song fengwan was still playing with the fu family's relatives when fu chen pushed the door open and entered. " it's almost time to go to the hotel. "
"yes."
"have you eaten?" usually, weddings were extremely busy. most of the time, the bride and groom would not even have time to eat a few mouthfuls of food. song fengwan's body was special, and qiao aiyun was afraid that she would be hungry. she even specially boiled some chicken soup and placed it in a thermos for miao yating to carry around.
"i had some dumplings."
fu chen walked over and looked at the small plate on the table. there were two dumplings on it. " you haven't finished? "
"i can't eat." song fengwan was also nervous. once a person was nervous, their appetite would always be bad.
"your body can take it?"
"no problem," he said.
"if there's anything, just tell me." as fu chen spoke, he hugged his little wife and kissed her a few times, not caring that there were other people in the room.
