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Yilan sat in front of the dressing table and looked quietly at herself in the mirror. In an hour, she had just finished her makeup on her face. Now she was in a daze. From the mirror, she could see the milky white wedding dress on the hanger behind her back and a bouquet of red roses in the vase. This morning, Yang Pan asked someone to send it specially. Recently, she would receive flowers from Yang Pan every day, and every day there were red roses. At first, she complained to Sophie that Yang Pan was too vulgar and didn't know what other flowers to send, and she insisted on sending big red roses, which looked like the way of showing love in the 1970s.

Later, Yang Pan gave her flowers every day, and she was speechless. How could this man who didn't understand romance every day spend so much effort studying the meaning of flowers? He could remember that it was already very good to send flowers every day. Forget it, why did she ask for so high?

Today is the wedding, but she was a little nervous while expecting it. She had never experienced it, or even attended someone else's wedding. This was really the first time in her life, and she didn't even know what to do.

It would be great if my mother was still around. At least I could ask her, just let it go, but maybe he had forgotten what his wedding was like.

Sophie has already set off to Zhang Jun's side. They will be the best man and bridesmaid later. Now they are not by her side. Besides, Sophie has never experienced such a scene before, so she can't ask any of them.

I just hope I don’t act too embarrassingly then.

There was a knock on the door behind him.

"Come in!"

The door opened, and her father appeared in the mirror.

"Have you put on your makeup yet?" The bearded father looked at the messy cosmetics on the dressing table, then looked at his daughter sitting in front of the mirror, and asked. "The groom's float is coming soon."

Yilan shook her head, "But I'm not ready yet... Dad, what did you look like when you got married to your mother?"

The bearded man looked at the ceiling, as if recalling: "What do you look like? Well, you know that at that time your grandma and grandpa were both against your mother marrying me, but she insisted on marrying me, so we didn't even hold the wedding, so we exchanged rings in the church, and then swore in front of the priest and it was over."

"No wedding..." Yilan was a little disappointed.

"Apart from the flowers prepared in the church, we don't even have a group of relatives and friends. However, it was a day that I would never forget for my life, because it was my first time with your mother and I. The mother in a white wedding dress was particularly beautiful that day. Yilan, do you know that the most proud choice in my life is to marry your mother."

"Haha, of course I know, because you have told me countless times."

The bearded man smiled embarrassedly, then stood behind Yilan, looking at his daughter in the mirror carefully: "The more you look at her, the more you look like your mother, that boy Yang Pan is so lucky..."

Yilan in the mirror blushed.

The bearded man laughed: "Look at your little face, it's red like the red roses. Yang Pan is also a person with a heart. I still remember sending such a big bouquet of red roses every day. Twenty-four years, you are about to leave your father's side. The bird's wings are getting hard..."

"Dad..." Yilan heard the reluctance in her father's tone. Since her mother passed away, they were forced to move to Italy, she had been living with her father. She had never thought about leaving her father before, and sometimes she was even willing to stay with her father like this. "I can't bear to leave you..." She said like a coquettish act in her father's arms, but she wouldn't even be very good at acting coquettish in the future.

"Silly, if you meet a man who is better than your father, there is no need to stay by my side. Dads cannot tie your daughter up for the rest of your life. It's not like not meeting each other in the future. Isn't it enough to come back to see your father often?" He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was getting late. "You should put on makeup and change your clothes quickly. I think the groom will come later. You will be embarrassed before you change your clothes."

"Hmph! He is here, I ask him to wait. Do he still dare to have any objections?"

The bearded man laughed again, then turned around and walked out. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and asked Yilan: "Yilan, you really don't let grandma and grandpa and their family come to your wedding?"

Yilan snorted coldly: "Even my mother doesn't want family members. I have long since stopped thinking that they are my grandma and grandpa. When they come, they will only ruin my mood."

"Oh, they are actually very concerned. They often write letters to ask about your situation. I heard that you are going to get married and are very enthusiastic..."

"Dad, I'm getting married today, okay should we not talk about this?"

The bearded man smiled bitterly and shook his head and left.

Only Yilan was left behind and then sighed to the mirror: "Mom, my daughter is going to get married too. Dad is very nice to me. He never opposes my marriage with Yang Pan. But I am leaving and I am a little reluctant to leave him. Dad has more and more gray hair... I really hope someone can take care of him by his side."

Yilan talked to herself and suddenly found that her eyes were wet. She was afraid that tears would break the makeup she had just put on, so she simply got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face again, and then sat back to the dressing table to concentrate on putting on makeup.

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Early in the morning, Yang Pan's house became lively. His parents and several elders came to see how Yang Pan was preparing, and Li Yongle was also pulled by Yang Pan to help.

"Hey, Panpan, are you ready?" Mother looked at the people entering and leaving the door and asked loudly.

"It's soon! It's soon!" Yang Pan replied inside. He was wearing a dress. He had never worn such a formal dress before. Now he felt a little busy.

His cell phone kept ringing. Some were consulted about wedding preparations, while others were called by reporters to ask for an interview.

Yang Pan threw his phone to Li Yongle who was watching the show: "Help me deal with those people."

Li Yongle picked up his phone and responded seriously. "Well, hello. No, we won't accept the interview. Yes, this wedding is private, and Yang Pan doesn't want the media to be there. Because the wedding is attended by relatives and friends..."

"How are the banquets being prepared? Where is the church? Where is the pastor? All are ready? Well, OK, then everything is the same. Come on. How are the parking lots in that place arranged? OK, no problem."

"Hey, how are the floats outside dressed up? Oh, hurry up, the bride is impatient to wait!"

Li Yongle suddenly put down the phone and shouted outside: "I said the people who are fine are going out! So many people are crowding in the house, causing trouble! And, persuade the reporters outside the door to leave."

Yang Pan watched Li Yongle arrange it one by one, then sighed: "So I want to bring you to help, instead of the two idiots Lakaka and Anke... The one who plays the midfielder really has the ability to command. With you, I feel much more relaxed."

Li Yongle smiled and said, "I'm just a bystander. When I get married, I'm probably not much better than you."

"Are you married?" Yang Pan remembered what Li Yongle once said to Zhang Jun, "Oh, I think I can't wait for that day..."

Li Yongle smiled and pushed him, "Okay, go out, your parents are anxious to wait."

Yang Pan walked to the mirror again, looked at him from front, back and left and right, and then asked Li Yongle: "It's really all good? Didn't you wear it wrong?"

Li Yongle nodded: "A young man who is quite energetic."

When Yang Pan opened the door and walked out, his parents looked at him and didn't say anything for a long time, making Yang Pan look furious: "Is there something wrong?"

"No, no." Mom smiled, "I just couldn't believe that this was her son. Hey, old man, when did our family Panpan have been so handsome?"

Dad touched his chin and nodded: "Well, it's not bad, it looks like me when I was young. Yang Pan is very handsome, right, son?"

Yang Pan looked at his parents still joking with each other, and felt that everything was going well today. Today is his happy day, so how can it be if it doesn’t go well?

Mom looked at her watch and then said in surprise: "Oh! It's getting late, Panpan, hurry up and pick Yilan up. I guess she's anxious."

Yang Pan nodded, and then said to Li Yongle beside him: "Then I will leave this to you. You are responsible for arranging my parents and relatives and friends to go to the church. I picked up Yilan and went straight to it."

Li Yongle agreed.

Yang Pan picked up the car key and went out.

The one who was on the float task today was not his beloved Hummer, but an Opel convertible sports car he bought specifically for this wedding. The color was still the red he liked. The sports car was full of ribbons and flowers, so that everyone could tell at a glance that it was a wedding car. Now the sports car is quietly parked at the door of the garage, waiting to carry him to pick up the bride.

The paparazzi outside the door watched Yang Pan come out, and suddenly flashed. Yang Pan ignored them and got into the car on his own and started the car. His mother drove out of the house and told him: "Be careful on the road, Pan Pan!"

"I understand! Just follow Li Yongle to the church later." Yang Pan waved his hand and drove the car out of the courtyard.

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When Yilan finally appeared in front of her father, even the big bearded man who was a father had to marvel at her daughter's beauty today.

In a traditional white wedding dress, the wide skirt hangs on the ground, the white head is covered with sand behind the head, a milky white chain strap is placed on the forehead, and the platinum necklace given to him by Yang Pan on his neck. It is plain white, but it feels so charming.

Yilan smiled slightly at the bearded man who was stunned: "Dad."

The bearded man came to his senses and shook his head and sighed: "My daughter is so beautiful today. Are you ready?"

"Um."

"Then go back to your room and wait. I guess Yang Pan is coming soon."

"Can't you sit in the living room and wait?" Yilan also wanted to chat with her father.

"Silly, where is there a bride sitting in the living room waiting for the groom? Wait for the groom to pick you up, and then you have to deliberately pretend to be more reserved. I want to see what Yang Pan should do, haha!"

Yilan lowered her head and thought, it was interesting to tease Yang Pan like this, so she did as her father said.

She returned to her bedroom. She wanted to lie down on the bed as usual, but when she looked at her expensive wedding dress, she was afraid that she would be wrinkled by herself. She had to sit in front of the dressing table, and after sitting for a while, she stood up and walked around the room. She walked around the room for a few times, then stopped and began to look out of the window.

She was looking forward to Yang Pan's arrival, but she was very nervous inside. When she thought that she would become someone else's wife in the future, she felt that she had never tasted it before.

So she was restless and restless. She looked at the wall clock on the wall, and the second hand was jumping, which made her feel nervous.

Ah, come slowly, come slowly, I'm not ready yet!

Well... why haven't you come yet? Go to the window and take a look...

Whenever there was a car horn sound downstairs, she would jump up and pounce towards the window, and then retreated in disappointment every time.

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Yang Pan stopped at the intersection with a red light in front. After turning left at the intersection in front of the intersection, Yilan's home was less than 500 meters. He took advantage of this time to look at his hairstyle from the rearview mirror. Fortunately, the hair spray was good. Although it was blown by the wind, his hairstyle was not messy. He thought about how to pick up Yilan when he arrived. He was the first among his friends to get married, and there was not even a person who could provide experience. His parents were a traditional Chinese wedding, and there was no reference value for his Western style.

The groom and the bride are not experienced... But only in terms of marriage, having experience may not be a good thing.

Everyone on the road was watching him because his float was really dazzling, and everyone knew that the one sitting in the car was Yang Pan. On the bus next to him, someone cheered him, and some were blessing him. In fact, he was a little worried at the beginning, afraid of being surrounded on the road. But this was the case all the way along the way. When people saw him, they blessed him, applauded, and cheered. No one treated him with a malicious attitude. Even the fans of Inter Milan did not perform badly. Maybe because he got married today, this was a big joy in life, and no one would disturb him.

Seeing that everyone was so friendly, he waved to greet them friendly.

The green light was on, and he wanted to continue picking up his bride.

Finally, he drove outside the Yilan family's house. He parked his car on the side of the road, then walked up to knock on the door.

It is the door opened by a bearded man.

"Where is Yilan, big bearded man?" Yang Pan stretched his head and looked into the room.

"Hey, I'm at least going to be your dad, so don't bearded and bearded. Call dad, don't let you enter the house if you don't call dad, haha!" The bearded laughed lewdly.

Yang Pan rolled his eyes in anger, and he still liked to joke so much... But even if he and Yilan were engaged, he didn't seem to call the bearded man seriously "Dad". Then it was not too much for him to make this request, so he honestly shouted, "Dad, I'm here to pick Yilan up."

The bearded man's eyes narrowed with smiles. "I finally have a son, so okay, Yilan is in her bedroom upstairs, but it depends on you if she can't come out."
To be continued...