Chapter: 7908

The Seventh Son came back to his senses, turned around and saw a smile on his face.

Especially when he saw the clothes Gong Qianqiu was wearing, his thoughts were inexplicably complicated.

"Sister Qianqiu, is this the one I gave you?" Seventh Son's voice was dry.

Gong Qianqiu nodded, her smile was slightly restrained, and she even became a little sentimental later.

"How about it, isn't it beautiful? You have really good eyesight! My clothes fit me well!"

Gong Qianqiu sighed again, and continued, "Wearing the clothes my brother gave me to marry is a kind of happiness!"

While speaking, Gong Qianqiu's eyes faintly glistened with tears.

"Sister Qian Qianqiu, don't cry!"

"I feel bad for you too."

Seeing Gong Qianqiu's tears flashing, the Seventh Son suddenly panicked, his mood became more confused, and his body was a little inexplicably irritable.

"Silly boy, my sister is so happy!"

Gong Qianqiu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then helped the Seventh Son tidy up her robe, and dusted off the fine dust on her shoulders.

"I'm such a grown-up, and I still don't know how to take care of myself? My sister is really worried!"

"But from now on, my sister is married and can't take care of you like before. You have to take care of yourself."

"Don't always drink alcohol without eating, it's bad for your appetite, and you should also eat less of that elixir, after all, it contains cinnabar, which is not good for your body, and"

Gong Qianqiu babbled on many daily trivial matters, tears fell down 'uncontrollably' again.

"You also hurry up and find a woman who treats you sincerely, so that I can be completely relieved."

"Today is my sister's big day, don't be so sad all the time, do you hear me?"

"Okay, I'm going to entertain guests, take care of yourself!"

At the end of Gong Qianqiu's speech, her voice was choked with tears, and she turned around and ran away.

Looking at Gong Qianqiu's leaving back, Seventh Son's heart was empty, and he suddenly felt as if he had lost something.

There is also a breath blocked in the chest, and I can't go up or down, which is really unbearable.

"Sister, sister"

The Seventh Son murmured softly, the feeling of blockage in his throat and chest became more intense, and he was suddenly upset again.

Instinctively wanted to drink a few sips of wine, but thought of Gong Qianqiu's exhortation just now, and put the jug aside again.

Looking at the scene of Gong Qianqiu on the high platform in the distance and toasting the guests arm in arm with the Dashengzi, the eyes of the Seventh Shengzi felt a little sore, and his heart felt extremely uncomfortable.

He was like a child whose favorite toy was ruthlessly taken away, so angry, yet so helpless, even powerless.

During the whole wedding, the Seventh Son was in a daze, either in a daze or in a daze, like an empty shell with a lost soul.

In front of Taixu Shenzong's main entrance, there were red makeups for several miles, and the carriages on the street were arranged in an orderly manner, and there was an endless stream of people who came to congratulate and give gifts.

The ground is paved with red felt for several miles, and the bluestone roadside is even more covered with rose petals, and the trees along the street are tied with various color ribbons. JrNovels.com