Trafford’s Trading Club

Marriage carries countless words of blessing, whether it's a regular motorcade or a luxurious motorcade, whether it's a luxury hotel or a regular restaurant.

We are more than happy to give praise as long as there is no malicious speculation.

Because it's a festive day.

Because it will always be around, because it will always come, when you expect it, when you are lost… it will always come, no matter when.

That belongs to you, and your other half, the most important day.

……

The bride's day was the most beautiful, and her smile was enough to match the glow of all the precious stones.

Tao Xiaman threw his embroidery ball and threw his blessings into the sky. The embroidery ball woven from a pure white perfume lily may have gone too far, as if suddenly it had crossed the sea of expectant ladies.

“Hey, where'd you throw it? ”

“Find it! ”

Looking at a group of women looking down at the embroidery ball, the bride couldn't smile, and the groom was just Guan 'er.

But it seemed like the embroidery flower hadn't been found for a long time, and the groom had to wonder: “Xia Mang, you throw this embroidery so well to hide, I didn't see it? Where the hell is it? ”

The bride just smiled, “I don't know. ”

This is a happy day, and Zhou Zihao will naturally not compare to this little thing.

At this time, he glanced at a young man who appeared beside the banquet and whispered: “Xia Mang, Officer Lin is here. I went over there to greet him, thanks to his help, so I opened an example. ”

“Okay, I'll be right there.” Tao Xia laughed.

It was indeed with the help of Inspector Lin that we were able to meet in a special meeting room in that way, on an exceptional basis.

She didn't expect this Officer Lin to promise to come down. It's just that in life, there will always be some accidents... Some, neither you nor I can predict, can't believe the accidents at first.

Tao Xiamang's eyes swept past the crowd, and seemed to see a shadow flashing by, holding the embroidery flower in his hand and disappearing into the crowd.

This is the third time she's seen this figure.

Now for the first time in an old noodle parlor she had to leave the old house to prepare for the wedding for the second time.

There is only one simple sentence.

He stood on the street, as if no one could see him, and the world slowed down in Tao Xiamang's eyes... He seemed to be saying something there, and it was impossible for her to hear it at such a distance.

But Tao Xia Wan knew very well that a voice was coming into his ear.

“If you've been waiting and wanting to know, why don't you go check it out yourself? Answer, maybe right where you can get to. ”

The mysterious young man vanished into the crowd, and time seemed to return to normal flow —— as it is now.

“Xia Mang, Xia Mang!” In the distance, Zhou Zihao looked for his hand.

“Alas, I'll be right over. ”

So the bride retracted her gaze and went to her husband… and didn't care so much about the details.

Because, ah, this is the happiest day of her life.

……

……

“To be honest, I'm still not used to this kind of foreigner. It's not white wine, it's not real. ”

At the corner of the prison playground, again at dusk time, Old Feng frowned, put down the cup on his hand, couldn't help but mutter.

However, despite the mumbling, the owner of the club filled it with drinks himself, and Von drank one glass after another.

Because, ah, this is the drink from the wedding venue. As for the stone stool they were sitting on, there were also plates of dishes brought from the ballroom.

Old Feng clamped a piece of meat into his mouth and chewed it for a few moments before asking: “What kind of dish is this? ”

“A blessing of heaven.” Rochu replied softly.

“It's just brine!” Old Feng muttered disgustingly and then clamped one more piece into the entrance.

Then he switched his chopsticks, pointing to the other plate, and asked: “What about this? ”

“Together. ”

Old Feng continued to disdain: “It's just a pig's hoof! ”

But he clamped it up, chewed it in small bites, and then held it in a small sip of foreign wine that he couldn't speak of.

Time passed quietly as the elderly asked for the name and taste of the dish.

Later, Lao Feng said that drinking alone was too boring, so Boss Luo removed half of the mask and drank this unholy wine together.

“Honestly, no one's been drinking with me in a long time.” Old Feng got a little drunk and looked up at the moon in the middle of the night sky, his eyes disoriented: “Remember the last time, it was a few years ago. ”

Rochu wondered, "Can we drink here besides New Year's? ”

Old Feng smiled. “Remember what I told you about the officer? When he came to visit me, he would have a drink or two with me, chat or something. But, the days are over. This time you drank with me reminded me of him. ”

“Really?” Lochu lifted the glass, touched it gently on Old Von's glass, and watched the moonlight with Old Von, "Tonight is the new moon. ”

“Yeah, New Moon.” Feng answered softly.

His voice was very small, his eyes gradually closed, and it was not long before he heard a breath... In fact, people who had not touched alcohol for a long time were not used to the role of alcohol in the body.

How can you not get drunk easily when you obviously don't like it, but you drink most of it yourself?

Moon, start climbing west, twelve o'clock.

The time has come for the deed.

Lo Qiu sent the drunken old Feng back to his bed, covered him with a quilt, and then pressed his hand against Feng's chest in vain. He snatched him out of his body. The life was agreed at the beginning...

Old Feng turned around and had a smile on his face. He seemed to be having a good dream.

“This old man is in such good health that, even now, he can live for 20 years. ”

The maid's voice appeared quietly behind the club owner. Unight also had an envelope in his hand.

The club's maid arrived quietly and sent the envelope to her owner, softly saying, "Master, it's ready. ”

“Rinse it up so quickly.” Rochu laughed while opening the envelope.

The maid just smiled. She actually washed it out earlier, just picked it out... she knew her owner would love it.

Inside is a photo just washed out, black and white. In the photograph, the bride had flowers in her hand and smiled so brilliantly.

Lochu put the photo on Old Feng's palm and stood up and said softly: "Well... thank you for coming, Guest. ”

It's midnight and it's quiet.