Chapter 1513 The Miserable Brother Helian (I)

Even if he didn't look, he could guess how cold Ji Chicheng's face was at this moment.

This kiss must be avenged, but today is his own wedding, he can't ruin his own place, so he can only... bear it first!

Ji Chicheng gritted his teeth, waited for Qi Helian fiercely, wiped his lips with disgust, and glanced at the woman beside him who was holding back her laughter in pain.

Without saying a word, he reached out and held her head, lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately.

Seeing this, the MC immediately used this to pull the atmosphere, "The groom can't wait to kiss the bride, applause."

Damn, it's the first time that being a MC is so tiring, the style changes at any time, and it's completely unconventional.

"The bride's bouquet, those who can't wait to get married can be prepared."

After the links were over, it was finally the bride's turn to throw the bouquet.

Ji Anning stood on the stage with her back to the audience, and behind her stood a row of people, some of whom were already married, and followed to join in the fun.

Xin Xiaoxiao stood at the front, with a pair of bright eyes, staring at the flowers in Ji Anning's hand like a radar.

"One..." the emcee began to count, "Two... Three..."

Hearing the emcee call three, Ji Anning raised the flowers in her hand and threw them back with force, and the people standing behind her scrambled for them.

The flower was flicked by one of the people's hands and bounced back. Unexpectedly, the flower fell on the legs of Ji Mingyue who was sitting in the first row, and she instinctively hugged it with both hands.

The bridal bouquet that so many people wanted to grab just fell into her hands. Without a little bit of defense or hesitation, it appeared in her sight, bringing her surprise...

She held the flowers in both hands, looked up in shock, and a pair of eyes stared at her. She was a little embarrassed and explained with a smile: "I didn't want to grab it."

Someone joked: "It seems that the fourth lady's fate is not far away."

"What fate or not, I don't need it." Ji Mingyue frowned, turned her head to look at Wu Qingsong who was sitting next to her, and stuffed the flowers into his hands, "Here, you need peach blossom luck more than me."

After a joke, her embarrassment was resolved again.

But Wu Qingsong was embarrassed. He held the flowers, laughing and crying, and didn't know how to deal with it.

Ji Anning walked up to him very considerately and said to him with a smile: "Uncle Qingsong, you still have to return this flower to me."

What? Uncle?

Wu Qingsong was stunned. He usually called him Brother Qingsong, but today he suddenly became uncle. This identity is a bit confusing.

But looking at Ji Mingyue beside him, he felt that there was nothing wrong with Ji Anning calling him uncle. After all, he and Mingyue grew up together and were equals.

He smiled and handed the flowers to Ji Anning with both hands, "Take it."

"Thank you, Uncle Qingsong." Ji Anning also took the bouquet with both hands, and then looked at Ji Mingyue and said in a joking tone: "Auntie, the bouquet came without fighting, it seems that your peach blossom luck is not far away."

Ji Mingyue frowned and glared at her, "Don't be disrespectful."

Ji Anning pouted, "Today is your niece's wedding, give her a smile, and there are many single men in this occasion, don't always have a stern face, so that people dare not approach you."

"You dead girl, you want to be scolded, right?" Ji Mingyue stretched out his hand and poked Ji Anning's forehead hard.

But he couldn't help but smile on his face.

Although the smile was not very obvious, Ji Anning felt extremely relieved and warm.