"No, I can't wait."
Not only did Mr. President's face turn stern, but he also revealed a hint of imperceptible anxiety.
"Mengmeng, if you're worried that you'll hold the wedding only because your stomach is big, then bring the wedding date forward. We can make the wedding simple. How about this, let's set the wedding date to be next month, Yingluo?"
As he spoke, the battle armor President had already made a decision.
Ruan Mengmeng did not know whether to laugh or cry. She did not understand why her grandfather was in such a rush.
On the other hand, li junyu, who was holding his little wife, said to President Zhan in all seriousness, " "We can follow grandpa's decision on the wedding date, but you don't have to worry about the wedding. I've promised Mengmeng that I'll give her the grandest wedding. I'll prepare everything."
The president frowned. a grand wedding will take a month. Can you prepare it? "
