Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Perhaps from the moment the accident happened, it was all doomed.

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"Bride and groom, you laugh a lot, this time in a lifetime."

The unidentified photographer in the photo gallery of the Civil Affairs Bureau was anxious to look at Yan Rusheng's lifelike expressions. He wanted to say, ‘Your expressions do n’t seem to come to get a marriage certificate, like to attend a memorial service’.

But not, the bride's eyes were red and swollen, and she lost her soul, apparently crying.

The groom's face seemed to have just come out of the ice cellar, and he was paralyzed.

They are still so far away.

This time in my life ...

When Yan Rusheng heard this sentence, he couldn't help raising it, and then slowly fell on the vivid shoulder.

His wide palm, warm palms, and his lifelike body tightened unnaturally.

The expressions and spacing of the two remained unchanged. The photographer reluctantly shook his head. "Ah, remind you again, this is a photo of a marriage certificate. When I press the shutter, that lens will be stuck on your red for life. Book it. "

Having said that, he didn't plan to tell them to smile any more, got closer, aimed at the camera and pressed the shutter.

With a flash of light, he made an OK gesture for lifelikeness and speech.

Before the hand was retracted, a happy and satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again. "That's right, you both look so good, and smile better."

The photographer looked down at the photos just taken by Lifelike and Yan Rusheng, and kept thinking.

Yan Rusheng and Wen Xuxu did not know what the photographer meant.

Yan Rusheng just thought he was very noisy and annoying.

They didn't understand until the two held their own little red books.

It turned out that they all smiled at the same moment.

Because ... this lens will be stuck on the little red book in their hands for a lifetime.

Xuxu changed her identity and appeared in Wang Daqin's spiritual hall. The spiritual hall was set up for three days, and she, as a daughter-in-law, was kneeling in front of the spiritual hall with Yan Rusheng for three days and nights.

In these three days, she stared at Wang Daqin's portrait, thinking of her old movie, and played back her memories of grandma from the day she entered the house.

Tears never stopped.

Finally before Wang Daqin's body was about to be cremated, she couldn't bear falling.

She didn't know how long she slept, and the moment she opened her eyes, she felt that the sky was spinning, and that feeling would only disappear after a while.

Where is she

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar room, sober and sober, she mumbled and sat up. She shook her drowsy head and looked around the room again.

How could she lie on Yan Yansheng's bed?

"grandmother……"

Thinking of grandma, she lifted the quilt, got out of bed barefoot, and felt the weight of her head almost made her fall, and she took several steps to stand still.

So she opened the door barefoot and ran out.

"Grandma." Her feet ran towards the stairs in one step, and the brightly lit lobby was full of people, all wearing black clothes.

Xu Xu's heart sank suddenly, holding the handrails of the stairs, his body slipped, and he sat paralyzed on the stairs.

This is a dream, this is not a dream.

She crooked her neck, leaned her head against the iron railing, and her eyes filled with tears quickly.

Is grandma really gone?

"Lifelike."

Murray's hoarse voice came downstairs, softly.