Jasper Zhang said yes, let's do it, we went to Xiangshan to hold the wedding, on the blue and white seaside, in the small blue and white Santorini villa, with rose flowers blooming on the wall. Uncle Kong is invited to present the wedding. Mother will give a speech, while Aunt Chen and the others will watch the ceremony. You came to me wearing the most beautiful white wedding dress, and I was waiting for you in front of the morning glory door. Outside the villa is the East China Sea, and beyond the East China Sea is Putuo, which is the dojo of Guanyin Bodhisattva. We are as blessed as the East China Sea and our longevity is as good as the Nanshan Mountains. We can invite Sergeant Clayton Han from Wenzhou. I want to make him sad again.
When Mira Su asked what the story was, Jasper Zhang told the story of the love triangle between Clayton Han, Qingmei and Zhuma. Mira Su smiled and said, he is really a sad person for the ages.
The shadow of the sun was tilted to the west. The two of them felt hungry and didn't want to go out. Jasper Zhang made do with the fruits in the fruit basket. He diced mangoes, sliced bananas, and tore grapefruit into pieces. He opened a pack of biscuits and crushed them. There were also nut snacks given on the plane. He poured yogurt on them and mixed them with a simple fruit dish. Salad. He took a spoon, gave Mira Su a spoonful, and took a spoonful for himself.
After chatting all afternoon, the initial shock passed, and Jasper Zhang was no longer as nervous as when he first found out. He watched Ming Ming eating yogurt and fruit, and the edge of the spoon touched the corner of his mouth and was stained with yogurt. He wiped it off with his thumb, put his hand back in his mouth and sucked it clean, and fed her another spoonful of mango, saying that the mango was so sweet. Mira Su said yes, it is fragrant and sweet. I think mango and yogurt are a perfect match. Mango seems to be born to be a dessert.
Jasper Zhang put the empty fruit bowl back on the table and took a wet tissue to wipe her mouth. He stood next to her, and from his angle, he could see Ming's breasts in the neckline of her skirt. She had obviously not worn underwear for the past two days, and the soft and thin skirt reflected her beautiful breasts.
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