she had not finished preparing.

The man looked at the well-dressed woman and leaned his tall body against the wall. "It's not like you're married. Why are you dressed up so beautifully?"

Fan Xing snorted twice, "This is called etiquette, how can someone who attends the wedding ceremony be so ugly?"

The man frowned and didn't say anything.

After Fan Xing finished organizing everything, she happily followed him downstairs to eat breakfast.

Before leaving, she changed into a dress that revealed her thighs.

Wen Yiyan stared at her beautiful legs, her pitch-black eyes had a rare hint of emotion.

"Replace them."

Fan Xing was confused, "Is there a problem?"

"Unsightly."

Is there?

Fan Xing turned in front of the mirror. She felt that it was alright.

The man was already impatient. He picked out a conservative long skirt from her closet and stuffed it into her hands, directly pushing her into the locker room.

Fan Xing protested: "It's such a hot day, wearing such a long skirt is very uncomfortable."

Wen Yiyan naturally ignored him.

"If you want to go to the wedding, change it."

Fan Xing pouted his lips and took off his beautiful gown.

Seeing the conservative dressed Fan Xing, Wen Yiyan nodded his head in satisfaction.

Picking up the wedding box that Fan Xing prepared to give to his Senior Brother, he walked in front.

Fan Xing curled his lips and muttered: "Stingy."

Then, he stepped on the drilled white high heels and chased after Wen Yiyan.

They drove to the Sheraton A city. After parking the car, they took the elevator up to the wedding hall on the third floor.

Wen Yiyan who was walking down the stairs received a call from a colleague at the hospital. He told Fan Xing to enter the stage first before walking to the quiet end of the corridor to continue the call.

After Fan Xing delivered the wedding present and the red packet from the reception desk, he stood aside so that after Wen Yiyan finished his call, he could find her.

Before Wen Yiyan could react, two men in black suits came over.

The taller of the them said excitedly as if he had found a new continent, "Fan Xing, it's really you!"

After Fan Xing heard his name, he turned to look at them.

Surprised, she replied with a smile, "Senior Brother Li and Senior Brother Song? You guys are brothers today? "

Brother Li nodded and said, "Who asked us to make such a bad friend like Mo Zhuo?"

These two Senior Brothers and bridegroom Mo Zhuo were both senior brothers from the Finance Department that was one generation higher than Fan Xing.

Although they were all in different professions, they were all in the photography society together, so they had a good relationship in private.

Fan Xing, who hadn't seen them ever since he graduated, couldn't help but become more engrossed in chatting with them.

So when Wen Yiyan ended the call and went over to Fan Xing's side, she was still smiling like a flower because Senior Brother Li had praised her more than usual. She didn't even notice the change in expression in Wen Yiyan's eyes.

Wen Yiyan looked at Senior Brother Li and extended his right hand out, "Hello."

Wen Yiyan suddenly stood horizontally between him and Fan Xing, senior brother Li was startled, and then held Wen Yiyan's hand: "Hello."

Fan Xing was surprised by Wen Yiyan's abnormal actions. Didn't he not like to be too intimate with others?

Although he was full of doubts, he was still happy to see how important his senior brother was to him.

She introduced him generously: "Senior Brother Li, this is my husband, Wen Yiyan. In one word, Senior Brother Li took special care of me when I was with the university. "

Wen Yiyan nodded to the surprised Senior Brother Li, then pulled Fan Xing's hand and pulled his right arm, slowly walking into the banquet hall.

Fan Xing waved goodbye to the stunned Senior Brother Li.

She looked at Wen Yiyan and saw that he was not acting strangely. She pouted, but could not help but curl her lips.

He simply did not notice that Wen Yiyan had slowly raised the corner of his lips into a smile.