My husband caused trouble to his best friend's bridal chamber, but he lifted his skirt and touched it randomly

My best friend got married, and during lunch at a banquet, someone said that everyone was going to make a big fuss tonight. Several classmates present cheered and said they wouldn't miss this opportunity. Unexpectedly, it was my husband who first caused a storm at night. He coldly lifted his best friend's skirt, causing a group of people to scream

I stepped on my husband's foot and he angrily scolded me without a brain: 'Why are you stepping on me?'. The noise in the crowd was loud and quickly overshadowed his complaints. I pulled at his sleeve and said, 'Don't go too far.'. My husband didn't speak and fell back into the laughter of everyone playing. In a minute, her best friend's skirt was lifted five or six times in a row. She was like a helpless frightened sheep, hiding and screaming on the bed, while a few classmates became even more excited. They were almost about to pounce on the bride's bed.

In an emergency, I announce the next round of eating apples. Eating an apple involves tying the small branch of the apple with a rope and then being carried by a person. The groom and bride stand face to face, biting each other to complete the task. Of course, the person who carries the apple will take the opportunity to lift the thread, so if they don't pay attention, they may kiss each other. Fortunately, no one objected, and the process of lifting the skirt was finally over.

My best friend glanced at me with gratitude in her eyes. Remembering the time when my husband and I got married, we were also half beaten to death by someone. It's really frustrating. Originally, the wedding ceremony was just a lively and lively gathering among everyone, but if we go too far, we will hurt each other. At that time, I complained to my best friend that if you get married, you must hide. Unexpectedly, my best friend still hasn't dodged this link.

The person who handles the thread is my husband. He played a bit too much tonight. He doesn't usually show off as much and gives people an honest and honest appearance. And I already said hello to him earlier, asking him not to go too far. I didn't expect him to be the first to rush out of the crowd and sign up to get the rope. Everyone screamed and this session officially began.

Several times, my best friend and her husband didn't bite the apple. I deliberately called my husband's name, but as soon as his hand became dull, they immediately ate the apple. He knew I meant it on purpose, but he didn't blame me.

Unexpectedly, the husband suddenly inserted the cigarette from his ear into the bride's room. Say: Touch some joy, touch some joy. The next few classmates immediately rushed over like honey, all of whom said they wanted to feel a little happy, and instantly surrounded their best friends to the brim. She struggled and shouted in the crowd, and everyone thought she was happy and kept making noise. Unexpectedly, her husband shouted loudly, and everyone stopped before seeing the bride crouching on the ground with her legs in her arms and crying bitterly.

The atmosphere instantly fell from boiling to freezing point, and standing on the side with sharp eyes, I quickly noticed that the zipper of the bride's dress had cracked, and the clothes on her back were about to fall off. After a while, I took off my coat and draped it over her.

After closing the door, I helped my best friend up and realized that she still had a scar on her chest, which was clearly burned by a cigarette butt just now. I don't know who is so helpless, playing with an unexpressed cigarette butt. I looked at her with heartache, comforting her while helping her wipe her tears. After my best friend's mood improved, I said sorry to her. After all, my husband had the most fun today. My best friend smiled and said it was okay. The groom nervously asked his best friend if he was feeling better several times when he entered the room. When he saw the cigarette end on her chest, he rushed outside and had a tantrum.

My best friend had a good wedding day, but it turned out to be so unpleasant. When I got home, I asked my husband what was going on, but he said, 'What's going on? When we got married, wasn't it his husband who had the most fun?'? Didn't you use these bad tactics back then?! I suddenly fell into a state of confusion. It turned out that he had been keeping such an unpleasant memory for so long. I looked at a long scar on my arm and thought of the scene of my wedding day being fucked up, which made me feel goosebumps all over. Remember, if you make a scene in the bridal chamber, it will be vulgar and sentimental. Only with elegance can you be happy.

(Intern Editor: Lai Jiaxing)