Song Wen heard that she never dared to expect that her birthday would be so grand. She was like a princess, surrounded by the crowd.

"Happy Birthday Tingbao!"

Yueyao shouted at her in the crowd, and then gestured to Yan Sen next to her with her elbow to joke, "Today's President Ji is so handsome in my mind!"

Yan Sen helplessly raised his hand and rubbed her head, then his eyes fell on Ji Yanzhou next to Song Wenting.

The man who had always been reckless and reckless with his sharpness, his eyes soft and full of smiles, led the woman to the long table.

A large cake with several layers is placed on the table full of flowers, the decoration is simple and yet expensive.

Next to the flowers on the surface is written in clear green: I wish my Ting Ting 18 years old forever.

Song Wen's eyes were slightly moistened, she raised her eyes, and instantly fell into the dark pupils of the man.

"Eighteen-year-old little princess, make a wish?"

The man's eyes filled with a smile, and his voice fell into the noisy air, causing another roar.

"Mr. Ji, don't, why is the ceremony so fast?"

"Didn't you say you want to sing for this birthday party?"

"Come on, you need a face, and I want your brother Yan to sing for you."

"No, wait a minute, what do you call me? This is for our sister-in-law."

"Mr. Song, don't make a wish first, let Brother Yan sing a courtship song first!!"

The highest jumpers were Chen Qiyang and Xu Chenggang, and everyone else was shouting.

Ji Yanzhou wasn't annoyed either. He grabbed Song Wen's slender wrist with a big palm, and his smile became stronger when he heard the words. He leaned over and asked her, "What do you want to hear?"

Unexpectedly, he really agreed.

Song Wen was a little stunned to hear this, and then his mind went blank for a moment.

Seeing that she couldn't think of it, Yueyao started to make another move next to her: ""Love You Thousands of Times"!!"

""conquer"!!"

""You are the cutest"!!!"

"..."

Song Wen also burst into laughter when she heard it. She looked up at the man Qingjun's face, and suddenly thought of a song in her mind.

The smile on her lips deepened when she thought about it, her eyes were bright with stars, and her red lips slightly opened: ""Twinkle, Sparkle, Jingjing"."

"Wow~"

The man's black eyes stared at her deeply, he laughed lowly, and asked, "Why do you want to sing this song?"

Song Wen tilted her head and smiled sweetly, her eyes trembling with flowing light: "Because you are like my star."

"it is good."

Chen Qiyang handed over a microphone in a dog-legged manner. By the half-open river, the tall man's figure became more and more beautiful.

"Twinkle, twinkle, and the sky is full of small stars..." The low, hoarse voice entered his ears along the wind, and his heart felt a little numb. With his singing, more than a dozen drones flew in the air with lights on.

"Wow ah ah ah, so romantic."

"Song Wen listen..." Someone read the words above along the changing lights, "I love you!!"

As soon as someone screamed, the man's last song rang out in the next second: "The sky is full of little stars... Song Wen listen, I love you."

Song Wen laughed and threw himself into his arms.

There was a lot of noise all around: "Wow, Mr. Ji is so good!!"

Song Wen heard only the man's steady heartbeat.

She said softly, "Thank you, Ayan."

In response to her was a light and solemn kiss in her hair, he hugged her and asked, "I'll give you a grand wedding next time, okay?"

Song Wen hugged the man even tighter. She nodded heavily: "Yes."

Later, Song Wen made a wish: hope that every year will have this year, and every year will have this present.

A month later, Song Wenting put on a custom-made wedding dress, which was made by Ji Yanzhou's trustee abroad. It was so extravagant that it cost a whole building.

The wedding was held in a private manor, grand and solemn.

Song Wen was nervous.

But after Gu Yin led her into the arena, seeing a man in formal clothes in front of him, his pounding heart settled down.

He turned against the light, more like an unreal dream.

Song Wen listened with a smile on his face and walked towards him slowly and slowly.

The handsome face finally became clearer and clearer.

His eyes were softer, with a palpitating charm. The temperament on his body was somewhat restrained, and he stood straight and solemn.

Like waiting for a long time, just for this moment.

The palms of the hands finally came together, grasping her softness dryly, Song Wen raised his eyes and looked at each other, the eyes of the two were only each other.

A vulgar and romantic oath sounded in my ears: "Whether she is poor or rich, healthy or sick, happy or sad, are you willing to love her and protect her forever?"

The one she heard from her beloved: "I do."

It was enough to make Song Wen happy and happy.

"Now the groom can kiss the bride."

Under the veil, the man's hot kiss fell, light and soft.

It was so sweet that Song Wen could hardly stand.

The high heels followed, and she was tied by the man on the waist. He sneered and fell to his ear: "It's okay, I'm here."

Under the eyes of everyone below, Song Wen blushed.

The palms also started to heat up.

Fortunately the ceremony is over.

Song Wenting changed out of his six-centimeter shoes, put on a pair of small high heels, and changed into a toast suit.

But he didn't even get to a few tables, and Ji Yanzhou arranged a car to take him to the Yufu Mansion.

Getting his protection, at least not as tiring as imagined.

After removing her makeup, she took another shower, and Song Wen got a good night's sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already late at night, and Song Wen went downstairs to eat some bird's nest made by Aunt Zhang.

Then he touched the bed again, half leaned against the head of the bed, replying various messages.

Blessings filled his eyes, and the smile on Song Wen's lips grew stronger when he heard it. She replied patiently.

She deliberately ignored the phone call from her mother, Yun Jin.

There is no wavering in her heart now.

She heard from Jiang Yi that she insisted on attending the wedding, but he appeased her with money, but also forced her to sign the contract.

She will not bother her again.

The backstage was naturally arranged by Ji Yanzhou. He seemed to have done a lot of things silently where she couldn't see.

That point of inferiority and uncertainty brought by the original family was slowly healed by him.

Holding the mobile phone, Song Wen heard that Yueyao sent a lot of photos in the group, and then spoke a lot excitedly.

"Oh my god, it's the first time I see President Ji drinking like this!"

"Brother Yan, cow B!"

"..."

In this group, only Chen Qiyang Yansen and the others are better at playing, and they are more unscrupulous in speaking.

"Mr. Song, I would like to trouble you to pick up your boss Ji at the door."

Yueyao kept posting videos and photos all the way.

The tall figure of the man inside didn't look too embarrassed. Apart from his swaying footsteps, his face also looked fine.

But Song Wen was still worried.

Immediately got up, went downstairs to the door to pick up people.

Following Yueyao's instructions, a few minutes later, a group of them finally appeared in Song Wenting's sight.

The man is now in the middle position, the presence of the stars and the moon, as soon as he got out of the elevator, he met Song Wenting's eyes in the light of the sound.

His eyes were mixed with drunkenness, and the smile on his face was quite sloppy, he smiled: "Okay, let's all go back, my wife is here to pick me up."

"..."

Song Wenting walked a few steps out to meet everyone's gaze,

"Tingbao, then take good care of him, and we'll leave first."

Song Wen heard: "Yes."

"He did drink a lot."

Yan Sen, who has always been the least talkative, followed suit.

"It's okay, brother Yan's traffic is not bad."

"Happy wedding, sister-in-law!"

Song Wenting met Chen Qiyang's smiling face: "Well, thank you."

Then several people walked into the elevator, Yueyao still winked at her and smiled badly.

Song Wen couldn't help laughing out loud.

The moment he looked back, he was surrounded by the tall figure of the man in his arms.

The hot breath fell even more.

Song Wen's heart tightened, thinking that this was still at the door, he coaxed him in: "A Yan, let's go in first and then kiss, okay?"

The man stared at her with dark eyes for a while, then kindly let her go, and nodded obediently: "Okay."

He seemed to be drunk, and very drunk.

So, as soon as he entered the room, Song Wenting hurriedly went to Aunt Zhang and asked her to make some hangover soup, while she poured warm water.

The man stood motionless in the dim light of the living room.

How much did you drink?

Song Wenting frowned, and wanted to drink water for him from the cup, but he was too tall, and Song Wenting couldn't bring the cup to his lips.

I had to greet him: "Bend down."

But the man directly took the glass of water with his long fingers, and gulped it down.

Then he looked down at her: "You want to lie to me again?"

Song Wen heard: "Huh?"

The man laughed dumbly, and directly bent down and hugged her: "I won't let you succeed this time."

Before Song Wen could react, he saw Aunt Zhang's expression of deep smile from the corner of his eye.

The long legs took a few steps to the bedroom, and the back was pressed against the door panel, and the kiss fell.

After hearing this, Song Wen realized that the deception he said was that she told him to come in and let him kiss.

The strong kiss is full of alcohol, making people intoxicated and fascinated.

While taking a breath outside, Ji Yan's forehead rested against hers, and said in a low voice: "I finally got my wish."

Song Wen was stunned for a second, and then responded: "Well, me too."

Then he leaned his neck up and kissed her.

Me too, obsessed with obsession, got my wish.

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