Chapter: 2871
Liu Yiqing took his arm and cried: "Okay, I promise you, we will only hold the wedding, not get the certificate. I know, you will not forget Xiaoci in your heart. Don't worry, I will not argue with her, I will silently watch over you.
I believe that one day, you will find my goodness and fall in love with me. "
Lu Zizhong shook off her hand with a cold face: "I hope you don't regret it!"
After he finished speaking, he left the living room of the old house with big strides without turning his head.
In his account book, his wife can only be Xiaoci!
Although Father Liu was very dissatisfied with the attitude of the Lu family, especially Lu Zizhong, they couldn't stand their daughter's insistence on marrying, and there was nothing they could do.
In the end, he could only reluctantly agree to the marriage.
Because Liu Yiqing was three months pregnant, the two families agreed on the wedding date as quickly as possible. Ten days later, on July 18, the wedding was held at the Xingyue Hotel.
Because Lu Zizhong and Liu Yiqing are both celebrities in Yucheng. Therefore, as soon as the news that they were going to get married spread, the media immediately exploded.
Although Liu Yiqing lived in Murong Ling's villa, since the wedding date was confirmed, she had the cheek to go to the old house for dinner every day.
He also deliberately bought a lot of toys and snacks for the children of the Lu family.
It's just that the concubines of the Lu family, except Bai Yizhi, who was polite to her because she was her manager, treated her lightly.
Good or bad, not far or near, keeping a distance very far away.
To be honest, Xiangzhu and the others didn't like people like her who pretended to be enthusiastic. After all, the previous sister-in-law Gu Nuanci was too good, too dazzling, capable, lively and cheerful, and had a good personality.
Although Liu Yiqing in front of her smiles every day and deliberately asks them to chat, but everyone is not a fool, you can see that what she does is intentional.
On the seventh day of Lu Zizhong's wedding announcement, Long Wei and Liu Yiyi finally brought their son to the Lu family.
They didn't say anything, just politely said a few words, glanced at Liu Yiqing, and left.
However, when Long Ruoyang met Lu Zizhong at the door, he said to him with a cold face: "Lu Zizhong, this is the last time our Long family has come to your Lu family. From now on, you are no longer my brother-in-law. ."
Longwei scolded his son: "Ruoyang, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Then, he looked at Lu Zizhong: "Three years, you are an adult, we understand that you want to remarry. Zizhong, I hope you are happy. I think this is what Xiaoci wants to see most in the sky."
Liu Yiyi on the side couldn't help crying. If her precious daughter was still alive, perhaps it was her Xiaoci who was pregnant and had a baby today.
Hearing Long Wei's small speech, Lu Zizhong's heart ached unbearably: "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry!"
Long Ruoyang stood in front of his parents: "Okay, Brother Zi, stop pretending. Liu Yiqing is already pregnant with your child, so you should call my parents Uncle Long and Aunt Liu!
Dad, Mom, let's go! "
After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but take the hands of Long Wei and Liu Yiyi, turned around and left.
It turns out that he misunderstood Brother Zi Zhong! It's only been three years, and he actually fell in love with a hypocritical woman like Liu Yiqing.
He really wished his sister was still alive! This way, parents don't have to worry about it all day.
After returning home, remembering that Lu Zizhong was going to get married in three days, Long Ruoyang looked at the autumn night sky and called softly, "Sister, where are you? If you are alive in the sky, take off your parents tonight. Dream! They really miss you."
In the navy base hospital, 1,000 kilometers away, Gu Nuanci, who was undergoing special rehabilitation training, had just woken up for half a month from a serious injury and couldn't help sneezing.
Xiao Heng laughed aside: "Boss, it must be your husband who misses you again!" JrNovels.com