Chapter 1401
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The wedding banquet was held in the lobby of the Diyuan Hotel. The chefs from Purple Mountain Pavilion were in charge, and every dish was made with great taste and had a beautiful meaning.
Weiwei and Mochen's fans, who had been invited to the banquet, were overjoyed. They felt as if they had reached the pinnacle of their lives.
At 9.09 pm, the night sky suddenly lit up and fireworks were set off all over the city. It was as beautiful as a meteor shower, and everyone was in a good mood. They couldn't help but sigh.
The beautiful love and the beautiful day would be remembered by everyone!
It meant that the banquet was over. When they returned to Ru Garden, they were all familiar with each other and they started to make a scene in the bridal room.
Ji Zuo said, "Young Master, do you think you should express your gratitude?"
Mochen's gaze landed on Ji Zuo. His long fingers adjusted his tie and his voice was cold. "Tell me, how should I express my gratitude?"
Ji Zuo was speechless.
The Young Master's expression and tone were obviously hinting for them to be tactful and not disturb them.
Zeng Wang said, "Young Master, you really should express your gratitude today."
Mochen's gaze landed on Zeng Wang.
Zeng Wang shut up.
Mochen glanced at him. "Ji Zuo, the best man. Look for him if there's anything."
Hence, the bride and groom couldn't make a scene, so everyone dragged Ji Zuo downstairs to make a scene.
Mochen closed the door and turned back to look at Weiwei. He reached out his hand to untie his tie.
Weiwei sat at the head of the bed, her cheeks pink.
Now, all the necessary procedures had been completed!
She and he were officially husband and wife!
Thinking back on this day, it felt like a dream. She hadn't expected him to prepare such a grand wedding for her.
She had thought that love in this lifetime had nothing to do with her.
She had thought that no one would like her.
She had thought …
A dark shadow landed on top of her head. She looked up and met his dark eyes.
Mochen raised his hand and caressed her cheek. "The treasure girl today is really beautiful."
Weiwei was speechless.
He called her treasure girl again!
Mochen looked at Weiwei and rubbed her cheek with his fingertips. "From now on, you are my private property."
Weiwei was short of breath and a little short of oxygen. Her voice was soft. "Mo Shao, you're my private property now."
Mochen lowered his head and kissed Weiwei.
In an instant, half of the bed sunk in, and the temperature in the room rose steadily.
Even with her eyes slightly closed, she could still feel his kisses landing on every inch of her body!
Mochen kissed her again and again, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
Weiwei couldn't handle it.
Mo Chen clasped her hand tightly and completely possessed her. His voice was hoarse as he whispered in her ear, "Three years later, you must give me another child. I won't be separated from you for a single day."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was like a conqueror!
Weiwei felt like her bones were falling apart. She struggled to climb up the man's rock-hard shoulders.
To-night, in the rightful indulgence, he would kiss her again and again, more than contentedly, and again, and again, and again.
Outside the window, the night sky was like water. In the bridal room, the room was swaying gently.
…
In the living room on the first floor, a group of men started to place bets.
Shang Ziyang said, "Guess what time Her Royal Highness wakes up tomorrow?"
Zeng Wang said, "That's not easy to guess!"
Nie Rong slammed the table. "Don't say anything. I'll bet one million that she wakes up at noon. She needs to replenish her energy."
The group looked at Nie Rong.
"Xiu 'er!"
"Xiu 'er!"
"What did she replenish in her mother's womb?"
"Everyone went through nine years of compulsory education. Nie Rong, why are you so outstanding?"
"F * ck, her shoulder disc is too prominent!"
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