1807: C1807 He Was Smashed by the Wedding Flower Ball

C1807 He Was Smashed by the Wedding Flower Ball

The next day, at the wedding.

Lieh Muwan did not know the wedding ceremony in advance until she saw a long motorcade, which was full of sports cars.

The cars were all very fast, but the cars that were usually used to run the track were all tied with balloons. It was a romantic scene.

Gong Moxuan loved cars. He had participated in the professional league before, but he had been too busy with work until he retired.

However, most of his friends from back then were still in contact. At this moment, everyone was driving the sports car that Gong Moxuan was managing and developing, leaving a long and arrogant roar on the road.

Lieh Muwan finally understood why Gong Moxuan chose that hotel. Because the road from Lieh Family to the hotel was flat. It was surrounded by undulating wheat fields, and the black road was flat. It was a natural race track.

Gong Moxuan got off the first sports car and smiled at Lieh Muwan. "Hi, princess. Your knight is here."

He picked her up and put her on the sports car.

Then, he started from the first car. All the cars turned around quickly and headed towards the wedding.

Lieh Muwan's veil was blown by the wind and even her white dress seemed to have become a fluttering flag.

On the other side of the grass, everything was ready. They were just waiting for the two main characters.

As the booming sounds gradually increased, the two of them appeared in their field of vision.

Gong Moxuan was dressed in a black suit and a red tie. He was handsome and straight. Lieh Muwan's wedding dress beside him was pulled to the ground, and the broken diamonds were dancing in the sunlight.

The church bell rang far and wide in the distance. The two of them walked to the end of the red carpet under the escort of their best man and bridesmaids.

On both sides of the lawn, the guests applauded and gave their most sincere blessings.

Gong Moxiu looked at Gong Moxuan and Lieh Muwan on the stage and smiled.

Very well, the three of them were already happy. Next would be him.

He had been busy with work for the past two years. Now that everything was stable, he needed to hand in his answer sheet to his parents.

As for his wife, he had long had a standard in his heart. Under the heavens, there would always be one that met the standard.

As for whether he liked it or not, Gong Moxiu thought that there should be some things that could be nurtured. What he needed... It was to give each other a chance to cultivate.

On the stage, the groom was kissing the bride. That kind of happiness hit the face, and everyone's eyes were infected by this kind of emotion.

It was either joy or excitement, and it was hard to express.

Gong Moxiu's heart was as calm as water, but at this moment, he also began to be curious. Would he have such a day?

Would he not know how to control himself and lose his calm because of a single person?

Very quickly, it was time to throw the flower ball. Lieh Muwan stood with her back facing everyone, and everyone below was already rubbing their fists.

Xuanyuan Yov dared to open the door for Xuanyuan Che, who was trying to stir things up. He pulled Gong Suhe forward. "Little He, look at this age group. There are only a few left. We have to work hard in a while!"

Gong Suhe smiled faintly, but there was a momentary trance in her eyes. She remembered the words that person had said to her a few months ago...

When the flower ball was thrown over, Gong Suhe did not pick it up, but Xuanyuan Yov, who was beside her, clearly wanted it very much.

However, sometimes, the more he wanted, the less important it was. His fingertip touched the flower ball, but he did not grab it. The flower ball was pulled by his strength and flew towards a direction diagonally behind him.

Gong Moxiu saw that the flower ball that was about to be grabbed by Xuanyuan Yov was smashing towards his face.

Almost instinctively, he raised his hand and easily caught the flower ball in his hand.0

Instantly, everyone looked over.

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