Qing Yan naturally understood what Song Nianchen meant after following him for so long. \ Didn't he just want her to be optimistic about the young master of the Lu family and not let him go out and ruin his good deeds?
Um She thought she should be able to handle this.
It's not that Qing Yan is not confident in her abilities, but she doesn't know why.
In her opinion, Lu Jiye is just a little baby who has just turned one year old, but every time he looks at her, there is a hint of...
This feeling of knowing everything makes her always feel a little guilty.
Seeing Qing Yan nodding, Song Nianchen couldn't help but show a satisfied smile.
He turned around, pinched Lu Jiye's face, and said happily.
"Wait for me Xiaoye, brother will go and convince mommy now."
As soon as Song Nianchen finished speaking, he turned around and ran in the direction Song Qingyou left, regardless of Lu Jiye's reaction.
Seeing Song Nianchen leaving the room, Lu Jiye couldn't help but glance at the green smoke on the side, then turned around and climbed to the sofa closest to him and sat down without saying anything more.
The door in front of him slowly opened, and Song Qingyou's eyes were filled with pink and white.
The magnificent hall is hung with exquisite large lamps, emitting warm light.
The slightly trembling tassels on the lamps make the light appear warmer and softer.
The tall arches were beautifully decorated with pink champagne roses.
The carpet in the center of the venue was also covered with pink roses on both sides.
The faint fragrance of roses permeated the surroundings, clean and elegant, like a dream.
Warm lights poured down through the tassels, illuminating everyone's happy smiling faces.
At the other end of the carpet, stood Lu Jingchen in a white dress.
The high-end custom-made suit made Lu Jingchen's tall and straight body appear slender, her clear facial features had a touch of dignity, and her whole body carried an innate cool nobility.
Even though the two of them were far apart, Song Qingyou knew that he was looking at her affectionately at this moment.
When she found that everyone in the venue was looking at her, Song Qingyou rarely felt nervous, and she couldn't help but hold Song Rong's hand a little harder.
Feeling Song Qingyou's nervousness, Song Rong couldn't help but feel a little funny.
She is a mother of two children, but she is still nervous at this time.
Thinking of this, Song Rong couldn't help but patted Song Qingyou's hand and whispered.
"Don't be afraid, as long as Dad is here, Dad will hand you over to Lu Jingchen with his own hands."
"Um."
After hearing Song Rong's words, Song Qingyou's nervous mood slowly relaxed.
It was also at this time that she suddenly felt like she was really going to get married.
Her heart felt inexplicably sour and her eyes couldn't help but become moist.
Song Qingyou took a deep breath, trying to suppress the sadness that suddenly rose in her heart.
She looked steadily at Lu Jingchen not far away, and slowly raised the corners of her lips.
As the soothing and soft music slowly played, Song Qingyou couldn't help but take steps forward and walked towards Lu Jingchen, holding Song Rong's arm.
Song Nianchen behind her saw Song Qingyou's movements and was about to take steps to follow her, but found that Lu Qingyue on the side was looking around curiously.
Song Nianchen immediately reached out and held her little hand, happily said.
"Yueyue, let's go, my brother will hold you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his delicate little face and led Lu Qingyue to follow Song Qingyou with a satisfied look on her face.
Lu Jiye, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa waiting for Song Nianchen to come back, heard the music coming from outside.
His face was stunned for a moment, and then he slowly looked at the green smoke beside him.
Qing Yan, who was standing with his back to Lu Jiye, suddenly felt a thoughtful gaze cast from behind him, and a trace of guilt and helplessness flashed across his face
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