When she was in Tianlan, she had always hoped to see Ye Haoqing find her happiness.

Now that he finally has someone he likes, and the crystallization of love, she is naturally happy for him.

Seeing her happy look, a touch of complexity flashed in Ye Haoqing's eyes, and finally he didn't say anything more.

As long as he can see her happiness, he is fine.

"Where is your son? Can I see you? Can I be his godmother?" Xiao Yimo asked hurriedly.

Ye Haoqing replied, "He is at home and didn't bring him over today."

"Then tomorrow." Xiao Yimo changed his words immediately.

Ye Haoqing smiled and nodded.

With his good news, Xiao Yimo's mood finally improved.

"Hurry up and tell me, how did you get here?"

Ye Haoqing briefly talked about what happened back then, and Xiao Yimo listened carefully.

The two were chatting here, and Ye Haoyu looked over there and wanted to kill.

After finally waiting for the wedding to begin, he immediately stepped forward and gave Ye Haoqing a warning, and then pulled the person back to him.

Ye Haoqing was not afraid of him when he was in Tianlan, and even more so now, looking back at him without showing weakness.

Seeing the smell of gunpowder between the two of them, Xiao Yimo hurriedly took Ye Haoyu to the other side.

Ye Haoyu's face was dark, her thin lips pressed tightly without saying a word.

Xiao Yimo was helpless, "He is already married and has a son. What are you still eating?"

Ye Haoyu's complexion improved, but he hummed, "Then you will stay away from him in the future."

Xiao Yimo's lips twitched. The jealous man is the most terrible!

"Know it."

Ye Haoyu was satisfied.

The wedding has begun.

In the hall, with the introduction of the emcee on stage, the wedding march sounded.

Xiao Yimo turned around and looked over.

At the end of the long red carpet, her face was dressed in a holy wedding dress, and her face was covered by a light veil. Not only did it not affect her beauty, but it was looming, adding a layer of hazy beauty.

People can't help but want to lift the veil on her head and witness her true face.

There is no father on the face, Little Mango is wearing a black dress, and her hair is neatly combed to the back of her head, revealing her small clean forehead.

He stretched out a small hand to hold his face and walked slowly to the table in front of him.

Xiao Qian'ai followed, with a wreath on her head, a small white dress, and a flower basket in her hand.

Fearing that she might fall when walking unsteadily, she was sitting in an automatic remote control car, and her fleshy little hands grabbed petals from the flower basket and sprinkled them on her face, acting as a flower girl.

However, the remote-controlled car only walked half the distance on the red carpet, and the little guy started to get sleepy in a daze.

Finally, with a thump, the little head fell directly on the car in front of him.

He fell asleep with his mouth open, regardless of the wedding ceremony being held next to him.

The people on both sides of the red carpet looked at the little guy unaffected, and the little guy sleeping on the trolley couldn't help but laugh.

An Ziqi turned her head and buried her face in Xiao Moli's arms, covering her face and couldn't bear to look directly.

Her daughter used the wedding march as a lullaby!

Xiao Moli was proud of the remote control of the toy car in his hand. He didn't think there was anything wrong with his daughter sleeping as a flower girl at the wedding.

In his eyes, no matter what his daughter does, she will always be right.

Who said it was wrong, he killed who!