The two of them chatted about each other. After about half an hour, Liao Qingqing also changed into the bridesmaid's dress and walked into the room.

It was already past nine o'clock in the morning when everything was sorted out.

Although this is just an engagement, not a marriage, there are many procedures that need to be followed, and because of her status, Han Muqing has become the main force responsible for blocking the marriage.

Therefore, the first thing he said after seeing the wedding team was: "Mr. Qu, I have already prepared all the steps for you. Are you ready?"

Within three minutes, the courtyard outside was already noisy. Idioms, pairs and even ancient drinking orders were brought out as part of the investigation.

Hua Qing and Shen Chao, the two best men of Qu Xiaojue, could be said to have gone through five levels and killed six generals. They had learned all they had learned in their lives before they were satisfied with Han Muqing, his brother-in-law.

But just after passing through Wolf Mountain, we arrived at Tiger's Den.

When they went upstairs, they saw that the door of Liu Zhenying's boudoir was closed, and there was only a sticky note on the door with eight big characters written on it.

Congratulations on the engagement, here's the red envelope.

I don’t know who I learned this money-loving look from.

Hua Qing stepped forward to knock on the door and discussed in an angry voice: "Qingqing, there is no crack in this door, how can you give me a red envelope? How about you open the door first, and then we hand over the money with one hand and change people with the other?"

Liao Qingqing blocked the door, leaning directly against it, smiling happily: "I don't want to be deceived by you. If we really let you in, how can we still get money?"

"But the red envelope can't be stuffed in."

"That's what you need to consider."

After finally getting an opportunity to make things difficult, Liao Qingqing was unwilling to give up easily: "Since the door can't be opened, you can think of other ways."

The group of people thought for a long time, and finally Hua Qing returned to the courtyard and threw the red envelope into the balcony of Liu Zhenying's room.

Fortunately, the floor is not high, otherwise he might not be able to throw it in based on his arm strength.

Finally, amidst everyone's noise, Qu Xiaojue successfully pushed the door open and walked into the bedroom. With just one glance, he saw his fiancée who was about to be embraced in his arms.

Liu Zhenying was sitting on the bed, with a pink and white skirt surrounded by blooming flowers all over the bed, green silk draped over her shoulders, and a tube top-style wedding dress that vividly outlined her beautiful figure. In the golden sunshine outside, there was something said

The charming color is so charming that he can't take his eyes away from it.

To be honest, from the time Qu Xiaojue entered the villa until now, the noise has not stopped, but Liu Zhenying can clearly hear his own heartbeat in such an environment, which is slightly fast but powerful. That feeling...

It's so amazing that my fingertips feel numb.

So, when she was picked up by Qu Xiaojue, she subconsciously hugged his neck, her fair face slowly covered with a layer of bright red. Listening to the salutes and booing all around, she rarely pursed her lips: "There are so many people today.

"

"There will be more people at the engagement site."

Qu Xiaojue paused for a moment, and his low laughter reached her ears through his chest: "It was Mrs. Qu who accompanied me to write the invitation. What? Have you forgotten?"

The unique cologne on his body hit her face, mixed with his light breath, making her feel a slight shiver.

She was teased and didn't know what to say in reply, so she could only give him a harmless look.

After all, he knows the specific situation much better than she does.

Most of those invitations were written by Qu Xiaojue. The most she would do was play games and eat snacks with her, and then she would write her name neatly on the invitations that had been written.

But he still refused to let her go, and raised his eyebrows unceremoniously: "I just don't know what those people who got the invitation will think when they see my handwriting on it. I'm afraid they will think that my family status is in jeopardy. After all, I can't even write a

My wife didn’t even help me with the invitations.”
Chapter completed!