novelraw Chapter 666 - 676 Wedding (4)
Chapter 666 - 676 Wedding (4)
Xie Qinghuan frowned, "Qiao Xiaomo, what kind of death wish are you courting by winking and making faces over there?"Qiao Mo laughed it off, "So, is there something going on with you and Yan Jiu? I never thought you two would have a fling!"
"Qiao Xiaomo, watch your language. What do you mean by a fling! Who would have a fling with that bastard!"
Qiao Mo had no choice but to agree, "Yes, yes, no fling. So may I ask, Miss Qinghuan, are you planning on developing a fling then?"
"In your dreams." Xie Qinghuan rolled her eyes without thinking much more.
But Qiao Mo’s gossip-loving nature kicked in. After all, having been friends with Qinghuan for so many years, she hadn’t actually seen her kiss any man.
"Qinghuan, honestly, wasn’t it quite enjoyable?"
Xie Qinghuan was quite annoyed, and raised her hand to throw a powder puff from the table at Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo still couldn’t help teasing her, as she had to admit, the two of them standing together just now were indeed pleasing to the eye, looking quite a matched pair.
Besides, she also thought.
Maybe someone as wicked as Yan Jiu could only be tamed by their own Queen Qinghuan.
The two kept chatting away, and Qiao Mo was wide awake, having lost the earlier sleepy mood. Her anticipation for the wedding gradually emerged as her makeup was completed.
Around seven o’clock, Qiao Mo was all ready.
To make it lively, Uncle Zhong even had firecrackers set off in the yard for a long time. Seeing the big red joyful characters pasted on the windows and doors, and balloons and white gauze filling the corridor, a trace of shyness flashed in Qiao Mo’s eyes.
How nice, is she finally going to become his bride?
Dad, it would be great if you were here today.
Then you could hold my hand and give me away to him.
But even though you’re not awake, your daughter still wants to tell you, I feel really happy, and I love him very much.
With Lu Qingxue and Xie Qinghuan accompanying her, Qiao Mo slowly walked out of the villa.
A black stretch Lincoln was parked in front of the villa, and Fu Nancheng, dressed in a suit, opened the car door for her.
Qiao Mo secretly glanced at him, his dark suit was neat and long, seemingly no different from usual.
Except today, the originally plain and understated tie was replaced with a set of red bow ties.
Qiao Mo blushed slightly. She thought he would be in traditional wedding attire, but it seems she thought too much.
Yet she had to admit, he really could pull off anything he wore.
Quite a few people cheered around them, but since the wedding was to be held at a church in the west of the city, they tried not to delay the wedding, so no one went too overboard.
Once Qiao Mo got in the car, Fu Nancheng joined her. The Lincoln, adorned with white gauze and fresh flowers, was the first to depart, followed by a procession of sleek black Bentleys. The grand convoy made its way through Jiang City, drawing a number of journalists and media waiting early on the sides to snap photos.
Inside the car, Qiao Mo kept her head bowed slightly, her small hands gently twisting together hidden in her wide sleeves.
What to do, why is her heart beating so fast.
Almost as if it were jumping out of her throat.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze was also fixed on her small face, made even more beautiful with the makeup.
If she was like a lotus in pure water in the past, today she was a radiant peony, both delicate and stunning.
"Nervous?" he broke the silence in a deep voice.
Qiao Mo finally lifted her small face to look at him.
His heart skipped a beat, her brows like distant mountains, lips like rouge, and her affectionate eyes like autumn water, leaving him momentarily speechless.