"What are we dancing?" A group of n looked puzzled.
The bride, also with a look of reluctance, revealed the answer to everyone: "Well, we’re dancing to ’Little Apple’."
The corners of the n’s mouths twitched simultaneously.
An Nan gently curved her lips and continued, "If you don’t dance, I’ll be in a bad mood. And when I’m in a bad mood, I like to turn off my phone and go on vacation."
The undisguised threat left everyone helpless.
Yes, if she goes on vacation and can’t be found, a certain protective man will bla them. But dancing to ’Little Apple’ is too embarrassing. Not dancing, however, would lead to worse luck. So, do they dance or not?
At this mont, everyone was deeply conflicted in their hearts.
An Nan leaned against the door behind her and continued, "I’ll give you three minutes to think about it."
Everyone’s face instantly turned as dark as soy sauce; this isn’t ti to consider—it’s a blatant threat. A threat.
But so what? No one dared to resist.
Soone took the lead, and everyone began to dance haphazardly.
At that mont, An Nan’s gaze fell on her man standing nearby, and she slightly raised her chin, commanding, "Go, dance with them."
To everyone’s surprise, Young Master Lin didn’t object this ti. Instead, he slowly began to move his body.
His graceful movents, alluring eyebrows, gradually made everyone halt, and the woman leaning against the door in front of him was left with a look of surprise and distortion.
Clearly, it’s such a funny song, yet this man turned it into an enchanting dance.
The surrounding cheers grew louder, even the elders downstairs were disturbed.
"Hahaha, today is a good day. Let them have their fun, they’re young," said the head of the Xi Family, causing a burst of laughter throughout the hall.
The cheering upstairs continued. After Lin Mubai finished his last move, he raised an eyebrow playfully at the woman leaning against the door: "Wife, how did your husband dance?"
"Scram."
An Nan hastily opened the door behind her and fled, followed by even more resounding laughter.
Zuo Qingfeng, after overcoming many obstacles, finally managed to get the bride onto the wedding car.
"Wife, please don’t ss with that scary couple again, okay?"
Xi Yu also wore a face full of fear and nodded repeatedly, "I won’t bother them, I won’t bother them."
Later on, whether it was because he found his wife or for so other reason, everyone noticed that Young Master Lin, who looked gloomy that morning, was in a much better mood. He wasn’t picking fights everywhere and was even trying to fulfill his duties for the day.
The wedding banquet was scheduled for the evening, and the groom and bride arrived at ’Champs Elysees’ early to rest in their room before heading down later.
During this free ti, the group, feeling bored, hid in a room to play poker.
An Nan declined everyone’s kind offers and looked at them speechlessly, wondering if she should ask, "Didn’t you all tire yourselves out last night? Aren’t you tired?"
In the end, she didn’t ask. She yawned, glanced around the room, and finally focused on the only big bed, then walked over to it, deciding to rest for a while first.
Having not slept well last night and after the morning’s hustle, she was indeed a bit tired.
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