The Adventures Of My All Rounder Wife - Chapter 1268: Xiao Qimo: I Don't Care I Want The Wedding Of The Century

There are many people involved in weddings, and even if they want to keep a low profile, even if they want to keep a low profile, they will not be able to cover the news completely.

Let alone how wide their social circle is, even the social media are secretly following this century wedding.

It’s too hard to keep a low profile.

Qi Zhen understands Lu Mian’s character and knows that she doesn’t like trouble, so she soothes: “Mianmian, you should join a friend party. We only invite close relatives and friends to attend, there won’t be too many people. ”

When Qi Zhen said this, Lu Mian smiled helplessly. How could she think that there would be so many people…

Forget it, just treat it as a party, as long as there are no messy people.

She gladly accepted: “Okay.”

Xiao Qimo, the bride-to-be next to him, collapsed with a handsome face.

A good wedding, the wife should only be a gathering of friends? But he really wants a century wedding…

“By the way, your grandfather is in the study. Tell him whoever you want to invite, and he will write wedding invitations for you.”

“Okay. Don’t be too tired, Mama Xiao, just do it casually.”

“You kid…” Qi Zhen was more helpless than her, “Well, well, you don’t need to worry about it, we are here.”

Xiao Qimo finally inserted a sentence: “Mom, the wedding of the century, don’t do it casually!”

“Okay, according to you!” Qi Zhen laughed, the two of them have reversed their personalities. Normally, girls want unforgettable weddings.

Lu Mian Xiao Qimo came to the study, knocked on the door and entered, and saw Xiao Jian standing in front of the desk writing something stroke by stroke, holding a brush in his hand.

Maybe it was too much attention, or maybe the paper was too small, it was very cautious in its strokes and strokes, even if the two of them entered the door, the old man hadn’t noticed it.

“Grandpa.” Xiao Qimo took his wife’s hand and walked to the side of Xiao Jian away from him, looking at the calligraphy on the table.

The beautiful and authentic regular script fonts fall on sprinkled gold special paper, exquisite and high-end.

Yes, this is a pleasing work.

For a figure like Xiao Jianli at the level of a master of calligraphy and painting, even if he drew two random strokes, they were all hot calligraphy, worth a thousand dollars.

Now the old man writes wedding invitations for them, which is the blessing of these two younger generations.

On the left hand side of the old man, he has written a stack of them one by one, and the workload is huge.

Xiao Qimo didn’t feel distressed at all, but unceremoniously picked up another brush and brushed it on the rice paper.

“Grandpa, this is the guest I need to invite.”

The old man finally raised his head, put down the brush carefully, blew a wedding invitation just written, and looked up at the young couple in front of him.

“Mianmian is here.” He laughed naturally, “Look at the word Grandpa, is it okay to write it?”

Xiao Jianli looked at Lu Mian expectantly.

Lu Mian stared at the work on the crime, and took a serious look: “Thank you, grandpa, for your hard work.”

“Hurt, what’s the hard work? This is a happy event. Grandpa is too late to be happy.” The old man was so busy, he was willing to write a hundred and eighty sheets.

Xiao Jianli smoothly picked up the row of names written by Xiao Qimo, some he had already written, and some hadnt. He handed it to Lu Mian’s writing brush: “Mianmian, and your friends, write them all. Come down, don’t be polite with grandpa, grandpa will practice calligraphy.”

The hospitality was difficult, Lu Mian had to pick up the pen and scribble down the name.

The first name on the paper is of course their group of five.

Looking at her self-contained calligraphy style, Xiao Jianli couldn’t help but patted her hands: “Good words!”

Back then, this girl had copied her copybook, and the one imitated was called an image. But in fact, this girl’s own words can also be called works of art.

Folded horizontally, dragons and phoenix dance, and a strong edge is hidden in the elegant font structure.

Lu Mian smiled and continued to write.

Followed by the friends I met in Wucheng and Jinjiang.

He remembered as he wrote, and soon a large sheet of paper was filled.

At the end of the writing, he wrote two pages of rice paper, and Lu Mian smiled embarrassedly: “Will it be too much?”

“Hahaha, this shows that we have so many friends in sleep!”

The old man didn’t care, picked up the two names that Lu Mian had written, and got busy again with a smile.

Lu Mian stood there and gave a slight shock. Before he knew it, he already had so many friends.

He was no longer the little devil who had nothing.