bayedsolid Chapter 422 Don’t bother your mother, or I’ll beat you to death
Chapter 422 Don’t bother your mother, or I’ll beat you to death
Wen Zhixia took a deep breath and opened the car door. "Let's go."
The moment he saw the bride, Han Zhuojun was so amazed that he gasped.
Before, Fu Ruoshi told him that the wedding cost 100 million US dollars, and he was skeptical.
Seeing Wen Zhixia's dazzling wedding dress and the priceless diamond crown on her head, Han Zhuojun was shocked.
"Xiao Han, stop staring at the bride," Wang Chong said, slapping him. "You're staring at her straight ahead. Boss Fu will give you trouble later."
"Looking at this makes me want to get married." Han Zhuojun smiled and shouted to the front of the motorcade, "Here comes the bride!"
Not far ahead, Fu Ruoshi, who had just opened the car door and got out, heard the shout and his heart trembled.
The excitement is beyond words.
However, amidst the excitement at this moment, there is an unknown emotion, that is, the child who can't wait to see his parents' wedding.
"Be good, be good to your father," Fu Ruoshi prayed with his eyes closed, "Don't kick your mother, don't make trouble for her, otherwise I will beat you to death after I give birth to you."
As soon as Fu Yonglin and Fu Yuehan got out of the car, they saw Fu Ruoshi with his hands clasped together, mumbling something.
"Ruoshi, what are you mumbling about?" Fu Yonglin pointed in Wen Zhixia's direction. "Zhixia is waiting outside. It's your turn to go in first."
Fu Ruoshi immediately came to his senses and followed Fu Yonglin towards the auditorium.
As the music started, the wedding procession arrived and the guests also arrived one after another. The scene was suddenly filled with noise and the sound of wine glasses clinking could be heard.
The road from the outer room to the auditorium was covered with Wen Zhixia's favorite roses. Exquisite snacks and drinks were placed on the open lawn. The groomsmen and Zhuorui employees shuttled among them, distributing red envelopes and wedding candies to the guests from time to time.
Wen Zhixia's bridesmaids include Fan Xiaolin, Fu Yuehan, and several sisters from Fu Yuehan's studio.
At this moment, I looked at the gradually opening door of the auditorium and the warm light faintly shining through from inside.
"Baby, are you ready?"
Song Ailing was wearing a dark blue Chinese cheongsam and had elegant and delicate makeup. She came with the reception team and said, "Follow them to the auditorium. Ruo Shi will be waiting for you inside. Don't be nervous and cheer up."
She handed the bouquet to Wen Zhixia and lowered her veil.
Wen Zhixia took a deep breath, held the bouquet tightly, and walked towards the auditorium.
In the crowded auditorium, Wen Zhixia's eyes penetrated the crowd and immediately saw the figure that she would never forget.
Fu Ruoshi was wearing a black and gold retro embroidered suit, which made his figure look even more slender. He had his back to her and was discussing something with the foreign emcee beside him.
As if noticing her gaze, Fu Ruoshi raised his head, his eyes passing through the crowd and fixed on her face.
As if struck by her beauty, Fu Ruoshi was stunned for a few seconds and then smiled at her.
Wen Zhixia blushed immediately and quickly lowered her head to cover her face with the bouquet.
"Sister-in-law, look at my brother, he can't wait," Fu Yuehan laughed at the side, "Look at the crazy look on his face when he looks at you, he can't wait to spend the wedding night with you right now!"
"There's no need to rush it," Fan Xiaolin said, "We've already had our wedding night several times, so one day won't make a difference."
"Of course it's not bad. My brother has been lost and found again. Now is the time to show off his strength like a wolf and a tiger~"
"Your brother is still quite strong."
"That is, love and money are the best rejuvenation pills."
The other bridesmaids also covered their mouths and laughed secretly after hearing their openly obscene language.
"You two..." Only Wen Zhixia rolled her eyes, "Stop talking."
At this moment, the wedding march sounded.
The scene fell silent for a moment.
Wen Zhixia and Fu Ruoshi immediately straightened their appearance and stood where they were.
A beam of moonlight shone on Wen Zhixia's face. The blonde and blue-eyed flower girl next to her jumped up and sprinkled flower petals on her body, while another one picked up her train.
"Go, baby." Song Ailing pushed her from behind.
Wen Zhixia steadied her breathing and walked towards the stage under everyone's gaze.
From the moment the music started, Fu Ruoshi stared at Wen Zhixia. He looked at her long skirt with a long train. It looked pretty, but it seemed to be in the way no matter how he looked at it. He felt like she would trip and fall if she took a few steps.
So, despite the host's obstruction, he went up to Wen Zhixia and held her hand before she reached the center of the stage.
"Wow!"
Mr. Fu was so casual that the audience whistled one after another.
Wen Zhixia was frightened by his sudden behavior, "Why are you so anxious?"
She complained in her mouth but tried to keep a smile on her face.
"I'm afraid some disobedient kid will mess with you." Fu Ruoshi also looked cool on the surface, but in fact he was very worried. "It didn't kick you, did it? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Wen Zhixia was speechless, "Its legs haven't grown out yet..."
"That's good."
Fu Ruoshi took the microphone, pulled Wen Zhixia, and faced the audience.
The two walked to the center of the stage and the music stopped.
The witness today was Fu Ruoshi's department head at MIT. He raised the microphone and asked solemnly, "Fu Ruoshi, are you willing to marry Miss Wen Zhixia, regardless of poverty or wealth, health or sickness?"
Fu Ruoshi took the microphone and looked at Wen Zhixia solemnly, "Yes, I do."
"Then Miss Wen Zhixia, are you willing to be Mr. Fu Ruoshi's wife, regardless of poverty or wealth, health or sickness?"
Wen Zhixia looked into Fu Ruoshi's deep eyes and nodded, "Yes, I do."
"Couples, please exchange rings."
Music and ceremony filled the air, cheers resounded, and fireworks bloomed in the clear sky the moment the two put on their rings.
This wedding was a great success.
From the wedding banquet at noon to the thank-you banquet in the evening, the whole process was seamless and incredibly smooth.
The guests at the evening banquet were all from China, mostly relatives and friends of the Fu and Song families, as well as a few bigwigs from the medical school specially invited by Wen Zhixia.
Fu Ruoshi blocked Wen Zhixia's drink all the way and didn't let her drink a single sip, saying that she was allergic to alcohol.
When it was Wen Zhixia's guest's turn, she planned to take a few symbolic sips.
"Can you drink?" Fu Ruoshi asked her while chatting with the boss, "How about I block it for you and add some water to the wine?"
Wen Zhixia nodded, "Shh, I just exchanged it secretly."
After she finished speaking, she raised her glass and stood up, touching her belly. She said to herself, "Baby, you behaved very well today. I will definitely reward you in the future..."
Before she could finish her words, she suddenly felt nauseous and rushed to the bathroom.
Damn it, this kid will become arrogant if he doesn’t stand being praised!
"Sorry." Fu Ruoshi greeted Cong Chong and immediately followed.
Song Ailing, who was sitting at the next table, saw the two people walking one after the other, looking hurried, and thought something had happened.
She put down her glass and followed him.