Mi Zang Jiao Wife: Baby Where to Escape

The wedding is now, the groom and the bride have to go back to the new house they prepared. Li Jia wears a red silk embroidered phoenix cheongsam. The cheongsam is exquisitely set off and the figure is proud. The bride seems to have walked out of the picture of a classical lady, but if this dress is carried by someone Go, Lu Yichen is absolutely unwilling.

He looked at Jia Jia’s slender and slender legs, and he wanted to wrap it up in a coat. Fortunately, the neckline of the cheongsam was a traditional design, without showing a little bit. Li Jia’s words and deeds were strictly educated, and he walked on the road without the skirt at all. Therefore, the walking room is elegant and beautiful, and nothing is revealed.

  More than 90% of people who come to the wedding are people with identities in the society, no matter what they see, they will not show an exaggerated look.

  But what Li Jia has shown is enough to make people admire.

  Lu Yichen did not carry Jiajia, but took her back to the room.

  As soon as Jiajia landed, the women's army who was waiting a step earlier swarmed up. The designer, stylist, and makeup artist occupied Li Jia, and Lu Yichen was all squeezed aside.

  Monica, like a general, the commander immediately changed Jiajia's clothes. "Change the wedding dress right away! The bridegroom goes to change into a suit, the table outside has already opened, you will come to toast later!"

   "No need to go, Jiajia, let me go, she has..."

   "No need! I'll change into my clothes and go there! The wedding dress is blocking the shoes, and I wear a tablet!" After Li Jia shouted, she was rushed to the changing room.

  Lu Yichen was helplessly pushed into the other side.

Five minutes later, he appeared in a hand-made retro and exquisite black suit. His figure was as tall as a bamboo, and his face was lightly painted with makeup. He looked more exquisite and charming, and his narrow black eyes gave the makeup artist a simple outline. Pen, many of Hou's girls kept staring at him.

  What is a beautiful meal? Shao Lu is!

  I want to think that he was also a glamorous son who didn’t touch his body in the game. Now that the child is so old, he is also married.

   But when you are a tall person and you can't chase after your entire life, even jealousy becomes futile.

  Lu Shao and Mrs. Lu Shao belong to this situation.

  It’s a little troublesome to change clothes for brides, not just changing clothes, including hair, accessories, and face makeup.

  For this moment, Monica personally performed the sword and directed them, with more than ten or twenty people.

  Ten minutes later, Li Jia put on a new dress and was surrounded by others. She changed into a slightly slender and easy-to-move wedding dress.

  The white bottom skirt, light green tulle, outlines the slender waist, the skirt spreads like running water, just covering the white flat shoes she is wearing.

  But the girl with the skirt lifted up the skirt behind him, Lu Yichen saw Jiajia's pair of thin white slender legs and the white flat plate on his feet, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

  "Why are you smiling? You didn't see the host who broadcast the news. In summer, are you wearing a suit and leather shoes on the top and pants underneath? Anyway, you can't see it!" Li Jia's little self-esteem was hurt, and Lu Yichen glared at Lu Yichen.

   "Yes, Jiajia is right." He took her hand, bowed his head and kissed her lips familiarly. "Jia Jia is so beautiful."

  The two sides of her slender black hair were braided into loose braids and hung down to the sides. The black hair fell naturally, long like a waterfall, falling on the snow-white wedding dress. With her turquoise eyes, it was as soft as a jungle elf.

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul. He hated these eyes at the beginning, and they are always full of melancholy and calculation. Now when they are in the eyes of another person, they have become delightful. The eyes that it projected are all the emotions and emotions of Jiajia. bit.

   "Let's go, don't be in a daze." Li Jia stood beside Lu Yichen holding the skirt.