What can he do? Father Lin sighed and snorted heavily. After calming down his dizzy mind, he looked at him with a look of hatred:

"You'd better remember what you just said. Everything must be done for the benefit of the Lin family. Don't cause any trouble now. As for the future, let's talk about it later."

Lin Fengzhai lowered his eyes: "Thank you, Dad."

"Okay." Father Lin glared at him: "Go sit down."

The whole wedding was romantic and warm. Song Si Yao was wearing a Chinese-style wedding dress. It was a rich, deep red, like a young acacia picked from the South, hiding the elegance and nobility in the regular folds.

It was obvious that Wen Zhiru loved Song Siyao very much. When the two exchanged rings, their eyes were red, and then they hugged each other and the whole scene looked as beautiful as a movie scene.

He Nian said his blessings a hundred times in his heart, how happy it was to be able to stay with the one he loves. Thinking of this, he turned around and found that Chu Xijin seemed to be distracted.

"Sir, what are you thinking about?"

"Huh?" Chu Xijin looked away. He grabbed He Nian's hand and held it on his lap. He gently rubbed his fingertips and lowered his voice and said into his ear:

"I want to give you the best wedding."

He Nian was stunned for a moment, his face turned red to his ears, sir, he was secretly thinking about such a thing!

The main process of the wedding has been completed. The bride is about to throw out the bouquet in her hand. There are many young girls among the guests. Everyone has left their seats and their emotions are high. Who doesn't want to marry someone as handsome as Wen Zhiru? What a golden man.

The bouquet finally fell into the arms of a female singer. The girl didn't expect it to be her. She happily held the bouquet to signal to everyone, and then went on stage to hug Song Si Yao.

The wedding banquet has officially begun. It combines Chinese and Western food and is held in the castle. Song Siyao changed into a dress, which was much sharper than the wedding dress. She walked over with Wen Zhiru's arm and winked at the New Year greetings. .

"Xiao Nian, this is specially left for you."

As Song Si Yao spoke, she took out a bouquet of flowers from behind. She picked a beautiful calla lily from it. There was a small ring specially designed to fix the flower branches under the collar of her suit. As she spoke, she stepped forward and fixed the calla lily. He patted He Nian on the shoulder again.

"So lovely."

The original intention of holding flowers is blessing and prayer, conveying happiness.

Wen Zhiru and Chu Xijin stood aside and watched, smiling and saying nothing. He Nian looked at the flowers on his chest. The more he looked at them, the more he liked them. He smiled shyly:

"Thank you, sister-in-law. I wish you and Brother Wen a happy marriage, may the orchids flourish for a thousand years, and the music may last for a hundred years."

Good little boy.

Song Si Yao pretended to frown like a girl: "Why did I tell you yesterday that my sister-in-law is not nice to hear, so I want to call her sister."

He Nian blushed at Song Si Yao's enthusiastic attack, and he really liked this beautiful sister-in-law. She looked about the same age as him, had no airs at all, and was a perfect match for Brother Wen.

"Si Yao and I have a lot of work to do today." Wen Zhi Ru Wen glanced at the infield:

"They are all family members, so we don't need to say hello."

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