on the stage, yan wangchuan solemnly handed her hand to fu chen.
he even patted his shoulder.
fu chen felt that the two slaps were very heavy, but he could only try to keep smiling.
under the host's inquiry, the two made a lifelong alliance and exchanged rings. fu chen even lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand.
"the groom may now kiss the bride." the host said with a smile.
fu chen reached out and lifted song fengwan's veil. she didn't actually put on much makeup. she had just put on a bright red lipstick to look better.
just this bit of beauty was enough to set off her beauty.
he bent down, cupped her face, and gently leaned over.
" thump-thump-thump-" someone below started to jeer. " third master, you can't do this. take your hand away. "
"why is there still a shield? what you're doing doesn't count."
"that's right, i didn't see any of them."
……
fu chen deliberately blocked it with his hand.
