The waiter brought soup buns.

Lin Miao picked up a piece, bite the thin bun, and pecked the soup lightly.

"Next semester," Qian Mengmeng also picked up a piece and said while eating.

"Next semester?"

Lin Miao was surprised.

Qian Mengmeng said: "I heard that I applied to graduate early. Pudton has sent an invitation letter and can leave after passing the visa."

"Pton?"

Lin Miao repeated again.

Qian Mengmeng nodded, "What? What's the problem?"

Lin Miao shook his head.

Luo Yan is there, and now Zhou Qingwan has passed by again...

This information is a bit big, she needs to slow down.

Qian Mengmeng saw that she was eating soup buns with a focused look on her face, and she also started eating it.

Not long after, two trays of soup buns were found to the bottom.

Qian Mengmeng touched her bulging belly and looked at Lin Miao, who was also full, and breathed comfortably.

I haven't eaten so much in a long time.

Fortunately, someone has gained weight with her, and the guilt is not that strong.

Back at school, everyone else in the dormitory was packing their luggage.

Seeing Lin Miao sitting next to the bed, she flipped out the book, and the roommate living in the upper bunk opposite her said, "Are you not going home this year?"

Lin Miao smiled and shook her head.

The roommate raised his thumbs up in admiration, pulled his luggage, and jumped out of bed.

On the side, Xiao Chunyan curled her lips.

I haven't seen her stay at home for a few more days all year round, and most of them are not welcomed by her family.

But this is no wonder.

With her virtue, it is strange that she can attract people to like it.

Xiao Chunyan supported the bed with both hands and jumped down.

The bed shook violently, and the bed beside it shook violently.

Lin Miao looked up.

Xiao Chunyan's back subconsciously tightened.

She pulled off her bag and went out.

Lin Miao stared at her and then watched the door and closed it, before immersing her attention in the book.

Half a month later, Qian Mengmeng’s wedding.

In order to prepare, Qian Mengmeng took Lin Miao home one day in advance.

The two of them whispered for half a night with their heads on their heads.

If you were worried about having dark circles the next day, Qian Mengmeng would have an all-night symposium.

Early the next morning, the makeup artist was in place.

Lin Miao put on simple makeup and went to help.

It was not until the man was about to come to welcome the bride that she changed into her dress.

According to the rules of Qian’s hometown, bridesmaids have to block the door and ask for red envelopes before they can be released.

The bigger the red envelope of the man, the more important the man attaches to the woman.

Not long after, the men's convoy arrived.

Meng Yuran brought Si Yue and other handsome men over here.

Lin Miao closed the door and stood outside by himself.

Meng Yuran didn't expect that Lin Miao would not play according to the cards, so he walked up to him and smiled.

"Where are you making a fuss?"

Lin Miao smiled.

"Everyone is friends, why do I have the nerve to block you from the door?"

"So I'm here to welcome you."

"I just knew you were friends enough," Meng Yuran smiled and walked over her.

Si Yue looked at Lin Miao hesitantly.

According to his understanding, we shouldn't let it go so easily.

"However," Lin Miao turned his head.

Si Yue looked true.

"I'm a friend enough, where are you?"

She slowly turned around, "You can't just go in so big, right?"

"Isn't this very much like the young master Meng I know?"

Lin Miao raised her head slightly, and her playful eyes raised her eyes.

It seems provocative, it seems like joking.

Meng Yuran laughed silently.

"I'll be ready for you," Meng Yuran sent a red envelope.

The forest seedlings were taken, and the weight was light.

Open it and there is a check inside.

Lin Miao counted zero, with only six.

Lin Miao's eyes widened.

This is a bit high.

Meng Yuran pushed the door open and went in.

A burst of laughter came out of the room.

Soon, Meng Yuran came out with Qian Mengmeng in her arms.

Behind him, Si Yue was mixed in the crowd, his eyes always aiming at the door without control.

There, Lin Miao was following slowly.

Si Yue glanced at the six-inch high heels on the sole of her feet.

I was afraid that she would fall accidentally.

The convoy brought everyone to the hotel.

What was prepared there was a Western wedding.

After changing into a snow-white wedding dress, Qian Mengmeng was held by Qian's father and sent to Meng Yuran.

The emcee was by his side, constantly rendering.

It took a short while to push the atmosphere to climax.

Lin Miao looked at Qian Mengmeng and Meng Yuran with a smile and kissed happily.

But he didn't notice that Si Yue was standing by, looking at her in a daze.

The ceremony ends and the banquet begins.

Lin Miao changed her clothes with Qian Mengmeng and toasted to the table.

Qian Mengmeng was unable to drink, so Lin Miao replaced the liquor with white water.

After arriving in the whole circle, the banquet almost reached its climax.

"You go and take a break," Qian Mengmeng whispered as Lin Miao began to stagger.

"Okay," Lin Miao's soles felt like a heart-wrenching pain, and she couldn't hold on anymore.

Sitting to the table at the edge, she seized the time to have a meal.

She just helped Qian Mengmeng block two glasses of wine, and her appetite was a little feverish now.

The table will be parted later, and she will have to take the guests off with her and must calm her rebellious stomach as soon as possible.
To be continued...