Let the stylist and makeup artist fiddle with her hair and face.
A luxurious wedding convoy drove into the courtyard of the Fang family villa. The front of the hood of each car is decorated with pink rose flowers in a heart shape, and a red ribbon is hung on the rearview mirror.
Bai Qinghao, dressed in a dark blue suit, walked into the villa hall, with a red silk flower pinned on his chest.
More than twenty bodyguards stood in two rows waiting majesticly outside the door.
"Where is Xinxin?" Bai Qinghao asked aloud.
"Madam Shao is upstairs." Butler Zhao Cheng replied respectfully.
Bai Qinghao glanced at the time on the wall clock, but did not urge.
About ten minutes later, Fang Xinxin walked down the stairs in a wedding dress.
I saw that she was wearing a pure white wedding dress, with layers of ridges on the hem of the skirt, and a layer of light yarn covering it, shrouded in a hazy beauty.
The shoulders of the V-neck are inlaid with uneven white lace, and delicate embroidered roses are spirally embellished from the shoulders. The slender waist, the puffy skirt and the beautiful face make her look just Like the purest angel, there is a beautiful nobility in the elegance!
Bai Qinghao's sharp eyes are full of surprises, even though he knows the extraordinary beauty of his wife, it still shocks him even more today.
Fang Shaohua, who had been here for a while, was sitting on the sofa in the living room. When he saw Xinxin coming downstairs, he stood up, Junya's face was also full of amazing!
Xinxin is so beautiful in her wedding dress!
The holiness is aristocratic, dazzling, and it is almost impossible to look away.
A ray of loss flashed in Shao Huaming's somewhat melancholy eyes. It is a pity that the woman she loves the most is married, but the groom is not him.
Bai Qinghao glanced at the pain and loss in Fang Shaohua's eyes, and reminded him coldly, "Xinxin is destined to belong only to me!"
Fang Shaohua clenched his fist quietly, with an impulse on the verge of losing control.
Bai Qinghao was not afraid that he would mess around, the big deal was that Fang Shaohua was tied up. Today, no one should want to make trouble at his wedding!
Of course, Xinxin may feel sad in doing so.
Best, Fang Shaohua knows how to measure.
Bai Qinghao greeted Fang Xinxin on the stairs and extended his hand sincerely, "Xinxin, you are so beautiful today!"
Fang Xinxin took a look at him. Today, he is wearing a very expensive dark blue suit with a white shirt and dark blue tie. The texture of the clothes is very drape, and the nobility reveals elegance and appropriateness. His already tall body is even more majestic!
Coupled with his cold gaze, his stern face, like a **** of death above him, was so cold that it made people want to scream.
"You are very handsome today!" She smiled at the corners of her lips. Such a noble man like a god, is his bridegroom today? The honor of repairing for ten lifetimes.
The two walked together from the steps to the living room. Fang Xinxin looked at her elder brother Fang Shaohua unexpectedly, "Brother, I didn't mean to say, you can go directly to the Royal Court to attend the wedding. Why are you here?"
Fang Shaohua, who is also in a formal suit, endured the pain of Fanxin, with a pale smile on his face, "Today is my only sister getting married, of course I will come to send you out of the cabinet."
Fang Xinxin was touched in her heart, really wanting to rush into her brother's arms to act like a baby.
Bai Qinghao is too jealous, so forget it.
She only nodded with mist in her eyes, and said heavily, "Thank you brother."