"Then what do you say he’s doing? At such an important mont, he doesn’t show up?" Wei Changqing was even angrier and said furiously, "Big brother is not just our big brother anymore; he’s going to be the leader of us all. How can he wander around alone? Now, with third brother like this—"
Zhang Sanfeng interrupted him: "It’s my big brother’s wedding with her; it has nothing to do with ."
Wei Changqing was almost furious enough to twist his mouth, thrusting a fist in front of him, gesturing: "If I were Miss Zhong, I’d definitely be feeling like this, wanting to punch you to death. After all, you’re just a coward, aren’t you?"
"Old Six!" Zhan Dapeng couldn’t help but raise his voice to stop him from further wounding Zhang Sanfeng’s fragile self-esteem.
But Wei Changqing couldn’t hold back any longer; he had to make it clear face to face and continued, "Third brother, if you keep being like this, you really are a coward. Do you think she minds your leg? Your leg is not the problem at all! She’s upset because you’re not fighting for it. If you fight a little, she will imdiately change her mind and be with you, did you know?"
Zhang Sanfeng turned his face away.
"What are you avoiding?" Wei Changqing shouted to his back as he activated the wheelchair to move away.
Zhan Dapeng quickly covered Old Six’s mouth: "Keep your voice down. There are people everywhere here, people who ca to attend the wedding, they can all hear."
Wei Changqing complained: "So what if they hear or not? Oh, are we just supposed to watch the person we like get taken away?"
Zhang Sanfeng seed not to hear his words, pressing on the room’s door and maneuvering the wheelchair out.
Zang Xiaolian sat in the corner, watching the brothers argue with a helpless look on his face. At this mont, he only missed his second brother, Dabai.
After the bride and groom boarded the car for their solo honeymoon trip, they drove all the way onto the highway, leaving the city. It wasn’t long before they reached the outskirts of the downtown area. The United States is vast, and unlike back ho, where the population density results in skyscrapers everywhere, here in the suburbs, both the population and the number of buildings were noticeably fewer.
As for the honeymoon destination, the bride Zhong Qiaohui had not previously discussed it much with the groom, only saying that she wanted to find a spacious place to gaze at the stars.
Zhang Yingxi, perhaps to fulfill this basic request of hers, drove her to a sparsely populated area. It was open here, and surely at night, more stars could be seen.
As ti passed, it gradually turned to evening. Zhong Qiaohui looked out the car window and saw scenes of desert interspersed with grassland. Where was this place? Not being a longti resident of the United States, she wasn’t familiar.
Zhang Yingxi slowed down the car as if looking for a place to park, and said, "It looks like there isn’t anywhere to eat tonight. I brought so snacks in the car."
A picnic, is it? Zhong Qiaohui didn’t even raise an eyebrow at this.
Zhang Yingxi parked the car, turned around, and said to her, "Not in the mood to eat, right? Here, let first give you what you wanted."
Only then did Zhong Qiaohui slowly retrieve her gaze from outside, turning to face him.
Sothing? What sothing? She had never ntioned wanting anything from him.
Zhang Yingxi reached into his groom’s pocket, took out a small box, and placed it in front of her: "Here, take it, open it and see."
Zhong Qiaohui squinted her eyes, and after a brief hesitation with her fingers, quickly picked up the palm-sized black velvet box in his hand. Just as she was about to open the box, his hand suddenly seized her wrist.
The unexpected pain made Zhong Qiaohui squint her eyes and lift her head.
Zhang Yingxi smiled at her, a smile at the corner of his mouth like a beam of frozen sunlight: "In such a hurry? Didn’t you just marry ?"
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