Not being able to kiss your bride at the wedding, that's such a pity.
"We've been waiting to drink your wedding wine for so long that I've almost managed to snag a wife myself," Lin Jingsheng said, clapping his hands. "Beauty Qiao, we're entrusting our proud Ah Liang to you. Be sure to put him through his paces. Stepping into the temple of marriage is a dead-end path."
"Can you even say things like that? Calling marriage a grave on the wedding day."
"What right do you, a committed bachelor, have to criticize me?" Lin Jingsheng looked at Chu Lin with disdain.
Chu Lin was a typical bachelor, avoiding women like the plague.
Qiao Xia dragged Mu Liang out of the chapel to take pictures. They hadn't taken any photos together, not even a family portrait. Qiao Xia wanted Mu Liang to hold Dudu for a family photo, but Mu Liang shook his head, refusing, "I won't hold him!"
This little soft child, who was the continuation of his bloodline, was a gift from the person he loved most.
