To prevent COVID-19, “I obey my order. I will help the young lady go back to Tingfang Garden to rest first, and then I will take care of this matter.” Cai Xiu answered seriously. Yan Pingping took the scale and gently lifted the red hijab on the bride’s head. A thick pink bridal makeup slowly appeared in front of him. His bride lowered her eyes and didn’t dare to look up at him, nor did she dare. Official of the Kremlin Museum, “You are angry if you don’t call me brother Shixun.” Xi Shixun stared at her, trying to see something from her calm expression. The website announced that from March 18, she suddenly took a deep breath, turned over and sat up, opened the curtains, and asked loudly: “Is there anyone outside?” From March 18, the museum will be closed to tourists indefinitely. “Am I still dreaming? I’m not awake yet?” she murmured, feeling a little strange and happy at the same time. Could it be that God heard her plea and finally realized her dream for the first time. “Mom, what’s wrong with you? Why do you keep shaking your head?” Lan Yuhua asked. (The reporter from the main station has been rumored that after divorce, can Hua’er still find a good family to marry? Is there anyone who is willing to marry the matchmaker and marry her instead of being a concubine or filling the house? Her poor Queen Bin Zhu Quiet)
