Chapter 947

Fu Yan takes song September's hand. He thinks it's an important ceremony, which means that this person is really going to be his person. He nods to Xiao Shen next to him, leads song September forward step by step, steps up the stairs and goes to the church.

He can feel song September is very nervous, can only try to comfort each other.

"Don't worry, you are beautiful today, more beautiful than others."

Song September's nervous face turned red, nodded a little, and followed the man.

It's a long road. It seems that there will never be an end. She holds this person's hand tightly and faces all the sufferings in the future. At this time, she really feels that two people want to be together for a lifetime.

The flowers around were very beautiful. The guests stood up and looked at them with admiration. There were fireworks blooming in the sky, which twined her and Fu Yan's head. The slight "bang" sound was like blooming in two people's hearts. It was gentle, subtle and exhausting all one's life.

Fu Yan turns her head and puts down the things on Song September's head. She smiles at her gently.

Song September was not nervous in an instant. She held this person's hand tightly, as if holding the most important thing in her life.

Two people slowly walk on the red carpet, Jinchen in front of the little flower boy, and another small, two people solemnly sprinkle flowers, the pink color fell on the white wedding dress of song September, forming a beautiful new color.

The priest stood not far away from them, with some exclamations in his eyes. He had presided over so many weddings, but the two men in front of him, handsome men and beautiful women, looked at them as a perfect couple. He couldn't move his eyes. He didn't feel embarrassed until he was prompted by the people nearby. He cleared his throat.

"Mr. Fu Jin, are you willing to admit and accept Miss Song Jiuyue as your wife?"

Fu Yan's face was a little serious. He turned to look at Song Jiuyue and found that his face was red and his heart was soft. How could he marry such a woman home? Maybe he was very kind to him.

The guests around didn't speak. Everyone's heart was seized. Everyone who knew this person all the time knew that it was not easy for them to get together. Like monk Tang, he had gone through the ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties to get to the present situation. The needle fell on the scene, and everyone's eyes were on Fu Qian.

"I will."

Fu Yan's voice was solemn, as if he was making a heavy promise.

The priest spoke again at this time.

"You should take care of your wife with gentleness and patience, respect and love her, live with her only, respect her family, do your duty as a husband for your whole life, no longer have feelings with others, and keep chastity with her. Do you promise to do so in front of everyone?"

The expression on Fu Yan's face was more serious, and many pictures floated in his mind. When he first saw song September, the other party's stubborn eyes were like a bunch of burning flames. He fell in an instant, and the fall was complete, so that later, he began to entangle without face and skin. No matter what the other party disliked, he tried his best to get close to this place People, even if broken, ten thousand people spit, but also at all costs.

Fortunately, this woman also accepted him. They held hands with each other and nestled up to each other. After so many stumbling roads, he was very moved that this woman would soon become his wife.

"I am willing to, I am willing to admit and accept song Jiuyue as my wife and live with her. No matter what the environment, I am willing to support her, cherish her, comfort her, respect her, protect her and not have feelings with others."

Song Jiuyue heard the voice of the man next to her, and her red face gradually faded away. Her eyes were red and her body was shaking slightly. She just felt lucky. In addition to this, she really didn't know what to say. At last, she could only calm herself secretly, afraid of losing her cold and crying. That would be too humiliating.

"Miss Song Jiuyue, are you willing to admit and accept Mr. Fu Yan as your husband?"

At this time, the priest looked at Song September again, with a trace of tenderness on his face.

Song Jiuyue's heart instantly calmed down. She nodded and heard the laughter around her. She knew that she was too nervous and didn't even say the words "I would like to".

"I will."

When she said these three words, she was inexplicably excited. Her hands were full of sweat.

"You are willing to marry him at the right age, always gentle and dignified, to obey this man, to love him, to help him, only to live with him, to respect his family, to be filial to your own family, to do your duty as a wife for life, and to keep chastity to him. Do you promise in front of all people that you are willing to do so?"

Song September hardly hesitated.

"I am willing, I am willing to marry him at the right age, accept Mr. Fu Yan as my husband and live with him. He will be my only love."

When song Jiuyue finished this sentence, he suddenly turned to look at Fu Yan and found that Fu Yan's eyes were slightly red. He didn't know why, and his eyes were also red."Next, please exchange rings."

The priest said, slowly closed the things in front of him, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his task has been completed, and the next thing is between the bride and the bridegroom.

Fu Jin carefully took out the ring from his arms, which he specially asked people to make to order, with their initials on it.

He gently grabbed song September's hand, saw the white fingertip, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and slowly put the ring on his finger.

Song Jiuyue's fingers curled up, his eyes slightly raised, saw the letters above, and the corners of his mouth bent.

Before she spoke, she felt someone close to her, and then her lips were soft, and the laughter of people around her could be heard in her ears. Her face turned red instantly. Today, she blushed a lot. It turns out that women are very shy in front of real happiness.

"Fu Jin."

she called out, afraid that the person had forgotten where he was, and whether she should restrain herself.

At this time, Fu Yan had let go of her, reached out and pinched her face, which was spoiled.

"For the first time, I think that the title of Miss Song Jiuyue is so nice."

Song Jiuyue's eyes are more gentle. In fact, she also wanted to say this. At that time, she felt that Mr. Fu Yan was the best name in the world. Her heart seemed to blossom. She liked this name so much. Now, Mr. Fu Yan has become her husband in the legal sense. How honored it is.