In the bride's Lounge, everyone was laughing at fatty Jing.
With great difficulty, the laughter stopped. The makeup artist at the side quickly took the opportunity to urge ruan Mengmeng to finish her food and touch up her makeup.
The little woman sitting in front of the makeup mirror had her long black hair tied up into a bun. Occasionally, a strand of hair fell down, making her delicate face with makeup look more like a young girl's beauty.
She was clearly the mother of three babies, but ruan Mengmeng, who was sitting there in a white wedding dress, looked like a little girl who had just stepped into the hall of marriage and was about to come of age.
"Mengmeng, Jing xiangjin is right. It's too easy for li junyu to marry you off so easily. No matter what, I should let him know that it's not easy to be his wife."
Looking at the beautiful and lively woman in the mirror, Chen niyun couldn't help but hold her chin and say.
His good sisters at the side also echoed.
